I, Viego, conquer Terra!

A giant beast, or a god?!

Wei Yanwu's eyes gradually became solemn, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

With his status and position, he has already known some of the real secrets of this land, and naturally knows that there are some existences on this land that are different from ordinary people.

The various mysteries surrounding Viego and the abnormal natural disaster phenomena mentioned by the Messenger of Disaster were enough to make him think of those things.

......

Two months later.

Viego has already crossed the Syracuse area with his cheap apprentice and is approaching the border of Dayan. They encountered no natural disasters or accidents on the way. Chen Huijie's communicator was repaired by someone in the mobile city, and his control over the black fog has also improved.

In the evening, the master and his disciple sat around the campfire, still reading electronic martial arts novels together and making comments from time to time.

Buzz-buzz-

The communicator in Viego's pocket vibrated.

...is it Kal'tsit?

Viego frowned slightly and took out the communicator.

To his surprise, the number displayed on the communicator screen was not Kal'tsit's.

But...

The number that Mostima had dialed earlier to contact his companions.

Viego quickly answered the call: "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Viego?" A unclear female voice came from the communicator, accompanied by a noisy electrical sound.

"it's me."

"Something happened to Mastema."

Viego's pupils contracted and his palms tightened subconsciously as he met the worried gaze of his cheap apprentice beside him.

Half a second later, he pursed his lips and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

"...Please rest assured, her life is not in danger for now, but we are...not in good condition now..." The female voice sounded intermittently.

In the dim crypt, the pink-haired Sakota woman leaned weakly against the wall. She glanced at the few remaining survival supplies and the unconscious blue-haired girl with a dim halo on her head, and spoke softly:

"Before Xiao Mo completely lost consciousness, she told me that I could call this number to ask for help. We are currently in an underground cave 50 kilometers south of the forest where you and she parted..."

She weakly repeated her location twice, and after making sure Viego had heard clearly, she finally said:

"The magnetic field is disturbed where I am now, and the signal may be affected. It will probably be difficult to continue to contact you..."

click -

A sound of disconnection came from the communicator.

Lemiaoan froze for a moment, weakly put down the communicator, and looked at the unconscious Mostima.

"......"

She and Mostima have known each other for many years, since they were in school together. Later, they formed the same team and worked in the Inquisition, but she had never heard that Mostima had a male friend named "Viogo" before.

Although she had some idea of ​​what was going on when she saw Mastema the last time she saw her, she still had some idea of ​​what was going on when she saw the large gun she brought back that was completely different from her Guardian Gun.

...Will the other party really come to rescue them?

Even if he could, could he really get there in time before their supplies ran out?

Fiammetta hasn't replied yet, maybe she's fallen into a trap... I don't know if she's doing okay over there... and whether she can get away in time to rescue them.

Remian closed her eyes tiredly, thinking that compared to the possibility of being rescued by the man named "Viogo", it was more likely that Fiammetta would escape in time and rescue them.

......

"Master..." Chen Huijie put down the tablet and looked at Viego, who looked a little stiff, with some concern: "Are you okay?"

After two months of getting along, this was the first time she saw an expression on her master's face that could be described as "ugly".

She didn't hear the content of the communication, but seeing Viego's strange reaction, she still had an ominous premonition in her heart.

"...It's okay." Viego exhaled, raised his hand and touched the head of his cheap apprentice, and said: "However, I'm afraid you, Huijie, will have to go alone on the rest of the journey. A friend of mine is in trouble, and I have to go and help."

"Master, I..."

"Shh..." The man raised his slender index finger and put it in front of her lips, interrupting her words, his green eyes were gentle:

"Huijie, you have your own path to take and ideals to achieve. You have already learned everything I can teach you."

"Huijie, believe in yourself. You are a genius. There are many people who are bullied, wronged, and oppressed waiting for you." He gently pressed his apprentice's head: "Go and fulfill your ideals. Use your sword to cut off those things you hate, Huijie. This is what you should do now."

"...I understand, Master." Chen Huijie was stunned for a moment, nodded seriously, and smiled again:

"By the time you come here, I should have already joined the Imperial Guards - don't break the law or get caught by me, okay? Otherwise, we will have to have our apprenticeship banquet in the police station."

Viego laughed: "That only works if you can catch me."

Chen Huijie also laughed, and after a moment asked, "Then...when are you leaving?"

"Let's go now." Viego stood up and waved his hand casually to his cheap apprentice who was standing by the campfire. "When I finish dealing with things here, I will come to Longmen to see you. Next time we meet, I want to see if you have made any progress."

"Yes, Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car started and Chen Huijie watched Viego go away.

This time, she was no longer reluctant.

Instead, he was full of anticipation, looking forward to the next meeting with his master so that he could see his progress.

Chen Huijie understood.

Parting with the Master is for a better meeting next time.



Chapter 179: Mostima's Trust

Under the double moons, an off-road vehicle, covered in black mist that floated like flames, was running frantically across the wilderness.

Viego frowned and took a moment to glance at the map.

He remembered clearly that the place where he and Mostima separated was between Kazdel and Ratlan, leaning more towards Kazdel.

