Bright Era

It is the end of the traitor and the defender together, but no one knows who is a traitor and who is a loyal fighter. They all died here anyway, posterity may be able to find their names from the signs on their bodies, but no one will know whether they are good or bad, traitors or martyrs.

Lin Feiqian cautiously walked to the side of the dead who were hugging each other face to face. He carefully sniffed them, and only then was he sure that they had been dead for countless years. He lowered his head again and observed their flesh and blood and broken bones through their wounds, and then he subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

The muscles of the two deceased were transformed into translucent golden crystal-like substances, and their bones were colorful and transparent like colored glaze jade. They have been dead for countless years, their wounds still exudes a faint sweet fragrance, and their internal organs are still squirming gently, as if just give them a little strength, they will immediately restore full effect.

"This, this, this, the flesh does not rot for ten thousand years, and a demigod powerhouse can barely do it. However, after the soul has dissipated for so many years, the flesh still maintains a certain degree of activity, how strong are they?" Lin Feiqian was shocked. Beckoned to their two daughters, Lin Bule and Lin Lele also cautiously approached. They looked at the wounds on the two of them, and they almost suffocated in shock.

"Too powerful and terrible!" Lin Lele narrowed his eyes: "Unfortunately, I am not a necromancer, otherwise their corpses will become necromancers. What a powerful warrior would this be? Well, the existence of these corpses , Can't let those little girls in the Yin family know."

Lin Feiqian laughed'hey': "Of course you can't let them know, otherwise would it be cheaper for them? But these corpses will not be wasted. I go to the Yin house to ask for some god-level scrolls to summon the undead, and they can still be transformed. For the undead warriors who are loyal to you."

Once Lin Qi saw the soldiers who died in front of Heaven Mountain, Lin Qi's choice was to bury the corpses of the loyal soldiers who he had determined to be the ancestors of the Lin family. As for the other soldiers who Lin Qi didn't know about loyalty, traitor, good and evil, Lin Qi didn't disturb their sleep. But the choice of Lin Feiqian's father and daughter was to make the corpses of these powerful humans who have died for countless years, no matter how good or bad they are, into undead soldiers.

In order to strengthen his own strength, in order to give himself more control over the right to speak, is there anything that Lin Feiqian can't do or dare not do?

He casually pushed the two bodies that had been standing for years to the ground. Lin Feiqian was not interested in checking their identity plates to confirm their names. He just greedily walked slowly towards Thor's Hammer step by step. He opened his hands as if to embrace this huge magical Primordial Magic Device.

Just as Lin Feiqian was about to walk to the base of Thor's Hammer and step onto the high steps on the base, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the room. This voice mumbled something in a very ancient language. Listening to his tone, he was asking Lin Feiqian about them?

Lin Feiqian and the others stood there dumbfounded, there are still people in this ruin?

Looking around carefully, Lin Feiqian frowned and mumbled lowly, "Who is it?"

That voice sounded again, this time he was still repeating the last question, but his tone had become a lot rush and harsher. At the same time, the huge hall was suddenly enveloped by a faint red light that represented danger. The dome of the hall heard peculiar "clicks". Several of them were similar in shape to Thor's Hammer, but were much smaller in size. Only a few meters in length of the purple magical device gushed out of Guanghua's dome, firmly locking Lin Feiqian and his party.

A deadly sense of crisis enveloped Lin Feiqian's heart, and he really felt the threat of death. He slowly raised his foot, wanting to take a step back, but a very thin purple light suddenly rubbed his toes and shot past. With a'chi,' the purple light left a faint red mark on the ground. , The air near that red spot suddenly heats up rapidly.

With a ‘huh’, just being swept by the heat wave brought by this purple light, the front of Lin Feiqian’s robe and his boots burst into flames. Lin Feiqian was so scared that his soul was flying away. His robes and boots were all semi-artifacts inscribed with a powerful defensive magic circle. The purple light didn't hit his body, but it just shot his toes and lit two of them. Top semi-artifact?

If you are hit by this purple light, you will definitely die, right? Even Lin Feiqian, who has reached the peak strength of the mid-level god, couldn't help but think of this right now-if he is really hit, he will definitely die?

Pieces of cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and Lin Feiqian looked at the small magical device above his head in horror. It was this magical device that released a purple light just now, igniting his robe and boots.

After swallowing hard and spitting, Lin Feiqian smiled dryly: "There seems to be someone here, someone is controlling?"

