Warwick the Godfather of Terra

She should be a dragon flying in the sky.

It shouldn't be a cunning, crawling snake.

The last Wendigo left the Reunion with his team and his only relative.

Heading towards Chernobog.

They want to rescue their leader and comrades!

In the aircraft in the air, looking at the report from the spy she left behind in the Reunion on the communicator, Tallulah sneered.

Sure enough, the Patriots had already discovered their problem.

After I left, he immediately led his troops to chase me.

But it just happened to fit in with her next plan.

Without the restrictions of the patriots, the ultimate move she left behind can be used.

Opening the communication channel, the immortal black snake called Mephisto, who had just finished drinking cocoa and was humming a song.

Although his singing voice could be described as "hoarse, mocking and difficult to listen to", Faust on the opposite side listened to it with great interest.

"Drip drip"

The communicator rang and Mephisto frowned.

Only a few people know his communicator number, and generally, when people get together, they don't use it to communicate.

who is it?

"Hey?"

Tallulah’s voice rang out.

"Mephisto, I have now left the Longmen Wasteland with the Patriots."

Tallulah tapped the sword lightly.

“We have more important things to do.

However, I cannot give up the task of attacking Longmen, so now all integration movements near Longmen are under your management."

Tallulah said this with a gloomy tone.

"It's up to you."

Suddenly, the depression caused by the interruption of singing disappeared completely.

The Patriot is not here, Froststar is not here, Sister Talulah is not here, W and those damn Sarkaz mercenaries are not here.

Is it so beautiful that it’s just me and Faust?

Mephisto held the communicator with an excited look on his face.

"Sister Tallulah, is this true?"

"of course it's true."

In the wilderness, a Reunion soldier named Ivan was driving a car. In the back of the car sat the fake Bonebreaker Misha, whose mask and clothes had been removed, and the real Bonebreaker Alex.

"I said I would follow Broken Bones anywhere, so if you want to go back to Longmen, I will definitely go back with you."

Ivan's voice was old and steady, and it was obvious that he was old.

“The integration movement now is indeed different from before.

We no longer struggle for the next meal's bread and tomorrow's milk, but instead fight to the death for some ideals.

This is really not normal.

At the beginning, we just wanted to keep each other warm. "

Looking at Misha in the rearview mirror, Ivan spoke in a gentle voice, just like a father talking to his own child.

“During this attack on Qie City, our situation has not only not improved, but has become even worse. There are too many newly recruited personnel, insufficient supplies, and the quality of the combatants is even worse than that of chickens.

We definitely don't believe that such a force can attack Longmen without any problems."

Misha looked at her brother who remained silent and asked.

"But didn't you say that your wife and children died at the hands of non-infected people?"

Misha still can't believe that this uncle would help her.

"That's right.

But I have already skinned those bastards with my own hands, and my hatred has been avenged.

You said that the infected people in Longmen were not discriminated against and lived well.

Isn't this what we want to do?

Since you have done it, why should we destroy it? "

Ivan's words left Broken Bones speechless.

However, the silence did not last long.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the vehicle overturned.

Misha and Bonebreaker were thrown out.

"It's a good plan. Pretend to be Broken Bones, wait for rescue, and then cooperate with the outside forces."

A crazy male voice sounded behind Misha.

Suddenly, Misha got up alertly, turned around, and raised the special grenade launcher that Broken Bone always carried with her high in her hand, aiming it in the direction where the sound came from.

"I never thought that Bonebreaker's sister would have the same Originium skills as him. Even the way she activated the howitzer was no different."

Mephisto, leaning on a cane, was followed by a group of Reunion soldiers who had long been herded.

Sister Tallulah told him that the entire Reunion Movement was now under his command and he could do whatever he wanted.

Then, what he wants to do most is to turn everyone into his little cutie and then attack the goal!!!

This is a great opportunity.

The old immortal Patriot and Froststar are not here.

What could be more wonderful than this!

Therefore, Mephisto's first target was Bonebreaker and his troops.

Unexpectedly, when he brought his assimilated herd to Broken Bones' team, Broken Bones disappeared.

After interrogating an infected person, Mephisto learned that Ivan drove them out.

Suddenly, the naughty kid was very angry.

Mephisto turned the infected into a herd, and immediately caught up with Faust, the herd, and several phantom crossbowmen driving cars.

Fortunately, the tire tracks on the wasteland are easy to identify.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain. The appearance of Misha made Mephisto extremely happy.

Broken bones*2

What a beautiful thing this is.

The naughty kids are too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

"Do it!"

Step back slightly.

Suddenly, a herd of blood-red Reunion members pressed forward.

Clusters of Originium crystals grew all over their bodies, as if adding armor to their skin.

The grenades fired by Misha could not cause any serious damage to them at all, and some of them could only knock them down.

Soon, the grenades in the bone-crushing howitzer were used up.

Looking at all the Integrated Movement hosts that had gathered around her, Misha breathed heavily.

She was ready to risk her life.

In fact, it should be said that it is a preparation for death.

"Enough fun."

At this moment, Mephisto's voice suddenly sounded and became particularly eye-catching among the roar of the herd.

Misha was surprised to find that the herd of cattle that had surrounded them actually retreated!

Mephisto reappeared, still with that same creepy smile on his face.

"Isn't it interesting?"

Looking at Misha, who was wearing a mask and trembling due to exhaustion, Mephisto waved his hand slightly.

"My favorite thing is to put a lot of little mice together and watch them fight each other."

“I call this the beast game.

I had a lot of fun in Chernobyl, but the mice there were so boring."

As he spoke, Mephisto laughed wildly.

"I just didn't expect that today's little mouse would be you, Broken Bones!"

"sieve!!!!!"

A sound of breaking wind came from behind Misha.

Ivan, who had transformed into a herd, reached out and pulled out a cluster of Originium crystals from his body and shot it at Misha!

Suddenly, Misha turned her head abruptly when she heard the sound of breaking wind.

However, what comes into view is not the crystal cluster.

But it was the figure of his brother falling down.

"puff"

With an Originium crystal cluster stuck in his chest and his hands tied behind his back, Broken Bones fell to the ground, blood all over the ground.

Red like the night glow.

"Alex!!!!!!!"

Misha screamed, squatted down, dropped the grenade blade in her hand, hugged the broken body in her arms, and reached out to pull out the Originium crystal.

"Oh? Do you really want to pull it out? I don't recommend you to do this."

Mephisto's voice was playful.

"Doing this may cause your brother to bleed profusely. His broken bones, which could have kept him alive for a while, may be destroyed because of your action."

The little boy clapped his hands and smiled innocently.

"Pah, I didn't pull it!"

Misha's hands suddenly began to tremble violently.

She didn't know what to do.

"elder sister."

Lying in Misha's arms, his shattered body was gradually getting colder.

He felt the life draining from his chest.

The sunset is so beautiful, just as beautiful as it was when I was a child.

With a sharp Originium crystal stuck in his chest, the light in Broken Bone's eyes was fading.

In his life, the warm childhood and miserable youth were a contradiction like ice and fire, coupled with the cruel abuse he suffered, which shaped his distorted character.

He is not as paranoid as Mephistopheles.

I can't be as calm as the patriot dad.

He was just a child blinded by hatred.