An inexplicable and rare sense of pressure emerged as the shark-headed monster suddenly lingers around Wright's spirit and body.

Suddenly, he found that his spirit seemed to have been subjected to some subtle impact, an indescribable sense of palpitations, and an inexplicable sense of panic suddenly emerged in his spiritual realm and subconscious level.

"Is this... a monster in the order position? Or some kind of monster that is parasitic on the body?" Wright said in surprise.

"You guessed halfway, Wright." Windeck stood up slowly with a smile, stepped forward with a heavy and steady pace, moving the joints of his right hand, echoing in the quiet warehouse with a "crack" sound.

"Half?" Wright puzzled, wiped away the blood from the edge of his nostrils and corners of his mouth, staring at Windeck with his right arm in front of him, and made a defensive gesture.

"Yes, that's half. Wright, I'm shocked by your power. I guess there may be some kind of shocking power in your body, which ordinary people can't understand. But you don't seem to know how to use them, so you feel that you are firing out in the simplest way everywhere, and it has not reached the real level of being called powerful." A thought-provoking smile appeared on the corner of Windeck's mouth.

"Indeed." Wright nodded, not denying it, "It's strange. Sometimes I don't know what is hidden in this body. I don't know what those forces actually have and what they mean, but what I can be sure of is that these forces are subconsciously affecting my spirit and guiding me to be a noble, great, and formed by the education that the empire gave to us in the army."

"Great love, broad love, and responsibility and persistence, and dedicate without hesitation. Be good, a 'savior' existence." Windeck couldn't help but praise:

"Then I can understand. Speaking of which, Wright, this shark head cannot be seen by ordinary soldiers in most cases, and even low-level abilities cannot be used.

Among so many teammates and opponents I have met, except for the main cardinals of the three major churches, not many people can understand its existence without my guidance. Wright, you are an accident." A hint of sharpness was revealed in Windeck's eyes.

It is like the cautious, meticulous, and subtle sense of fear that beasts in the desert show when facing other monsters of similar size and strength to their bodies.

"Accident, what accident?" Wright asked.

"Your magic power actually supports you to see the most powerful part of me, the 'substitute' of the shark head. I think if you are not my subordinate, but the Lost, I will definitely execute you on the spot at all costs to avoid the Lost from gaining insight into my power.

But precisely because you are my subordinate, you are very powerful and worthy of all the resources you have cultivated by the Empire. You will definitely be able to stand alone in the future. Unfortunately, the empire's old machine has been running for more than 500 years, and she no longer has the motivation to innovate herself."

Windeck said, snorting coldly, looking up at forty-five degrees with contemptuous eyes, looking up at the only skylight that naturally shone through light into the warehouse, a strong feeling emerged in his heart.

He loves this country, he loves the Sunnese Empire, and he is willing to make any contribution to the reconstruction of the human order and the revival of the empire. As long as it is to save mankind, he will do his best to do so.

Even if he rushed into the powerful unintentional crowd to fight, he would not blink his dry glasses, but would inexplicably ignite an impulse, which belongs to the excitement and desire for a beautiful future world.

But he could not tolerate the imminent immobilization and rigidity of the empire. Whether it was the small battles launched by the empire to maintain the roads of its strongholds, or the "Silent Arrival" military actions taken to eliminate the lost people, they were the maximum horsepower that the empire could operate.

In other words, it is precisely because the many already formed systems of the upper, middle and lower levels of the empire have long been established and cannot be changed that the crown prince Ivante can only take the most violent method and use the most intense bet to achieve a one-time and for all results.

In Windeck's view, according to Wright's strength in this battle, the first ten minutes showed no less than 90% of the lower-level [warrior] and superpowers. Moreover, he killed the lost people and experienced several difficult battles with record-breaking results.

If the empire operates normally, Wright's rank will at least be raised to hurricanes or even dark stars.

According to the oldest customary law of the empire, or a bill called "Draft Level Promotion Standards" submitted by the Shnetsk Parliament to the empire in 125, the Empire [Warrior] who can kill the lost person without relying on heavy weapons such as fighters, airships, artillery, tanks, etc., will be eligible to be promoted directly to Hurricane 5 at least directly.

For teams that fight to kill the lost people, the captain will be promoted to 2 to 3 small ranks, or directly promoted to 4th place, and other team members will be promoted to one level, or directly promoted to 1st place.

But hundreds of years have passed, and the ranks above the Imperial Hurricane will be arranged directly to the upper-level emperors. The [soldiers] and officers who inherited the status of their fathers or ancestors will be arranged to the lower-level soldiers.

Without sporadic interpretation of the technology of the old Cruiser and the widespread use of steam machinery, the military strength of the empire will gradually decline.

To put it in a pessimistic phrase:

Although this world is full of machinery and many scientific works mainly based on it, the promotion of status and growth of rank have never been mechanical, and are not as tight as mechanical parts.

It is not like taking courses in college. If you complete a subject, you will be given a corresponding 1-3 credits, and you will be given accumulating credits to get the qualification to graduate.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Instead, you have made many efforts. After birth and death, you will determine the improvement of your rank based on the remaining value you can create in your body.

In other words, your efforts will not produce immediate results, nor will it bring you completely consistent benefits.

Standing in place and thinking for a few minutes, watching his eyes slowly losing strength, and bloodstained in the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and his right hand, trying to maintain a fighting posture, Wright actually felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

This is an extremely dangerous emotion, especially in a wasteland situation full of crises and killings. This emotion has inadvertently taken the lives of many imperial soldiers.

But when Windeck looked down at Wright, leaned down slightly, clenched his fists with both hands, and once again showed his fighting posture, suddenly did not want to continue the fighting training.

