goddess of revolution

Chapter 761 Thunderbolt Herald and Almighty Slime
"Finally, you can move outside without the iron shell. This is the real purgatory and abyss."

"That's not an iron shell, it's magic metal, but it feels really good now."

"That's all you care about? Isn't the most important thing to be able to stay away from those undead? There is also the Styx, I often have nightmares and fall into it and become a coward."

"What's so scary about those skeletons? They are really infiltrating Heroic Spirits of the Styx. Fei Gong's people will become like that after death. That's why I didn't consider converting to Lady Scarlet."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, whoever can change this uniform, I will believe in whoever."

The enchantment covering the return to the team castle is no longer faint green, but a transparent barrier shining with warm white light like the sun.The Styx river no longer flows through the surface, but leads in another direction through the Styx pipeline, and the current Fortress of Return has finally become a place where living people can move in the open air without protection.

A group of muscular, bearded berserkers noisily walked towards the enchantment tower in the center of the reunion castle. A circle of buildings expanded under the tower, including the service center of the "Hell Plane Magical Commune".

These burly, long-haired guys would be savages if they weren't wearing gray jumpsuits.Of course, in this state, if you wear a safety helmet, you are almost like a construction worker in the earth world.

A large coat of arms was sewn on the back of their uniforms, with a blood-red background, a dark golden smiling sun on top, and two crossed long swords below, with horned devil heads and fang devil heads strung on the blades.

This is the logo of the Plane Army of Hell. Two days ago, the direct superior of the Plane Army, the Hell Group of the "Red Covenant" organization, required all members of the Plane Army to wear uniforms provided by Fei Gong. There is a badge the size of a washbasin on the back, and there is only the mark of the red lady on the badge!

Believers of other gods protested that this was discrimination based on beliefs, and Fei Gong said that we provided everything from hell arms to uniforms, which was just a sign of sponsors.If you think you can't do without your own gods, then you can make a god emblem and wear it on your chest. That place is specially reserved for you. This also means that Fei Gong is the backing of the plane army, and you are still close to your own gods.

It's up to you how to deal with the divine emblem, anyway, this uniform must be worn.If you don't wear it, you will be punished as desecrating the military, and you will be taken to Mingshi Prison for confinement.

The god of knowledge, the believers of the god of war, and the magician are all easy to say. They are basically cultural people. Most of the goddesses of nature and life are also artists. It is just a trivial matter to get a more delicate emblem to wear on their chests.

God of War is a little troublesome, almost all of his followers are illiterate.Not to mention painting, many people don't even know how to write their own names.

These fighters and berserkers initially felt that at least they had to mark their beliefs. They simply painted their uniforms with various paints, just like painting battle patterns on their faces.As a result, they were all arrested by the picket team under the Political Commissar of the Plane Army and imprisoned for confinement. They were charged with deliberately defacing the uniform and trampling on the honor of the Plane Army.

So the believers of the God of War simply didn't bother. Anyway, their god is also a big bastard who doesn't care about details, so it's good to fight if there is a battle.

Yesterday, Fei Gong set up some kind of "Hell Plane Magic Guidance Commune" in Return to the Team Castle, like an adventurer's guild, providing various task entrustments to the outside world.

The Plane Army also encourages believers of other gods to go to the commune to accept tasks, as long as the battle is not delayed.

After hearing the reward of the task, many people went.They don't need money for food, clothing, housing, weapons and equipment in the plane army, and they can still get a military salary every month that can guarantee that they can drink beer every day until they are half drunk.

No one cares about this little military salary. They come to hell not only to practice their beliefs, but also to develop themselves.But judging from the previous battles, even if it is a legend, it is impossible to gain benefits on the battlefield with flesh and blood alone. Everyone gave up the idea of ​​taking a risk and enriched their resumes steadily.

At this time, drinking beer every day until you can only get half drunk is unbearable. You need extra money to ensure that you get drunk!

Believers of other gods are still waiting and watching, but believers of God of War took action first.

When the berserkers entered the hall, a girl with a round face greeted her kindly and energetically, "Welcome!"

There were boos everywhere, the eyes of the big bosses were shining, and the corners of their mouths were drooling.

Then they were all stunned. This childish girl had curved horns on her head and a long tail dangling around her. The arrow-shaped tip of the tail seemed leisurely. No one could guarantee that she couldn't make a blood hole .

If it weren't for the white and tender legs under the short skirt, which are no different from ordinary people, they would have thought they had seen a special kind of succubus. It is rumored that the Ailu succubus looks like this, right?