After a whole night of running regardless of consumption, he was now about fourteen hours' drive from the location mentioned by the female voice on the phone, and was expected to arrive in the evening.

——It’s not that the distance is too short, but under the premise that Viego uses black fog without considering the vehicle’s tolerance limit and the consumption of black fog, the improvement of vehicle performance by the ruined black fog is really too great.

This really became a ghost fire boy...

What Ghost Rider.

Viego distracted his thoughts as if to divert his attention and smiled to himself.

There is no point in worrying and being anxious, it will only increase the probability of making mistakes.

He could only try his best to get there as soon as possible.

but...

Since the black fog can increase the performance of mechanical creations such as off-road vehicles, then when I become strong enough, can I...

Use black fog to wrap a land ship like the Rhodes Island, or even an entire mobile city, and drive the Gundam directly?

When you are in doubt, just create it.

Viego focused his thoughts and stopped fantasizing about things that seemed a little far away now.

......

Viego walked in the afterglow of the setting sun and rushed to the location indicated by the female voice in the communicator.

The Ruin Curse in his body was now like a middle-aged man who had been dragged into the house without stopping for the entire night. He looked drained and listless.

The female voice in the communication said that she and Mostima were not in immediate danger of life, but the situation seemed very bad... They were most likely trapped by something and might encounter an enemy.

Lateran Notary Team

Viego thought for a moment, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and turned his eyes to the trunk.

The technology tree of this world is closely related to Originium, and the vehicle fuel is completely sealed and tightly wrapped. The entire fuel filling process is completely free from contact with the outside world.

It seems that...the fuel of the vehicle is liquid Originium or something like that?

Viego hesitated, took out a box of fuel, and pierced a small hole with the Ruined King Sword.

A golden viscous liquid suddenly flowed out of the fuel tank.

Combining the knowledge from the book, Viego guessed that it should be the color that can only be seen when the Originium is extremely pure.

He controlled the black mist to sweep forward, sweeping away all the fuel. Feeling the curse of ruin recovering a little, he suddenly felt certain.

Fuel can refuel the car, and it can also refuel him...

The Autobot is actually me? ?

Viego thought for a moment, emptied half of the remaining fuel in the car, and left the other half for emergency use.

In just a few minutes, more than 100,000 yuan worth of fuel was consumed, enough to last for several months, but the Curse of Ruin only restored one tenth of the fuel consumed during the journey...

Viego felt a little painful, so he left half of the fuel for emergency use, released the black mist, and began to look for Mostima around.

......

In the underground palace.

The halo above the pink-haired Sakota's head illuminated the surroundings, and also reflected Mostima who slowly opened her eyes.

Lei Miaoan was still sitting by the stone wall, slightly tilting his head, and said weakly: "Xiao Mo, are you awake?"

"...Lemuian?" Mastema staggered to his feet, covering his forehead. "How long have I been unconscious... What's going on now?"

"You were unconscious... for about 20 to 30 hours?" Lemion explained softly. "The etched ammunition you fired collapsed the way out, and Andorn seemed to be buried underneath."

"Wait, Lemion, you..." Mostima looked at Lemion, eyes widened, noticing something strange.

Under the pink-haired Sakta was a large patch of bright red blood.

She just sat against the rock wall without moving.

"Andorn's gun hit you..."

"It's okay, Xiao Mo." Lemiaoan smiled and said lightly:

"It's just that the lower body can't move. Maybe the spine was hit? I've treated the wound. Well... he won't die for the time being. But if he can get out, I'm afraid he'll have to use a wheelchair in the future, right?"

Mastema pursed her lips, glanced at the two staffs that were thrown away carelessly, and sat down next to Lemion. "Hehe... You can really laugh."

Lemiaoan raised his hand and curiously touched the curved black horn growing on her head. "You've really fallen from heaven, Xiaomo..."

"Yeah, I have a terrible headache now, do you want to try it too?" Mostima said, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the horn on his head. "I still have a tail behind me, it feels like I have an extra hand... weird."

"Do you think we can still get out?" Mastema asked again.

"It should be possible, right? It doesn't matter if it's not possible. I wrote a suicide note before I left anyway." Lemiaoan smiled.

"Fiammetta didn't come in. Maybe he'll find out something's wrong soon and find us... And the name you mentioned before you fainted - Viego, I also sent him a message. Will he really come to save me?"

"Yes." Mastema said firmly, and laughed again:

"I'm a fallen angel now... When that guy sees me, he will definitely be curious and attack me like you did, right? Then I will throw myself into his arms and cry... He will definitely be at a loss and think that he has made me sad."

"Then you are really bad, Xiao Mo." Remiaoan replied.

"After all, I am an evil fallen angel now." Mastema smiled and replied. "Shouldn't I be evil?"

Most of the Sakota people are optimistic.

But Lemion knew that Mostima was not as indifferent as he appeared to be.

Betrayed by her new teammate, she is now seriously injured and paralyzed, and buried in this underground palace without sunlight. She pulled out her gun and fired, but she fell from the sky...

In order to protect his companions, he became a fallen angel.

This was tantamount to a devastating blow to the devout faith that the Laterans had maintained since birth.

It's normal to feel confused, doubtful, and at a loss.