Release that Witch

"I'm going out."

"Would you like to go to the Budokan?" Wajiris walked out of the bedroom in his nightgown and saw the Fijian language cold finishing the final line in front of the porch.

"Well, the final battle is coming, I have to hurry up." The other party paused. "Are you coming later?"

Looking at the other side's all-out look, she briefly nodded and said, "If there is nothing else."

"Then I am leaving."

The door opened and closed, and the influx of chill quickly dissipated. Wakiris looked down at his open palm and then slowly became a fist.

Damn, what are you doing?

In the past month, she has almost completely integrated into the world, not only became a member of the martial arts association, but also repeatedly attacked with other people to fight against the demon.

In order to prevent the world from being destroyed, it is necessary to resist the gods. This may be the reason for her participation in the war. But Wakiri’s heart is clear that it is more a way of relieving pressure. The problem she really has to face is not here. But outside the ideology, she is not willing to be trapped here and doing nothing, in this way to make herself look like a force to solve the battle of God.

If the battle is cruel and arduous, then they are fighting against "God." But the fact is that the elimination of the demon is only happening in the darkness that the public can't see. The whole city is still in a peaceful climate. When there is no task, everyone even has time to have a cup of afternoon tea or gather together for a night snack. .

This is a far cry from the war she used to.

What made her even more uncomfortable was that she quickly adapted to such a life...

The sweeter the soft peninsula, the stronger the guilt and guilt of her heart. The front of the ethnic group is uncertain. In order to win the battle of God's will, the tribe has almost invested everything, but she enjoys a free and relaxed life. This contrast makes Wakiris painful, and sometimes even wants to pour the anger into her heart. Around the people.

More painful, however, is that reason still exists, and there is no distortion of reason and reason because of tremendous pressure. It is clear that it will not break the dreams, help the ethnic groups, and only make their situation worse.

At the same time, another point to stop the nightmare from doing this is that she found that she did not anticipate the dislike of Fiji.

Although the human woman overheard her conversation with Roland, it was just a reasonable choice for the other person to want to control her own destiny, not to mention the fact that she later trayd out what she had done and calmly confronted herself. The fact that exists in the ideology, this courage is simply dazzling.

She is pure, curious, determined, and clear-minded... These characteristics make Wakiris reminiscent of the "Thousand-shaped" Sistallis.

Some people shine bright enough to cross the racial divide, just as the thousand shapes are accepted by the Yunxiao school.

This is why she has never moved out of here.

It was just that this light not only did not relieve her pressure, but made her even more confused.

In fact, Wakiris has been faintly aware of what is really beneficial to the ethnic group, but the emotions can't face the step that once they are taken, there is no possibility of turning back. All the pressures and risks will be hers. It is difficult for a person to bear the determination even if it is her.

As far as fate is concerned, she is not as good as this human woman.

Just then, the phone rang.

The caller ID is Roland.

Vakiris hesitated and repeated, and finally got on the phone. "What's the matter? If it's a unilateral Hubian frontline warfare or a provincial province, I won't know if I don't get Heikezod's confirmation."

"I just want to ask, what is going on in the floating land?"

The other party’s first sentence made her stay in place.

......

Rose Cafe.

After listening to Roland's complete account, Wakirisi leaned back on the chair with some tiredness, and spit out the gas. "God of God..."

"What does God make?"

She looked at each other silently, trying to see something from his eyes, but the result told her that this was not a premeditated fraud, and that Roland’s exposure to the things he had discovered was only a source of God’s exposure. In a coincidence, such a coincidence happens all the time and does not have much impact on the situation. As the trump card in the hands of the ethnic group, the high-level is more likely to hope that human beings will see the miracle created by this magic. After all, even if they witnessed its existence in advance, it will only increase the fear and despair of the enemy.

But Vakiris thought more.

The God of God should have been the ultimate weapon against the heavens and the sea, but now it suddenly appears on the Western Line. This can only explain one thing.

The battle on the Western Front has reached a point where it is difficult.

If this is not the case, the king will never agree to use the **** of God to deal with humanity.

This is a logical dead chain.

Only when the West Line suffers a great defeat, the high-level will use the **** of God to restore the situation. It is for this reason that the witch has the opportunity to bump into the **** of God. This means that the text messages sent by Roland before are true. Disguise proves the sincerity of the other party.

Unless Roland heard the existence of the **** of God from other Maharajas.

However, this possibility is very small. If other Maharajas are willing to cooperate, there is no need for him to come to himself to play this scene.

The inner pain caused Wakiris to clench his fists.

Reasonable makes her unable to deceive herself.

Her feet seemed to fall on the edge of the cliff, and there was only one wooden bridge in front, and the feeling of resistance almost engulfed her. Just as the overwhelming pressure is about to overwhelm her, the scene of Fiji’s chilling disappointment suddenly comes to mind.

At the time, across the conference room door, she clearly heard the rebuttal of the other party.

"Fearing a terrible future and giving up is just a slap in the face. Even if we end up failing, it is all done!"

Not counting everything... Going forward...

Wajilis stared at Roland for a long time and then closed her eyes.

"What you see is the **** of God." She repeated, "That is the trump card prepared by the ethnic group for the heavens and the sea, and it is also the absorption of the inheritance of the underground civilization. As early as hundreds of years ago, I The family has the idea of ​​getting rid of life, that is, your so-called red fog restriction. The most direct solution is to let the birth tower that produces red fog move freely, but it is also the most difficult to achieve. The tower is already difficult enough, not to mention the stone veins below the bottom of the tower."

"Until the mask is fully mastering the magical technology of the underground civilization, and on this basis, the program has ushered in a glimmer of light. I don't know how the specific changes will be realized, but its essence. It is to transform the tower of birth into a huge magical core, and to improve the core ability. As long as the magic is abundant, the wide-ranging phenomenon caused by it is not too much compared with the miracle. Therefore, Wang Cai gave it The name God made God."

Wakiris took the step.