Chapter 142

"Youma, what are you doing here?" Mu Hantian asked, looking at Youma.

"Well, I just came to see my father. By the way, won't my father come to the game?" Youma asked Mu Hantian.

"Oh, well, let's go to the game." Mu Hantian said to Youma, made a gesture to the shallot hiding, and left with Youma.

When Mu Hantian and Youma left, shallot climbed out from under the table.

"Well, sir, that's true. Hum!" shallot curled his lips and left the cooking room.

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The girl opened her eyes in the light.

Pure white walls, dazzling lighting, clean air without any dust.

Medical electronic machines, like statues, silently look down on the girl lying across the bed. Engraved on the marble is a verse of a sacred sentence written in ancient sacred words.

It is a ward for isolating special patients, and it is also a solemn church.

"- experimental body XD · 7, awakening level increased."

A harsh voice came from a distance. It's an inorganic sound that lacks body temperature.

Unconsciously, the girl twisted up to escape the sound.

The lead handcuffs inlaid on both arms made a hard sound when they rubbed slightly.

"Blood pressure and heart rate increased at the same time. Body temperature increased by 0.3 degrees, and the concentration of cortisol in blood increased rapidly. According to step 2544, apply for a pseudo code, and a majestic music fell from the depressed girl's head.

It's a multiple track of countless melodies played repeatedly.

Accompanied by the divine organ, the hymn played by the mechanical sound echoed. Like echoing the song, the light of the words engraved on the ground became more dazzling.

A clear atmosphere filled the room, and the girl slowly stopped her action.

It was a young girl with silver hair. She was probably not even fifteen.

She wore only cyan short patient clothes and a metal mask, which was an ominous mask with countless eyeballs.

The girl's exposed hands and feet can be said to be very unreliable, thin and white. On the surface of the white skin, there are wonderful marks. It is a precise magic pattern that can be reminiscent of the circuit.

With the mechanical singing, her engraving kept repeating, bright and dark.

"Singing continues. At the same time, analgesic sedatives are administered, and half sleep indicates that the journey continues -"

The girl listened to the cold dialogue of the magic guide technicians in her shallow sleep.

Now she can't feel any pain and sadness. Only the flood of beautiful light and sound is wrapping her.

The sacred fluctuation produced by the girl's forehead magic pattern should eventually change her own existence into a higher spiritual existence, and become an awesome and clean existence close to the Almighty God sitting in heaven.

Today's girls are not people, but the messengers of God blessed by magic.

So why, thought the girl.

What is the smell of fresh blood that remains on the tip of my tongue?

The ship, wrapped in flames, was sailing in the night sky at an altitude of one kilometer.

It is a huge armored ship with a total length of more than 70 meters, covered with a hard shell of special alloy, equipped with four turboprop engines and twelve mechanism guns.

Depicted on the stabilizer wing is the emblem of the king of arutikia in northern Europe, a woman of war B holding a big sword

The spindle shaped hull was dyed as green and white as an ice river, and trimmed with gold.

It was an air fortress that only the royal family and their entourage were allowed to reach.

Bathed in the moonlight, the figure emerging in the dark can be described as the king's palace in the sky.

However, the beautiful hull now shows its embarrassed posture with countless scars.

"Ha... So tired."

Standing on the burning ship was a big woman, wrapped in a crimson suit and holding a long gun in her right hand.

Her pupils are also like being soaked by blood, with a gorgeous crimson.

The pure white sharp teeth peeping out from the gap of the lips are eloquent about the woman's identity. D has planted all - that is, vampires.

"Really, it makes me spend so much time. It really makes people feel bored..."

The woman dragged a long gun and walked on the deck.

The crimson spear tip cut through the armor on the ship's surface, releasing sharp metal sounds and sparks.

She was the attacker of the ship. The prisoner who mercilessly destroyed the magnificent hull and plunged it into the whirlpool of fire.

"... you're here... Who the hell is this guy? Who hired him?"

Standing in front of her was a knight wrapped in reinforced armor. The armored combat suit with gold border could also have arutikia's coat of arms on its shoulder.

That is the proof of the close guard Knight directly under the Wang family and the head of the Escort Group of the flying ship.

"Do you know that this ship is made under the 'lanwaldo' guarded by the holy Ring Knights!"

The knight was wounded all over and still stared at the woman ferociously. The sword he held gave off a bluish white light.

The vampire woman stood wearily and looked at the knight in front of her like contempt.

Behind her, there was an explosion. It was caused by the destruction of part of the air bag that existed to float the ship in the air. With the leakage of valuable buoyancy body, the huge armored flying ship is powerlessly tilting to the ground.

Seeing the stripped gold decoration, the knight shook his arms angrily.

However, the woman picked her long hair like waves with boredom,

"So, I told you to hand over your dead little sister, who is usually hidden as a baby. In this way, I can make your death easier --!"

Before this sentence was finished, her arms roared like tearing the atmosphere. The crimson spear attacked the knight with explosive magic waves.