Doomsday Totem

Chapter 237 Times
Surrounded by the swarm of insects, Edward walked through a sparse forest, walked up a low slope, and came hundreds of meters away from the Tiandi Tree.Looking from a distance, I saw a huge obsidian placed under the tree trunk surrounded by more than ten people.And the top of this obsidian was carved into a giant stone chair.The back of the stone chair was seven or eight meters high. In the hazy night, the black stones that were cut like knives exuded a cold luster.Looking carefully, the simple and simple shape is like the throne of an ancient king, with awe-inspiring atmosphere.

As he approached, the scene in front of him gradually became clearer.I saw a tall human female sitting on the throne carved from obsidian.Looking up, this woman is covered with a crimson carapace, shining a snow-white cold light in the gauze-like starlight.

Walking in front of the throne, the crows scattered around one after another, forming a circular encirclement around the throne.

Edward looked up at the woman above, slowly knelt down on one knee, and said loudly: "I, Edward Sosey, extend my deepest regards to the great Scarlet Queen."

"Welcome, Baron Edward." The woman on the throne stood up, looked down at the man kneeling on the ground condescendingly, and said slowly, "Get up."

"Yes." Edward stood up slowly, then looked down, and his hands naturally hung down in front of him, with a completely humble look.

"Baron, look at me." The Scarlet Queen said.

Edward raised his head immediately, and saw that the woman above her was dignified and good-looking, with long bright red hair, about 30 years old.Looking from the bottom up, her chest is very full, and there is a hint of charm in her eyebrows and eyes, which makes people restless and in a trance.

She used to be called Sarazer Casey, a holy psychic of human beings, one of the twelve archangels of the temple, and her title was Seraphim.She was betrayed during the war 60 years ago.When he was seriously injured and dying, he was inspired by a crimson master.From then on, she fell into darkness and became a crimson queen, changing her name to - Sarazer Baikary Amber.

"Great Crimson Queen, your faithful follower has brought you good news." Edward said, "Tyre Fortress is in a state of shortage of troops, currently there are only six academy legions and a 12-member psychic warrior squad Garrison, and I am confident that I will take three of the academy legions."

"But what's in it for me?" asked Sarazer.

"As far as I know, there are twenty tons of spiritual ore and three tons of black oil in the warehouse of the fortress," Edward said.However, he doesn't know the actual inventory in the warehouse, it's just a lie made up for his purpose.However, the warehouse of Tyre Fortress does have a lot of spirit mines and black oil, which are the resources deliberately left behind by the previous person in charge in order to show favor to Yugo Lombard.

"Very good, Baron, I hope your information is accurate." Before he finished speaking, Sarazer flashed in front of Edward, grabbed the latter's neck, and lifted him up.

In an instant, Edward only felt that his throat was about to be crushed.His face was flushed, and he was about to suffocate to death, but Sarazer threw him to the ground.

"Remember, you only have one chance." She said lightly.

"I...I am you...your most loyal servant, please...please believe me." Edward half-lyed on the ground, panting heavily.

Three hours later...

It was 1:8 a.m. Silver City time and [-]:[-] a.m. Dorset time. Fifteen hours after Edward left Fort Tyre, Iron Slag, who was lying on the bed tossing and turning, got up, got dressed, and moved the next door to the VIP room. Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe woke up, took them to the office and drank wine.

"Master, can't you sleep?" Mu Qianhe asked with a smile while shaking the dark red wine in the goblet.

"Yeah." Tie Slag took a sip of his wine and said.He's had so much sleep these days that he's over-energized.

"Head, tell us your story, you..." Qin Ke'er hesitated for a while, then said, "Did you really grow up picking up trash in Beihuang?"

After pondering for a moment, Tie Slag put down his wine glass, and told the two girls about his experiences from the age of eight to fourteen.

Since Old Man Iron passed away, he has been making a living alone in the garbage dump of NO.13 Silver City.At that time, Tieshan Town was full of gangs and gangs, and the sheriff was mediocre and lacked courage. He hid in the office all day long and hugged Xiaomi, and basically didn't do anything except collect taxes.Therefore, the garbage dump that year was divided into more than 30 areas according to different disposal points, and each area was managed by different forces.Among them, some forces have been helped by the old man, or respect the character of the old man, so they allow iron slag to move in the area under their management.

NO.13 There are three types of garbage in Yincheng. The least valuable is domestic garbage, followed by electrical waste, and the most valuable is mechanical waste.At that time, Iron Slag, who was only eight years old, only recognized some valuable mechanical parts, so he was active in two mechanical waste disposal points all year round.

"It's amazing, the head of the group lived on his own when he was eight years old~ Ke'er didn't know what he was doing when he was eight years old~" Qin Ke'er sighed.

"Eight years old, we should be in the third grade at that time, and we can know the formula of multiplication." Mu Qianhe said.

"By the way, the head of the group hasn't been to elementary school, can he know how to multiply?" Qin Keer asked naively.

Tie Slag heard his veins pop, and said in a deep voice, "Of course I will..." Then he added, "I learned it by myself." Back then, in the garbage dumps of Yincheng, all kinds of old books were often found, including many books. Less elementary, middle and high school textbooks.He and Lao Niu learned by themselves with these textbooks.Of course, since there is no teacher to supervise him, he can't write...

"So smart~ I can understand it by self-study~" Qin Ke'er said to herself.

"When I was eight years old, I learned how to throw a handkerchief by myself, and it took me several days~" Mu Qianhe said thoughtfully.

Next, Tie Slag talked about how he met Lao Niu, and how they managed to survive in the cracks between gangs...

Unknowingly, the two bottles of Kraken were finished, and the story of Tie Slag was coming to an end. After the age of 14, there is not much to say. Under the protection of Lina, he lived a very nourishing life. He has a stable income, extra money from the garbage dump, and occasionally escorts caravans and collects sand. Insect eggs, a small business in hunting down wanted criminals.What's more, he has a beautiful girl to bully at any time. Although that beautiful girl is a bit domineering, he has to admit that it's quite fun to bully...

However, after talking about the experience, Tie Slag not only did not feel sleepy, but became more energetic.But at this time, both women were a little sleepy.They were lazily lying on the sofa, their breath was like gossamer, and they talked without saying a word.

"Qianhe has a good solution, which can solve the insomnia problem of the leader~" Mu Qianhe said with a faint smile and blurred eyes.

"Huh?" Tie Slag narrowed his eyes and asked.

"If you're tired, you can fall asleep~" she said.

"But I'm not tired. Could it be that I'm running around here?" Tie Slag looked around as he spoke.This office has more than 300 square meters, the space is not small, and it can really run.

"How boring is running~" "How about doing push-ups?" "How boring doing push-ups~" "How about doing sit-ups?" "How boring doing sit-ups~"

"Then what else?" Tie Slag said helplessly, spreading his hands.

Mu Qianhe put down his wine glass, stared at him seriously, opened his red lips lightly, and spat out two words: "Fuck me~"

"Ok?"

"Fuck - I -" Mu Qianhe bit her rosy and plump lips lightly, and said word by word.And Qin Ke'er, who was lying beside her, blushed immediately, and then looked at the red wine glass in his hand without saying a word, his eyes fell on the white stone floor as smooth as a mirror through the bright red wine.

Having said all of this, coupled with being repeatedly seduced by them these days, the evil fire caught fire instantly...

Thus, the story of a Steppenwolf and two sisters was staged again...

A moment later, a crystal clear teardrop fell from the corner of Qin Ke'er's eye, announcing the end of an old era and the beginning of a new era...

(End of this chapter)