The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

The huge hammer head of the Thunder Steel Explosive Hammer fell to the ground, creating cracks in the ground. A certain armored summoner whose face was covered with a piece of silver armor looked at Luo Cha.

"Do you want to surrender?"

"Yandi hasn't lost yet, why would I surrender?"

"Don't use passionate lines to cover up the fact that you two left your jobs to cause trouble!"

The deputy leader, who was said to have calmed down a lot in recent years, yelled out loud.

"But, Principal, theoretically we can take a legal holiday with Entei, but each of us only has half the time of a normal soldier."

"According to military regulations, anyone who dares to use the right to take leave during a mission can be shot directly by the highest legion commander."

"Does my scientific research corps count as an army?!"

"Why doesn't it count?"

"It's not that you are being kind, we just want to search for some Extreme Wind Crystals."

"Give me some shame!"

The man roared.

"As the deputy leader, I will never allow you to waste time like this!"

"I can give you half."

The yellow game console was thrown over.

Luo Qia looked at Yan Gang with a puzzled look.

"The person in charge of the [Armor Mass Production Plan·Mass Production of Diamond] is going out to test the actual combat data and positioning and tracking capabilities of the Diamond Armor for a period of sixty Yanxing days."

To translate, this means working outside the home, getting paid, and not taking up any vacation time.

"Then...Emperor Yan?"

"He's on vacation, and he's enjoying the entire share that he should have. If anything happens, it's not my job to deal with it. That's Yan Fei's business."

The sturdy man who took off the summoning device hummed a tune and walked towards the door of the laboratory. On the way, he did not forget to kick Yan Di, who had pulled him out of the ground, back in the head.

"The formation of the strongest spirit requires a firm and clear stance. If there is a clear distinction between good and evil, it is relatively simple, but if you just want to pursue pure strength... sufficient tempering and building confidence through a large number of battles are necessary."

From afar, such a voice entered Luo Cha's ears.

Is this the only way to achieve the strongest energy with pure strength?

Luo Cha seemed to be thinking about something.

"Luo Cha, I want heavy weapons!"

"You? You haven't even created a melee weapon yet, so don't dwell on your defeat!"

……

Yang Pojun opened his eyes and looked at the empty hall.

The top seat Heikati was kneeling in front of him, and not far away was Tiangong Ziyin who was leaning against Ajin to practice editing techniques.

"Are you awake?"

Although it is a question, it is spoken in a declarative tone. After all, it is something that can be known at a glance.

"Yeah, I overslept a little."

Because he had been sleeping for too long, he was now completely unable to fall asleep, and naturally, he couldn't meditate either.

Out of boredom, he used the freedom method.

The pitch-black flames drew graceful curves, like the ripples caused by a stone thrown into calm water; the flames turned into flame waves, spreading in circles.

Heikati watched Yang Pojun's operation quietly.

She could feel that the freedom method the other party was currently performing had some ability to transmit information.

Logically, she should have asked the other party what they were communicating with, but after all, they did not have any deep relationship. Even though her ideas were quite different from those of humans, she hesitated for a moment whether to speak.

Finally, she opened her thin lips and asked her question.

"Who are you communicating with?"

"Humanity."

"Humanity?"

"Yes, human."

"I don't understand you."

Hecate shook her head in confusion.

There are cases where the Red World's followers have a pleasant conversation with humans, but generally speaking, they are a minority, not to mention that she has stayed in the Xingli Palace for a long time and has never come into contact with humans.

Even when facing the people of the Red World, they would treat her with respect because of her great qualities, and Hecate did not need to consider how to communicate harmoniously with them.

But for Entei, who had no respect for her and was a human, Hecate thought it would be better to speak frankly and honestly about her thoughts.

For this great imperial shaman, communication is something that needs to be learned. Even if it is more straightforward, it is also an effort to achieve the imperial mission. She has heard of the failure of certain plans due to human personal reasons.

"Have you heard about the phone call?"

"I heard from my uncle."

"Who is my uncle? Do the Red Worlders have the same reproductive ability as humans?"

"My uncle is Tandan Qiujiu Dantalio. Also, I was created directly by the leader. The people of the Red World do not have the same reproduction system as humans."

"That sounds like good news."

After hearing the other party's incoherent words, Hecate tilted her head.

Her short sky-blue hair swayed slightly as she moved, and she looked like she had a temperament somewhere between cool and cute.

When Yang Pojun thought about such a child being sacrificed, he felt incomparable...

joy.

Yang Pojun has always felt that the significance of some kindness is simply to contrast with malice.

For example, those who feel sorry for stray dogs and cats.

For the city, this is a trouble caused by a group of irresponsible guys - they don't want to raise the animals, but abandon them out of hypocritical kindness.

When it sees these lives somewhere again, it will say "Oh, they are so pitiful" and give them a little bread, allowing these lives that may carry viruses to reproduce in the city and affect people's living environment.

Yang Pojun still remembers that when he was a child, four of the five mouse traps he bought were caught by wild cats, and one of them made a mess on the sofa at home after he rescued it.

From then on, he dealt with every stray cat or dog that approached his house.

