Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Blood-red steam was rising from her body.

He licked his lips and pulled the chain saw with his fingerless gloves.

"Take a Sammy bath!"

"It's my treat!!"

The scorching chainsaw cut into the hot air.

This move is called…

“Boiling and Exploding!!!”

Chapter 57: The Changed Prophecy! The Wolf of the Other World Will Devour the Evil of This World

"Shh!"

The bright sword light cut through the storm and shattered the inner guards' offensive.

The big sword in the old man's hand with long golden and white hair slashed out a streak of white light, and in a flash, it actually forced back the inner guards who were covered in heavy armor!

"General."

Looking at the old man in Ursus military uniform who suddenly appeared, the inner guards stepped back and stretched out their hands to glue the crack between the arm and neck that was cut by the sword with a black unknown substance.

The voices of patriots came from the calming storm.

The pure-blooded Wendigo stepped out from the black fog, and his steps were now as powerful as an overwhelming force.

At this moment, any exposed wounds on his body were completely covered by the Originium crystals.

The whole person looks like a living figurine made of Originium.

Putting the ventilator back on, the old patriot looked at the general beside him and nodded slightly.

His neck was almost completely occupied by Originium cells, which were so dark and shiny that they were reflecting light.

Even this gentle movement seemed extremely difficult.

At this moment, the percentage of his mineralogy cells has reached a terrifying 60 percent!

Looking at his old comrade who was almost dead, the blond old man said nothing.

In Ursus, he inherited a clinic called Azazel from his good friend.

Although he did not know any medical skills, his many years of military career, the fighting he witnessed on the front lines, and the many patients he saw in the Azazel Clinic in his later years allowed him to acquire a lot of medical knowledge over time, and he himself could be considered a doctor through his long experience of illness.

The large area of ​​Originium crystals covering his body that could be seen with the naked eye indicated that his Ore Disease had reached its final stage.

The infected at this time are the strongest.

It is also the most vulnerable.

He is strong because the Originium cells in his body have not yet begun to dry up and enter a period of decay, and can still support his body to perform Originium techniques and basic actions.

Moreover, its extremely fast growth rate will also give the host extremely strong resistance to attacks.

The scars on the Patriot's body that were covered with Origin Crystals were the result of a large number of Origin Stone crystals instantly growing out and filling them up at the moment when he was almost pierced by the Inner Guard.

Therefore, the terrifying aura emanating from the Patriot at this time made Hellagur look at him sideways.

However, this state is ultimately a short-lived flash in the pan.

The Originium crystal will soon enter its half-life.

Then, it quickly began to decline.

They will completely occupy the body's cells at an extremely fast speed.

At the last moment, the infected will eventually turn into scattered Originium crystals and become powder that dissipates in the air during the explosion.

The old general looked at the captain without asking about his injuries.

"No need to be polite."

Looking at the two internal guards in front of him, the blond old man put the sword in his hand back into his waist and leisurely chatted with the patriot.

It was as if this was not a fragmented and messy battlefield.

The two of them are not two people who are in a battle.

The two of them were like good friends who met while taking a walk at the entrance of the community.

It might be common for one person to bring a dog and another to carry a bird, and for them to exchange pensions with each other.

However, even though the old man in front of them had put away his weapon and was in a very relaxed state, they still had to be on high alert.

If we talk about patriots, they are the legend of Ursus.

Then this old man is a living epic.

The old man's name is Hellagur.

Before that, he was a general in Ursus.

A general who truly had the title of general, was awarded the rank of general, and was personally conferred the title by the previous emperor.

During his life, he participated in several large-scale battles that were recorded in history, as well as countless small-scale battles that were unknown.

Back then, he also led thousands of troops.

Battle of Blood Peak, Battle of the Four Emperors, Tenth Uka War...

After these battles, only a few generals survived.

Especially later, Ursus carried out an extremely brutal and ruthless purge.

On the entire roster of generals, countless generals who had made many military achievements and were famous for their prestige fell in this war that Ursus had launched against itself.

