Thinking of this, Brett's eyes with green eyes suddenly became sharp, his face turned gloomy, and the subtle scar on his face caused by the battle suddenly became deeper, as if someone deliberately "fixed" a stroke with a utility knife on a white marble statue.

After adjusting the angle, Brett took advantage of the fact that the "hope" sandworm had not yet adapted to the new body. The native soul belonging to the lost person and the body belonging to the monster were playing together. He was squirming his body and struggling with the empty space. Brett aimed at the weak point of the monster that he thought was, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh-

boom!

The shining shells were like a meteor in the dark night, running wildly towards the mouth of the "Hope" sandworm in a straight direction.

The moment he touched the monster-like body, the shell exploded instantly, thinking that there were beautiful Mars with fireworks blooming around him, and the flames with light blue, dark green and bright red intertwined suddenly filled its "head".

"Mutual—Mutual—Mutual—"

"Hope" the sandworm actually made a silence that looked like a crow's chirping.

The explosive pain felt on his body forced him to squirm back and take two steps back slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of scarlet liquid splashed from his mouthparts and the "petals" that looked like a flower bud blooming.

From a distance, a trickle of "stream" was gushing out from the broken blood vessels, splashing out like a sudden rain, sprinkling discrete "raindrops" on the nearby road.

"I...can't...forgive...you!"

Because of the extreme pain, the monster's mouthpart actually made an old voice that belonged to humans. In order not to let the half-lost and half-monster things recover and have the possibility of counterattack, Bret simply aimed at different parts of the "Hope" sandworm's body and shot out all the remaining shells in the simple grenade gun.

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Four shells landed accurately at the predetermined position, and one hit the position with a gecko-like front paw, vibrating it off.

One hit the rear paw position, turning the "Hope" sandworm into a "Hope" sand "maggot".

A supplementary hit the mouthpiece of the "Hope" sandworm, and under the impact of artillery fire and heat waves, the thick thorn was blown up in the waist, causing him to lose the ability to stab him like a sharp but not wide sword held by a master of swordsman in the Second Era.

After all the shells exploded, the body of the "Hope" sandworm was covered with burning flames that had turned dim and turned yellow.

It squirmed, like a real maggot growing in the stinky ditch, rolling and struggling, and the petal-like parts also surged the surrounding air one by one, trying to extinguish all the flames as much as possible in the shortest time.

"It must have been successful. It has lost its combat capability." Brett picked up the simple grenade gun with one hand, stood up straight, staring at the "hope" sandworm that was gradually swallowed by the flames.

He suddenly felt his heart beating violently like an overloaded water pump, as if he was about to break through the thick, muscular, strong chest, and go in its own direction.

"Brett." Seeing the "hope" sandworm that was squirming and rolling, Molos also showed a happy smile that was truly a life-long escape. He ignored the pain in his body and the slight stinging pain from his ribs, he pulled Wright and trotted towards Brett.

"Where is Miyou?" Wright looked around and found no trace of Miyou.

It was not until Molos crossed Bret's tall and wide body that he saw Miyou, who was kneeling on the ground, staring at the "hope" sandworm, trembling.

Wright ran over in a hurry, and he helped Miyou up and dragged him behind Brett.

Until this time, the three of them realized that at some point Mi You's face was covered with tears and flowing snot, and scarlet blood was gushing out from the corners of his ears and mouth.

"What's wrong with him? Molos?" Wright asked with a frown and puzzled look on his face.

"It's the evil soul I just mentioned." Molos gasped and adjusted his breathing, explaining:

"Some of the lost people will inject the magic power into the exterminated alien unintentional people, or the orderly monsters of the biological type, to achieve the situation where the body is copied for its own use. After the infused magic power is combined with those evil bodies, the magic power stripped out is like the souls in their bodies, so it is called an evil soul. However, only a few elite geniuses can use this ability among the lost people in the order 5, and only after reaching the order 4 level, can some relatively poor losers be able to use it."

"Evil...soul, is there any specific combat help? Could it be that you become a monster like Yulan? You will never go back?" asked Wright.