The low, hoarse voice repeated his first question again, but this time his tone became more severe, and a breath of murder came to his face. The red light in the hall became more dim, and began to flicker at high frequencies. The rapid flashing red light made Lin Feiqian and his daughter and the many tiger guards they brought with them a feeling that something was wrong.

But that question, the language used by that voice, Lin Feiqian really couldn't understand! He was so scared that he just barely realized that he seemed to have heard similar syllables somewhere, but he really didn't understand what it meant!

At this moment, Lin Bule suddenly stepped forward and said a bunch of words in the same weird syllable. Then the low and hoarse voice immediately sounded again, this time even Lin Feiqian could hear it, and his question had become another one.

Lin Bule and the hoarse voice asked and answered each question, and they worked in perfect harmony.

Lin Lele looked at him dumbfounded, like the sister of an ice sculpture. After a long time, she suddenly yelled: "This is the family prayer from the ancestors! This is the family prayer! Yes, this is the syllable, this is this... this, this, this..."

Lin Feiqian was also suddenly excited, he finally remembered when and where he heard such syllables. This is the syllable in the family prayer secretly passed down by the tiger clan. The low and hoarse voice is obviously not human. His pronunciation is too rigid and too rigid, so although his pronunciation is exactly the same as the first sentence of the family prayer , But Lin Feiqian just didn't recover.

But Lin Bule obviously reacted much faster. After she discovered that this was a family prayer, she saw the terrifying power of the purple light. She immediately answered the voice question with the content of the family prayer.

One question and one answer, after dozens of questions and answers, only a "click" sounded. The mirror-like ground under Lin Bule's feet cracked a thin gap, and then slowly slid a small one to the sides. aisle. A silver-gray metal puppet with a delicate and lovely shape and a anthropomorphic baby face flew out of the passage silently. Dozens of extremely thin metal hairsprings protruded from his body, and then slowly went to Lin. Unhappy probe came over.

Lin Bule squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly, as if he had noticed Lin Bule’s tension, the metal puppet murmured, and the language he used was the one in the family prayer that Lin Bule had just recited. Kind of language, but no one in the room understands it.

Lin Feiqian looked at the metal puppet nervously, and said in a low voice: "Unhappy, don't act rashly. It depends on what he wants to do."

Lin Bule froze in place. She looked at this metal puppet the size of a fist in horror, watching the hairsprings slowly winding around her head, and then slowly inserting it from her scalp. There was a slight pain on his scalp, and then Lin Bule soon felt that there seemed to be some kind of magical power, and he was reading something in his mind.

A drop of red blood was drawn from Lin Bule's body and was sucked into the metal puppet's body along a metal balance spring. A gleam of light suddenly flashed in this metal puppet's eyes, and then his voice suddenly became a standard Western mainland lingua franca.

"Dear Eastern Theater, Lord Lin Bule, the commander-in-chief-level command authority holder, welcome to Quake 352 base. I am the main control core of the base ‘Tor’."

After a pause, the guy who called himself Thor slowly said: "I can't contact Thor Base, and I can't contact any commander in the Western theater. In accordance with the wartime emergency operations regulations, I will transfer part of the control authority of the 3522 base. Here you are. Now, do you have any orders?"

Without waiting for Lin Bule, who was dumbfounded to speak, Thor had continued to say to himself: "I must remind you that the 352th Thor’s Hammer was damaged by 37.45%, and it can only play the most. Strong attack power of 53.72%. At the same time, all the spare parts of the base have been consumed, and the base energy reserve... eh? The base energy reserve is zero!"

With a light sigh, Thor said in a very humane manner: "Please replenish the necessary maintenance parts for the base as soon as possible, reserve enough energy, and provide enough combat soldiers. According to the standard configuration of the 3522 base, the base It needs 10,000 internal guards, 200,000 mobile support soldiers, and a 300-man special strike team."

Lin Bule let out a dazed "Ah".

Thor said with a heavy tone: "According to the standard affiliation mode of the theater, the internal guards of 10,000 must have an average of four-star warrior or higher combat force; the mobile support resources of 200,000 soldiers must have an average of two-star warrior. Strength; a three-hundred-man special strike team must have an average combat strength of two-star or higher."

With a soft cough, Lin Feiqian, who has the peak strength of the middle god, asked softly: "My strength is equivalent?"

Thor snorted disdainfully: "Four-star imperial warrior, you have enough qualifications to become a qualified soldier of the Guards in the 352 base!"

Lin Feiqian was shocked, Lin Bule, Lin Lele and all the tiger guards were all stupid in place.

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