"Wusheng" said, stretching out his fingers as wide as a baseball bat and slashing on a long table cut from rock in front of the giant Pope.

The fingertips touched it, and the table seemed to have lost its "solidity" protection. A crooked white mark was pulled out by the fingers of "Wusheng" until it touched a wide wolf skin map.

"His Majesty the Pope." "Wusheng" cleared his throat and explained with a nervous look on his face:

"In the south, the Empire dispatched at least 10,000 ground troops and effortlessly captured the eastern part of the Shahu District. The vanguard army had reached the Via and Chik camps in the Shazhong District. In the southwest, our lost people and the unintentional people controlled could not resist the fierce offensive of the Empire's Chekavsk Legion. They had retreated to the Shazhong District's Forefront Z camp, using magic to build a solid wall barrier, waiting for the changes in the battle situation."

"In the north, after the 'front camp' was lost, the army of the Imperial Donusk District B camp came out in full swing. Because they were not superior in equipment, they were intercepted by us in the 'pastoral area' of the 'silent front area' and were in a stalemate. However, the report sent back this morning pointed out that the Imperial used the remaining raw materials to launch the 'final silence of aluminum' again, killing 600 outstanding losers."

"What else?" asked the giant pope in a sharp voice.

Then, he picked up a beast-headed scepter inlaid with various precious gems, crossed his hands and placed it on it, and a dark cloud seemed to gather on his wrinkled face, and his brown eyes were full of confusion and panic about the development of the battle.

"Oh, His Majesty the Pope, due to our miserable defeat, the enemy of the Dunusk camp has broken through the commanding heights of the two hills, and it is less than five hundred meters away to stand above our heads." While telling, "Wusheng" used his huge fingers to circle an irregular and simple rectangular circumference in the underground camp of the Giant Church.

Immediately afterwards, he pursed his dry lips, suppressing the dryness and burning sensation caused by the wound on his chest, and continued:

"In the west, the 25th Legion of the Empire, the 37th Legion and the 102nd Legion drove over the 'Silent Front Zone', crossed the rarely visited 'Dark Dark' area, and went straight to the west of our country. Fortunately, more than 20 professionals and 500 elite lost people led by 'Song Nian' successfully blocked them. Now, the two sides are confronting near the 'Fastsand Camp', and there is not much change in the front line."

"Is there any?" asked the giant pope, his voice trembling and heavier.

"No more!" "Wusheng" shook his head and said:

"There is only so much war content to our side. According to our calculations, as long as the empire's offensive lasts for another two days, our underground camp will fall. At that time, you, me, and the best-quality losers will be executed by the empire. As for other compatriots, they will inevitably be driven to the factory to sell their labor, and finally die miserably on the poor and snowy night."

"That's it." The giant pope murmured, his eyes suddenly becoming hollow.

Suddenly, he felt everything in front of him began to curl inward and twist abnormally. In front of him, countless dazzling fires that landed on the ground from the universe seemed to appear in front of him. They were gorgeous, wonderful and exquisite, but in the end they formed a huge silver-white pistol, which pressed against his body.

A crisp trigger pull sound passed by, and a huge rumbling sound that seemed to shake his eardrums completely pulled him back to reality.

"His Majesty Pope, your injured body after being bombarded by imperial artillery has not yet healed. Otherwise, the meeting will end here. You are too tired. If we are not allowed to leave here alive except for anything," "Wusheng" advised.

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Yes, you can rest first."

...

The high-quality lost people present echoed one after another.

However, the giant pope, who barely supported his body, just shook his head calmly. Half of what supported his weak body was fear and the other half was responsibility.

The Lost is a race with wisdom. They are no different from humans. They can reproduce and enjoy the seven emotions and six desires. They are cursed by the "mysterious and extraordinary power" and become a demigod and half-monster.

They are not wrong. Besides, for nearly a hundred years, the lost, except for the monsters of the blood clan, have given up feeding on human flesh and blood, and choose to integrate into human society as much as possible, even if they become the lowest-level existence.

But in addition to a small number of elites who are valued by their power, most of them are still tragically separated from the two identities of "lost" and "superior", and are also occasionally contemptuous of the nobles and formal "superiors" among humans.

In the factory, even if they work 16 hours a day, they can only get 6 SGD a month, which is far lower than that of humans with normal body shape.

The struggle against fate, unfair resistance, and inferiority complexity of their identity made them afraid to completely give up being enemies with mankind.

Fortunately, the goddess of fate did not abandon them. As long as the god "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" in the "Silent Highland" is discovered first by the losers, the blessing of the gods will sublimate their strength.

As long as you are promoted to Level 3, even if you are one, the power of the Lost will be able to instantly annihilate all the technologies created by the empire at present.