"Impossible." Molos said with a contemptuous smile on his lips:

"He didn't understand the correct way to use evil souls. That kind of thing needs to be controlled by his own ability to control the body of a strong and heartless person. Those who sacrifice themselves like this are either stupid or lack experience. It seems that the Dark Night Church has gradually fallen, and such waste can become a middle-grade sect. I feel now that the prince Ivant's gamble does not seem to be a decision made by slapping his forehead."

"I understand the matter of the evil soul. This is equivalent to copying the defeated powerful body with unconsciousness. After finding the right opportunity and carrier, downloading it and using it, right?" Wright understood it with knowledge belonging to the category of "science".

"Yes, this kind of plot exists in many science fiction novels from the old Cruzd Empire. It is generally consistent." Molos nodded, and his eyes showed a little more recognition of Wright's ability to understand and associate.

"Well Miyou, what's going on?" Lyte asked worriedly at Miyou who was still trembling.

"Instinctive fear." Molos' tone became cold.

"Instinctive... fear?" Wright felt even more confused. For the first time, he felt that the world was so complex and so brain-burning.

"He is the loser. In fact, whether it is the loser or the unintentional person, he is a natural fear of the strong as an animal. This situation is not obvious among the loser between the ranks 7 and 5. After all, he belongs to the lower class of loser. Just like when I met Brett, his rank is a little higher than me, but will I be afraid of a small team leader? I won't be afraid of him, on the contrary, I feel very annoyed sometimes." The expression on Molos's face changed to a joke-like smile.

This made Brett, who had just experienced the battle and was sitting on the ground to recover his strength, felt a little dissatisfied.

"What's wrong with the captain? If you really enter the top level and reach General George's level, you can command you and order you even if you have half the professional level." Brett argued.

"That's true. The lower-level losers will not make the other party feel uncomfortable. But the lost man said just now that he briefly broke through the order 5 through the "Ice Dark Demon Source Potion" and reached the order 4. Therefore, Mi You, who is also the loser, will feel extreme fear. After all, the order 4 is no longer a simple way to take the magic source potion, or inject the magic source power into the way." Molos replied.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes rolled around in his eyes, as if he had recalled some important information. He looked at the "hope" sandworm whose body was still wrapped in flames, and turned his head to Wright and said:

"By the way, the popes of the three major churches have usually reached the rank 4, which is a terrifying force for most lost people in the empire. Most of the cardinals are rank 5, and like most talented losers, they are also on the same level as the few lost people you have fought. If you go to the quiet high ground and meet the three popes and are forced to be in a hostile position, I suggest you better find a way to seek peace and compromise. After all, in this miserable world, life is the most precious, and life is the cheapest."

Wright's mouth twitched, and no word popped up.

He stared at Molos' resentful eyes and nodded silently.

Then, a familiar and thick voice mixed with breathing came from his ears:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Let's go, don't worry about the 'hope' sandworm, hurry up and go to the village and settlement area. I don't want to walk on the night road, but there are not even street lights here, even gas lights."

Just as the four of them helped each other up and walked towards the mechanical chariot that was leaning against the bridge rope due to the impact, a sharp and miserable roar like a wild beast came from their ears.

Wright and the other two looked sideways. At some point, the petal-shaped head tissue of the sandworm "Hope" had closed and turned into a shy bud.

And in his huge body, strange human voices were made again.

"Dark light, dark light, dark light!"

"Dark Light? Not good!" Molos exclaimed, and he tried to pull Wright and the other two forwards and run desperately.

However, to his surprise, the burning flames surrounding the "Hope" sandworms that covered their bodies by simple grenade guns turned into desperate dark colors!

They gathered inward, like whirlpools above the deep sea, gathering at the tightly closed buds on its head.

So sizzle — So sizzle —

The dark and dark magic source power continued to overflow, and actually made a sound like an electric current.

It seems particularly trembling in the dark cloudy sky!

Immediately after, less than a second, the tip of the "Hope" sandworm's bud actually emitted a sun-like incandescent light, and then in half a second it completely turned into a gradually expanding sphere with a pitch-black, shining with current light.

Boom!
Chapter completed!