Such behavior was not unnoticed. He was once called cruel by nosy people, and they also rescued a stray cat that he almost killed.

Then the next day he saw a stray cat that had been treated and had a lot of its hair shaved off, staying at the same place where he had last seen it.

The little life curled up with its body and half-closed eyes revealed a light that he could not describe.

In the end, he was accused of being cruel and his photo was taken and publicized by some busybodies. The so-called goodwill of the other party only lasted for a day and became obvious when compared with him.

In the end, he never met the kind of pure good person who was consistent in what he said and what he did and could stick to it.

This is also the reason why he firmly believes that Lao Yang's [human supremacy] and [racial discrimination] are correct.

Kindness is something that may not even be enough to be shared among one’s own kind, so who would have the room to share with non-humans or even anti-human non-humans?

This man, Yang Pojun, probably will never have a level of affection with non-humans above that of acquaintances in his entire life.

"Didn't you figure it out?"

“I haven’t figured it out.”

"Regional differences are an important reason for cultural differences, but racial differences are usually not considered. Why do you think that is?"

"Because as long as the hearts of each other can understand each other, even people of different races can become friends?"

Hecate asked.

Strictly speaking, this was not her own idea; she herself was a very empty being.

However, the [Noble Phantasm: Tyrant], which was originally intended to collect emotional fragments and become the substitute for the sacrificial snake, was something she could touch at will.

Occasionally, Hecate could hear that a human or a Crimson World had formed a lasting friendship with each other.

Perhaps the man in front of him is such a person, and he was appreciated by the leader and became the leader's fire mist warrior?

Yang Pojun stood up, approached Hecate, then knelt on one knee, took off her big white hat with one hand, and rubbed her short sky blue hair with the other hand.

"That's great, Hecate. That's great."

The mental state of the Red World's people is quite similar to that of humans, so Yang Pojun could tell that she was just repeating someone's words based on her own impression.

Delicate, beautiful, but empty and inhuman.

Is there a better way to realize the value of such witches (sacrificial women) besides dedicating themselves to the gods?

【201】Emperor Yan (VIII)

There is a saying in Japan.

As long as TV Tokyo is still broadcasting anime it's no big deal.

To put this sentence in reverse, it means that if you play something other than cartoons, something big will happen.

At this moment, Tokyo TV is broadcasting a report about the masquerade ball.

"According to official information, a group of terrorists calling themselves the Masquerade Party have declared that they will make our country lose the great Tower of Pride forever."

"The Tower of Stubbornness was won by our great hero, Ryoma Kurogane, during World War II. It is a trophy that symbolizes our country's status as one of the world's top four powers. This has long been a consensus among all countries in the world. Trying to seize the Tower of Stubbornness is to openly become an enemy of Japan."

"We, the professional sword cutters in Japan, are ready to strike hard at this evil organization!"

……

"Mike, what do you think?"

"What do you mean? Do you care what emotion your pet is expressing when it calls you?"

FBI agent Mike asked back into the walkie-talkie in his hand with a mocking smile.

"Be serious. What I mean is what do you think about the reasons for Japan's violent reaction?"

A magnetic male voice came from the intercom.

"There's not much useful information. If I were to speculate, I think it's because the guy who called himself Emperor Yan attacked the Stubborn Tower not long ago, causing huge casualties, which hurt the country's self-esteem. In order to restore its previous prestige as soon as possible, it sounds reasonable to exaggerate a little-known organization."

"As an intelligence officer, please pay attention to your strict requirements for the accuracy of intelligence. How many of the above speculations are confirmed to be in line with the facts?"

"Um... the attack on the Stubborn and Proud Tower resulted in triple-digit casualties."

"That's the past. Don't mention the old information."

The boss said coldly.

"OKOK! I have found out that Japan has indeed gathered a group of people. They are basically senior swordsmen who have stayed in Tokyo for a long time and received power-enhancing treatment at the Tower of Pride. I can't say whether the purpose is really as reported on Tokyo TV."

"Continue to collect more intelligence. It would be best if we could get some personal information about the summoned sword cutters."

"That's not necessary. Fargo has already collected most of that kind of information, right? Even if I were to collect more, I wouldn't gain much, and I might even get myself into trouble."

Mike resisted his boss's stupid request even though he knew the consequences of refusing would be dire.

"The Four Evil Towers will cause irreversible changes to the human body, and the closer you are to the Tower, the stronger the effect will be. I think you are aware of this."

"Well, part of the intelligence that Fargo collected was my credit, and the handover officer also told me that if I live in Tokyo, I must leave Japan within three years, otherwise the transformation will become permanent and irreversible."

"As long as you understand."

Mike waited patiently, but found that the other party had no further contact.

"Boss?"

"Hello? Come on, you are not threatening me, are you? I have worked hard for United, I have worked for United..."

"Okay, shut up! Although returning within three years is the maximum safety value tested, it doesn't mean that those who stay in Tokyo during this period will not have any problems."

"Generally speaking, in Tokyo, there will be some degree of spiritual change in worshipping the Tower every year or so."

"Then as their worship deepens, they develop a fanatical faith in the tower."