Over the decades, Ursus executed hundreds of his surviving generals.

And in this purge, the generals who were able to survive were even more desperate to find pearls in the vast ocean.

Hellagur is one of those pearls.

However, he disappeared more than ten years ago.

He left the center of power in Ursus and hid himself.

But these cannot be concealed from the Internal Guards, the real minions of Ursus.

It was not until dozens of days ago that they truly lost track of Hellagur.

I didn't expect that the general would appear here today.

"I thought you could handle these things."

Putting away the greatsword, Herag turned around and took out his wine flask.

The wine jug is engraved with a double-headed eagle flag with wings, and the words of Ursus are engraved on the precious red gold.

However, seemingly due to the erosion of time, the traces on it have begun to lose their former brightness and brightness, and have become mottled and old.

Just like this once great country.

He unscrewed the lid, threw it to the Patriot, and sat on the ground.

Seeing this, the inner guards turned to look at Tallulah.

Tallulah's face darkened.

She didn't expect that the Patriots could actually contact him.

With a deep voice, Tallulah pulled out the sword from the ground, turned around and jumped back into the cave.

The inner guards followed in.

Hellagur and the Patriot did not move.

Taking the wine jug from Hellagur, the Patriot took the jug with his only remaining arm that was almost turned into stone, opened his fang-filled mouth, and poured a sip into his mouth.

"This is the wine from my hometown..."

The taste is completely different from the burning, fragranceless and overbearing vodka of Ursus.

The Patriots were somewhat surprised.

This is the wine from the Sarkaz clan, Kazdel.

This kind of wine can be found in scar malls all over the Terra continent.

It is very cheap and tastes very poor and crude. It cannot even be called wine. It can only be regarded as a cheap alcoholic beverage.

However, it was indeed developed by that highness.

That prince wanted all infected people to be able to afford it, so he invented this cheap light wine that only costs one Longmen coin to make a large pot.

They are what flow in the blood of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

In memory of the departed Highness.

The familiar taste surprised the patriot.

"A few days ago, a Sarkaz operator in Rhodes Island was banned from drinking alcohol. His body did not allow him to continue drinking. So, he took out all his wine and planned to give it to others. I asked for a bottle."

With the greatsword leaning against his side, Hellagur looked at the devastated city before him, his voice still as calm and composed.

Perhaps the infection of Originium has become more serious and completely occupied the Patriot's vocal cords, but now he can actually speak a complete sentence continuously.

Although, the sound is still as difficult, even more unpleasant.

"General, how are you spending your time on Rhode Island?"

Pouring all the wine in his hand into his mouth, the Patriot handed the jug to Hellagur with difficulty.

He has already entered his half-life.

The Originium cells in his body began to frantically occupy the original positions of his remaining body cells.

"What can I do? A dying person is naturally vulnerable.

However, the bed in Rhodes Island is quite comfortable, and the little guy slept well. "

Hellagur screwed up the flask and put it back on his chest.

"Where's your child? I remember you said you always kept him with you."

Turning his head, Hellagur looked at the Patriot.

The Patriots' voices were so chaotic that it was becoming difficult to distinguish them.

"She turned into a star."

Herag paused.

Then, nodded.

"I hope she is happy in heaven."

The old general, who has experienced countless separations and deaths, has long developed a heart of steel when it comes to such things.

He will treat those who deserve it with gentleness.

However, this did not affect his hard-heartedness.

"The integration movement has failed."

The voice of the patriot is neither sad nor happy.

"No, you did not fail."

“I’ve fought this my whole life, and until a while ago, I stubbornly thought I had drawn a line between myself and these guys.

But, I didn’t expect that even at the last moment, the shackles of Ursus still bound me.”

Hellagur glanced at his old friend.

“You have indeed succeeded, and now everyone knows that the infected have begun to endure it no longer.

You really awakened everyone’s fighting spirit.”

The patriot wanted to shake his head.

However, his neck could no longer move.

"Perhaps, but we have lost more."