"Aha, everyone will ask like you, I am Ellu Succubus, and my name is... Mina."

The girl smiled and explained first, which made the hearts of the berserkers tremble again. The succubus is the nemesis of their mental waste!
"Don't worry, I'm the receptionist of the commune service center, a genuine member of the Fei Communist Party, and I will never eat... Cough cough, I scare you."

The girl licked her red lips again and said, scaring the berserkers to bow their heads, it's so dangerous!

This group of strong men, who are generally two heads taller than girls, lined up obediently to receive tasks from the girl.

"The Slime Research Institute needs different types of purgatory and abyss slimes. You can go to the high-security area to catch them..."

"The Institute of Hell Armed Forces needs test subjects, berserkers who can maintain brute force for at least two hours..."

"The Lightning Research Institute needs test subjects, at least Level [-], with no medical history such as heart disease..."

"Hell's Tongue will recruit convenience food tasters, and require no special food addiction..."

"The Institute of Life Potential is recruiting extreme survival testers, and the requirement is to have the courage to challenge yourself..."

Mina made a list, let the berserkers choose one by one, and then sent the corresponding information to their personal assistants.

During the period, a skinny and beautiful little girl also came to help. She should be the assistant of the succubus. Her pair of pointed ears caught the berserkers' glances.

The tips of the ears of the half-elf girl turned red, she gritted her teeth and muttered something, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The berserkers were muttering, and Mina slapped her hands: "Okay! The explanation is over, let's go our separate ways!"

In the crisp crackling sound, a wave of ripples swept across all the berserkers.The group of big guys suddenly felt weak all over and their limbs were weak.

The berserkers yelled in their hearts, damn it, they were still tricked by the succubus!
But no one was angry, Mina tilted her head and smiled sweetly, she was simply a little angel, scratching their hearts so numb.

"If you don't arrive at the entrustment site in time, the commission will be canceled and the liquidated damages will be double rewards!"

The berserkers supported each other and moved out of the hall, and the crisp laughter of the little succubus whipped behind them like a whip, making them quicken their pace while wondering how they had offended her just now.

In the hall, Tina appeared again, muttering to Mina, "Don't you really like dealing with adventurers? How can you do it?"

Mina beamed and said, "Is there anything I can't do for Master?"

"And adventurers are not all kind guys. In the past, we had no choice but to hide from those who were full of nonsense and even moved their hands. Now, we can take care of such people."

Tina gave a thumbs up: "This is the perfect receptionist!"

In a small courtyard somewhere in the corner of Return to the Team Fort, three berserkers approached the director of the "Lightning Research Institute". Seeing that he was a thin young man with no power fluctuations in his body, they all frowned.

The young man with a dull expression and glasses immediately asked, "Are you sure you are a third-level?"

The strongest berserker said disdainfully: "Civilian, pay attention to your attitude in front of superhumans..."

The young man raised his glasses, his expression unchanged: "Oh? Then are you sure you can hold a thunderbolt worth [-] likes with your body?"

"Of course." The Berserker sneered, "But can you cast lightning?"

In the Hell Plane Army, Fei Gong's extraordinary strength measuring device has been widely used. Even these big bastards know the relationship between the classification of extraordinary strength and praise.

The young man didn't answer, and turned his head to say hello. The assistant held out a steel arm, which looked a bit like the arm of a shrunken version of a scavenger mech.

He put on the rubber gloves first, and then put the steel arm on his left hand with great difficulty: "Then start with you, and do the simplest resistance test."

Pushing his companion away, the berserker, who was a head and a half taller than the young man, held his arms and spread his legs, and stood firmly: "You can get three days of beer in exchange for a third-level lightning strike. This is a good deal."

"Level [-] Lightning Strike?"

The young man shrugged: "If that's what you understand, then... come on!"

As the voice fell, some mechanism was pulled, and the crystal nucleus in the center of the steel palm shot out a white arc, which struck the berserker's body, causing the strong man to twitch violently and let out a scream.

"I only said it was [-] likes, but I didn't say how long it would last." The young man said coldly, "likes are just the intensity marked by the difference in power, not a unit of power, and it doesn't mean how much power you have endured. The former is Qianma, the latter is degrees."

"The lightning power I output now is 20 horses per second, and [-] seconds is [-] degrees. According to theoretical calculations, this is the standard value for a third-level berserker."

"It took me about 20 seconds to finish saying these words. If you can hold on after I finish speaking, it means..."

The test subject's companion screams...

"It's muddled! It's muddled!"

"It's done! It's done!"