In the "Little" Sunny Empire, Step 3 is the existence of the gods!

Thinking of this, the giant pope showed a half-pleasant and half-surprise expression on his face. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to keep himself completely awake.

Then, he suppressed the tremor between his lips, and said with a high tone, hoping:

"If the Dark Night Church finds a way to disperse the quicksand, successfully finds the area where the Vitas in the silent lake is located, and finds the realm of the gods, everything will be fine."

"Your Majesty!" "Wusheng" showed an expression that he could not bear to hurt the giant pope, frowned and said:

"The Dark Night Church is mainly suppressed by human combat aircraft and artillery. Even the skillful control of the 'leap technique' and 'blood wind' cannot come out of the 'Blood Light' castle. In other words, at least for a short time, we and them will have to bear the most violent anger of humanity alone."

Hearing this, the giant pope's mouth twitched and could not speak a word for a while.

His hands were shaking violently, as if he had Parkinson's patient.

He looked straight ahead angrily, trying to surging the strongest source of flame in his body to vent his anger.

But he restrained himself, and he was the leader of the miserable lost, who had promised them to build a harmonious country on the "ruins" of the Sunnese Empire.

He can't get angry, he must restrain himself.

With a long sigh, the giant pope's eyes suddenly became sharp. He glanced at the tall crowd and was stunned when he saw the "concentration of wishes" behind the crowd.

Immediately, he suppressed the trembling of his hands, placed the precious scepter on the wolf skin map, and held the metal lace glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said leisurely:

"The cardinal 'no life', 'concentrating wish', cardinal lynx, Jota stays, and others prepare for the war."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Everyone agreed in unison.

The messy footsteps and sparse discussions lasted for several minutes. When the metal door was "bang", only two tall "monsters" and two relatively thin "normal losers" were left in the room that was much spacious.

"Is the current situation really difficult to recover?" The giant pope glanced at him with a worried look.

But this time, he was no longer a group of ugly losers with different appearances, but stood in front of him with a straight face, graceful, and more like a strong man of humanity.

"Your Majesty, I came back this time to bring you two news. One is good and the other is bad. Which one do you want to listen to first?" "Ningyuan" spoke first.

"'Change the wish', don't tease Your Majesty anymore. I know that the situation of the war is not good, everyone is in a bad mood, but this is not the reason why you disrespect Your Majesty." "Wusheng" angrily scolded.

But "Ningyuan" ignored him, but instead stepped forward half a step, supported the rock table with both hands, and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I have captured the young man with the 'Red Magic Source Power', Wright of the former Socrates Guard of the Empire. This is good news." "Ningyuan" deliberately paused for half a second, taking the opportunity to observe the reaction of the giant Pope.

Seeing that the giant Pope's eyes suddenly became sharp, and even his hands stopped trembling. He leaned forward slightly on the edge of the table. "Change" knew that His Majesty the Pope must have developed a strong interest in his news.

Seeing this, he no longer concealed anything else, and said the rest like a bamboo tube pouring beans:

"But the bad news is that I also saved the main cardinal of the Dark Night Church, "Xuemu". You know, the Dark Night Zone controlled by the Dark Night Church is the only way to go back without encountering the Empire. Originally, I discussed with "Xuemu" that he would find a way to send me over with a mechanical chariot in the Dark Night Zone."

"But unfortunately, as soon as Wright was sent to the Dark Night Church, the Empire suddenly launched a general attack. Under the fire of the sky, I couldn't send another powerful living person. So, I discussed with "Xuemu" and the blood clans of the Dark Night Church, and chose to come alone to understand the changes in the battle situation.

They suggested that if the situation was right, we could take advantage of the gap between the Imperial ammunition replenishment and flee the camp collectively to the 'Dark Light' to join them to resist the Imperial offensive, or enter the realm of gods together."

After hearing this, the giant pope did not make any statement, but leaned on the silver throne and tapped the scepter without saying a word.

After a long time, he shook his head slowly and asked "Wusheng":

"If we activate that sequel monster, how much chance of winning will we have?"

"Is 'MB-010: Ancient God and Demon Machinery' called 'Demon Machinery'?" "Wusheng" asked with a heavy face.

Seeing the giant pope nodded with difficulty, "Wusheng" clenched his fists, then let go, sighed heavily, and said in a hurry and low tone:

"It is a huge robot created by the old gods who threatened the Creator. If we do, it will be easy to start it. And according to the speculation of the [Prophet], our probability of winning will rise from less than one thousandth to 15%. But your Majesty, it requires sacrifices. It will devour 10 rank 5 losers in one activate, using the blood of their bodies as dye."
Chapter completed!