Although his power is already suppressive in front of Wright now, as long as he doesn't fight for his life, Wright will probably have a failed ending.

However, meaningless punishment does not bring Wright anything valuable.

After all, it was the psychic man who was stationed here and forced to arrange by Peter in the B camp. From most of the experiences, it can be guessed that Wright would probably be re-transferred after the war. If he was injured and left hatred, once the empire really eliminated the Lost and restored order, he might not have a good life in the future.

The consequences of offending a young man with great potential are often disastrous.

But then I thought about it, since Wright has the powerful power to see the "shark head", if he guided himself through training and combat, this young man would probably grow faster and contribute more to the future of the empire and mankind.

Thinking of this, Windeck cleared his throat and shouted in a thick voice:

"Wright, keep going. Let me see the limits of your physical strength and strength. I order you to use the most powerful part of your power. Don't worry, this is my subordinate, and they all follow my orders. They will not reveal a word about your power to the outside world!"

"Okay, then I'm as you wish, Captain. I also want to try whether my strength can compete with you, the 'shark head'." Wright said, and an inexplicable sense of excitement surged in his heart.

Suddenly, he found that the half-dream and half-awake feeling disappeared, and the blood-red color filled with his right eye turned into nothing in an instant.

Then, he clenched his fists tightly, gathering all the magic power generated by the spirit just now on his hands and back, staring at Windeck's tall body with his pure black eyes, and the two fantastic and bizarre "shark heads".

"The Touch of Darkness."

Wright said silently in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar sense of expansion and tear came from his back. After a few seconds, accompanied by a strong and explosive smell of blood spreading into his mouth, two familiar petal-shaped tentacles suddenly rushed out of Wright's back, which were scarlet and black and interlaced in color.

"Tenets? Interesting, so interesting, and I smelled an ancient breath from it. Wright, in just over an hour, you let me experience the novel feeling." Windeck said, without any fear, but instead, the two "shark heads" that the manipulator extended from his neck waved his fists and attacked him straight towards Wright.

Whoosh!

This time, Wright did not choose the tactic of active defense, but instead replaced it with the active attack.

Since the Second Era, humans have become the overlord of the mainland, such a philosophical saying has been circulated in the Western Continent:

Offense is the most valuable defense!

Following this, Wright manipulator's two tentacles' hard tips suddenly stabbed at the two "shark heads". At the same time, he posed a fighting posture with both hands to deal with the pure power attacks on Windeck's front.

bump!

bump!

bump!

In the gap between the two "Dark Touches" and the two "shark heads", Windeck indeed waved his fists towards Wright's chest, abdomen and head.

But Wright was not afraid. While surging with the red magic power, he blocked the front with his arms and forced himself to withstand Windeck's three boxings.

"Huh! Huh!" Wright gasped twice quickly, enduring the numbness caused by the impact of his arms due to the force, his hands quickly crossed and closed, and the scene of his first battle with Aaron suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, he saw a kind of "light". After using a spell that appeared in his mind inexplicably, the red color appeared in his hands, just like the brilliance of a god.

In desperation, Wright didn't care about this being a training or a fight.

His brain was suddenly filled with the desire to win and lose from the red magic power and the fighting atmosphere. He used the "Dark Him" ​​to attack again and stabbed the "Shark Head" several times. After he suddenly jumped back like a gentle kitten, landing smoothly on the solid cement ground, and distanced himself from Windk.

Immediately afterwards, he recited the mantra in his impression and made a spiritual saying:

"I pray to the goddess of light!"

"I call to the Lord of Dark Night!"

"Destroy!"

"Hurry up!"

Then, Wright found that his hands were like grasping the fiery magma, feeling hot and almost unbearable.

Moreover, a rich, bright, bright red light that almost completely concealed the dim light emitted by the surrounding gas lamps appeared between his hands.

He felt the power that was about to burst out, and the impulse for fighting that was suppressed in his heart reached its peak.

Then, he aimed his crossed arms at Windeck, surging all the remaining red magic power in his body, aiming it at his huge body, gathering strength!

"Captain, dangerous. This kid is probably losing his mind!"

"Yes, stop quickly. This is the magic source power, a rich magic source power that we have never seen before!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Captain, call for a stop!"

Seeing that the light ball formed by the red light in Wright's hands became brighter and larger, the team behind Windeck warned him, hoping that he would stop this meaningless, almost internally consumed fighting training.

However, Windeck just stared at Wright's hands with a cold look. The ball of bright red light emitted, and even a faint white current surrounding the red light like a small snake.

Then, he snorted coldly with his nostrils, pinched the two "shark heads" with both hands, and the light green grass-type magic power in his body emitted from his body, and the earth-type magic power that was not easy to detect, which emitted a faint yellow light, all gathered on the "shark head".

That's right, this captain of the "New Wind Team", Windeck of Hurricane Level 5, is an extremely rare psychic genius with dual-type magic power in the Sunnese Empire and even in the Lost Church!

Immediately afterwards, under the infusion of Windeck's two magical powers, the vine-like hair on the edge of the "shark head" turned into a sharp and straight existence at the top.

Under the action of nearly incandescent light in one second, they turned into one, turning into a round black mechanical roulette connected by cyan blood vessels and interlaced with complex gears inside.

"MB-401: Shark-headed marshal wheel, a product between creatures and object types. Wright, this is what I just said, the so-called half-order monster!"

Then, the red light of Wright's hands finally gathered, and a horizontal cylinder of red light was emitted towards Windeck.

Windeck was not willing to be outdone. He also mobilized all the magic power in his body. Through the "shark-headed weapon wheel" to increase the power, he emitted a pure black "light" of the same size in the direction of Wright's red light column.
Chapter completed!