Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 889 Do Back, Human

Hearing that she was taking advantage of the situation to ask for a price, Ye Lin not only was not threatened, but shook his head regretfully, with an expression of "Why are you so good", sighed, and suggested:
"Don't talk about [-] million. Come alone tonight. I will leave the door for you. The secret signal is to knock three times, two long and one short. If you want a few hundred million, I will give you a few hundred million."

Natalia frowned. She is not a celestial being, so she doesn't quite understand the concept of "hundreds of millions", and she is a little puzzled as to why this beast is so generous all of a sudden.

But when she thought about it carefully, "at night, alone, a password", such a highly suggestive keyword, no matter how stupid she was, she knew that this beast had bad intentions and wanted to use her as a pillow.

So the red eyes glared with anger, and wanted to directly use his poisonous mouth to scold him a few words, but his mind turned, thinking that only this guy could make a replica and cheat the empire of 100 billion.

Natalia forcibly took a deep breath, actually held back her anger, and squeezed out a stiff smile:
"You are still a million points away from the standard of a boyfriend in this girl's mind, that's just a hundred million points."

It's all about money, it's all about money, it's all about money...

The tomboy who has always had a straightforward personality has also learned to be patient. Ludmila was also surprised by this.

As if he was directly issued a good person card by the tomboy, Ye Lin first let go of the blushing 100 billion from his arms, and then poked Natalia on the forehead with his index finger.

"You said that magic gunman is awake? Let's go, let's go and see."

Just as Yelin was about to leave the dormitory, he suddenly remembered a key thing, turned his head and reminded Ludmila, "Well, materialization magic needs a drop of your blood."

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The awakened "devil" was sitting on a wooden plank that was produced when the Call of the Holy One was broken, leaning on a rock on his back, and looking into the distance with a blurred and vicissitudes of eyes.

Most of the muscles in his limbs were bruised, and the state after the loss of strength should have been sore and unbearable, but from his resolute face, even the slightest bit of pain could not be seen.

With a revolver on her waist, Rebecca stood five meters away with her arms folded, her eyes a little apprehensive.

"woke up?"

Yelin said hello and threw a bottle of water over.

"Thank you."

His throat was hoarse and dry, not like a human voice, but more like a bellows with a hole in it wheezing, and it happened to play a word.

He raised his head and drank some water, and his expression eased a little. He held the remaining half bottle above his head and poured it on his hair. The cold water temperature made his back tense, and his mind became clearer.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I could still be sober. My name is Geraldell, and I was supposed to be... a soldier of the Empire's First Legion."

It is estimated that he has been in a state of madness for too long. It took him half a minute to recall a name and identity.

"Hi, I'm Yelin."

After briefly introducing the name, Natalia, who followed, sharpened her knife, her eyes were extremely unfriendly.

The people of the imperial army, and their strength is not bad, it is better to wipe their necks and slaughter them earlier, so as to save them from causing any trouble to the rebels in the future.

"You have a very clear killing intent in your eyes, but whatever you want, but can you give me a cigarette? I don't even remember the last time I smoked. When was it?"

Geraldell shook his head indifferently to the tomboy's murderous intent. As for the magical halberd captured by Yelin, it was placed not far from him, and he was not even interested in taking a look at it.

The strength gap is like a natural chasm!
I was in a state of madness filled with fighting spirit, and I was easily defeated by this person in front of me, and I couldn't even tell how much strength he used. Now he probably doesn't even have a [-]% chance of winning.

Gerardel's current state is a bit like a machine running to the extreme, and then overheated and wilted, in a sage mode.

Captain Root is addicted to alcohol but doesn't smoke, and Ludmila doesn't have such a hobby either. With a flick of Yelin's fingertips, two cigarettes were materialized.

Anyway, it's just a taste, and because it's a magical creation, it doesn't hurt the lungs. If there is a chance, you can make a fortune from it.

"Thank you, after I finish smoking, you can dispose of it as you please."