The young man turned off the switch, and the berserker continued to twitch, his eyes rolled white, foaming, and he fell stiffly to the ground.

Sniffing, the young man nodded: "Well, he looks about seventy years old."

The companion exclaimed, "Kenny—!"

The young man waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, just considering the consequences, there are priests and druids on standby at any time in the research institute."

As soon as he finished speaking, two people rushed out. One was a priest and the other was a druid. They were holding the leg of a hellhound in their hands. , and sniffed and said it was delicious.

The two companions first stared at the priest and the druid dumbfounded, and then turned their eyes to the young man with difficulty.

"You... who are you?"

"You must be a hero, right?"

They absolutely do not believe that this is done by a commoner, such power is only possessed by extraordinary people!
"I just said it, Nicner, the director of the Lightning Research Institute."

The young man said with a faint smile: "As for the level..."

He turned the switch of the mechanical arm again, spraying out an electric arc, scaring the two berserkers back.

The young man stretched out his other hand into the electric arc, and the shattered awns flew, but he didn't even move his brow.

His hand was raised high, and the arc was connected between the two hands, jumping between his two hands like a leather whip, making the berserker almost kneel down.

"I'm just a commoner...hahaha——!"

The young man's face was extremely ferocious when illuminated by the lightning, and the two berserkers turned around and ran away, even ignoring their companions.

This is a crazy lightning magician!It must be!
The young man looked at the back of the berserker, and laughed happily. There was a crackling sound, the arc disappeared, and blue smoke rose from the mechanical arm.

"Damn it...the thunder spar exploded again..."

The young man threw down the mechanical arm in frustration, and at this moment the lying berserker also slowed down and moaned.

"Forty degrees of damage can't completely kill a third-level berserker. If he wears hell armor, the damage will be greatly reduced."

Nicner shook his head and muttered: "No, the route is wrong. You can't rely on lightning to hurt people directly. You have to use lightning as a medium to stimulate other forces, just like the principle of the magic gun."

The assistant picked up the robotic arm and said distressedly: "Mentor, there is still a problem with energy storage. Are you really not considering using a magic furnace?"

"The magic stove and the magic turning electric stove are too bulky," Nickner said. "We have to find a way to put both parts at the rear, and only bring the energy storage device, which can directly release the lightning like the magic power and the magic battery. the power of."

"Battery, listen to the term. The higher-ups have long understood this route. They should have obtained the technology of the Magic Empire, but they don't know how to achieve it. Therefore, our goal is to research the battery."

"Speaking of batteries," the assistant said timidly, "Why doesn't the instructor try slimes? I remember that there are slimes that can be discharged in the main plane, and there should be slimes in Purgatory."

Nickner stared: "You care about the Slime Association?"

The assistant said embarrassingly: "Yes, many people and I believe that slime is a treasure bestowed by the world to mortals, and it is omnipotent."

"I hate slime," Nickner said with a stinking face. "When we were in the steel factory, crispy slimes were used as food for us..."

The berserker on the ground woke up faintly, opened his eyes and saw Nekner, screamed loudly, jumped up and ran, not even asking for payment.

"Slime is slime," Nickner said, "as long as I get the power that ordinary people can control, I can eat crispy slime every day."

Both the priest and the druid sighed, and the priest said, "Nickner, you still reject superhuman powers."

Nickner snorted: "In this place of hell, the extraordinary power is severely distorted by the will of hell, but the most basic and natural power is stronger and more stable. My research will soon bear fruit."

"I'll let you see that even ordinary people can master the power to defeat extraordinary people!"

His tone became disdainful: "Power comes from laws and nature. Since I can gain power from laws and nature, why do I have to believe in gods?"

The pastor looked like a thorny priest, his cheeks twitched, and he seemed to be struggling with what to say, and he said after a while: "Lady Scarlet is not the kind of god you imagined, you can understand it first."

"Don't tempt me..."

Nickner's attitude is very firm: "I'm here, it should be a deal, I can produce the results you need, right? If the condition also includes that I must believe in Lady Red, I will not continue to do it, kill I can't do it!"

The priest added, and the Druid tugged at his sleeve, shaking his head to signal that it was over.

Watching Nicka enter the room, the pastor said with both a smile and a smile: "This guy, why is he so stupid?"

"Maybe it was stimulated by something," Druid said, "Let's not force it, just protect him. His research has improved, at least he can use powerful power without extraordinary power."

"The truly powerful power comes from the soul." The pastor shook his head, but he didn't insist on it anymore, knowing that the time was not up.

(End of this chapter)