The faint smell of tobacco filled his nose and mouth, and the white mist covered half of his face. Gerardel enjoyed the current state very much. Fighting was his desire for the magic gun, but as a human being, he must have some unique preferences of his own.

"I want to know, is there anything unusual about the imperial army?" Ye Lin asked his purpose, and it was for this reason that he tried to save this guy's life.

"Anomaly? I'm the biggest anomaly, haha." Gerardel smiled heartily.

Although a little conceited, the facts are similar. An indestructible god of war who can only be sealed is extremely rare in the entire empire.

"Are you the rebels?"

He had guessed the identity of the group in front of him, and for the sake of the two cigarettes, he had nothing to hide.

"The imperial army will drag some disabled soldiers to unknown places in the name of treatment, and then never return."

It took about half an hour. Gerardel did not keep any information about the possible usefulness of the imperial army in his memory, but revealed all of it.

Among the many complexities, one of the most critical places is the Imperial Research Institute, the most secret institutional facility of the Empire, the source of too many experiments, and the birthplace of all kinds of weird things.

If it can be destroyed, it will undoubtedly be a severe pain for the empire.

But its exact location, Geraldell does not know.

"I'm done eating, let's do it."

He inhaled the last bit of tobacco into his lungs, a little greedy and infatuated, more of a kind of comfort and satisfaction.

There is nothing more blissful than a refreshment before death.

Ye Lin slightly raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and smiled: "No need, you can go."

"Oh? You are not worried, I will rejoin the empire?"

"Don't worry, because you are not a threat to me yet."

Gerardel was stunned suddenly, his fighting spirit was extremely arrogant, but now there are stronger and more confident people "scorning" him.

The other party should have some other purpose, but it doesn't matter, if they can live, no one wants to die.

"However, before you leave, I can tell you a story~"

He told the story of Max the Hunter in a tone of admiration.

"So it's him, the champion of the first Red Moon Festival, I recognize him, I really wanted to use his magic spear power, but I don't think I can win 100%."

He closed his eyes and nodded. A moment later, Gerardel lifted the halberd weighing nearly a hundred catties, carried it on his shoulders easily, and left like a farmer carrying firewood.

I was lucky enough to meet a nobleman and retreat from the madness. Perhaps, I could also do something for those warriors who were on the verge of life and death.

Fighters love to fight as instinct, but that is derived from the desire of the magic gun, not human thinking.

He likes the smell of tobacco. Those who are still on the front line of the war should also have something they like, maybe a sweet apple, or a piece of barbecue sprinkled with cumin.

"You, have you always been this dangerous..."

Gerardel stared at the halberd in his hand. A large part of the reason for his frenzied combat was the power of the magic gun.

He didn't want to go back to the First Imperial Army Corps to continue the senseless killings in the past, which would numb his spirit.

Really be a human being with feelings, not a boring and cold "halberd".

Challenging stronger elites is his goal in the future.

"I seem to have heard that there is a group of guys who were devoured by magic guns on the border of the empire, but survived." Gerardel tapped his head with calloused fingers, frowning and recalled carefully.

He used to be considered a high-level military officer, and he had permission to view many secret materials.

The empire once expelled a batch of "inferior magic guns". Inferior products refer to some magic gunmen who seem to suffer from hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, which are collectively referred to as "hallucinations". Everything, and then died by the magic gun.

The high-level military officials decided to expel these potential threats, so they were exiled to the barren land on the border.

But what I didn't expect was that some of those guys survived and used a terrifying dark magic gun to take revenge on the empire.

Their characteristic is that they look like evil spirits and can spread a terrifying dark field. Moreover, every time they kill an imperial army, they will deliberately leave a living, as if they are deliberately mocking.

"It's very interesting, why don't you go and find out, these dark gun holders who were swallowed by the magic gun and survived."

　Conquest and hunting are the people of the empire, dark guns and decisive battles are the people of the empire.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)