Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Parliament Nierbalien has said that there will be problems with excessive intake."

"Ha. What if there is a problem? It's not good for a world like this to not have fun. Who knows if we will die on the battlefield in the next war."

Lost bit off the cork with his mouth and gulped a few mouthfuls, showing a satisfied expression.

He clenched his fingers tightly and activated a simple remodeling technique. The shape of a chair was formed behind the tree, and Lost sighed after sitting down.

"Remember that not long ago, there were only wars and fights for status in our lives. Now not only can we lie here leisurely, but we can also enjoy such wonderful things, with power flowing in our blood. That one The young lady president, indeed made a good decision."

He took another sip and held the wooden bottle high.

"Praise the god of disaster!"

"You drink too much... Well, although I'm not qualified to teach you a lesson."

Senman glanced at the "re-diluted blood" he didn't have much left.

"Make up for wounds, increase strength, and bring joy. Although the name "Tainted Blood" is not pleasant, it is indeed a rare treasure.I heard that the nobles of the upper class have become similar to the Nightmare because of a large amount of intake? "

The specific case is the deputy commander of the former "President of Parliament" Xinke Nierbalen. He is about to lose his human form and become some kind of amorphous, multi-purpose creature.

Hearing this, Lost waved his hand indifferently: "Anything is alright? Isn't it a joy to be able to become the powerful appearance of the Nightmare Lords?"

Senman thought about it for a while and agreed.

"It makes sense. Damn noble, I really want to be a noble..."

"The President of Nierbalen is leaving this time for the next war of Lord God of Disaster, with our old enemy goblin. As long as we can make a contribution in the war and kill more skunks for Lord God of Disaster, sooner or later, will become nobles."

Lost smiled.

"At that time, the "dirty blood" will not be finished no matter how much you drink. "

He wasn't the only one who thought so.

Under the current rule of the god of catastrophe, the elves, most of the soldiers who joined the army have this idea.

In the past, entertainment was poor, and there was only fighting and status for delusions. Now, with these "stained blood", the spiritual sustenance of the soldiers has obviously undergone a huge shift.

"I hope we can survive the next war..." Senman sighed and touched his dry blonde hair.

"By the way, Lost, have you had any dreams recently?"

"What dream?"

"I don't know how to describe it." Senman frowned: "It's a long, ancient dream, a bottomless ocean, a bottomless curse, a city buried in the abyss of the ocean..."

Senman couldn't describe the feeling.

It's like I'm falling, falling into an unpredictable, unspeakable place.

This feeling intensified with the amount of "Tainted Blood" he absorbed.

"I thought you were going to say something. The god of disaster contains "dream" in the essence, and "stained blood" was bestowed by the god of disaster to President Nierbalen. "

Lost shook the wooden bottle, and his eyes began to wander.

"Probably... that's the reason. I also listened to other soldiers discussing..."

"Put a sober spell on yourself! I don't want to be the only one doing the whole day's work!"

Senman said angrily, and kicked his companion.

But the latter has closed his eyes.

Lethargy - this is also one of the sequelae of ingesting "Tainted Blood", and it is also the most serious one.

The elves of the longevity species rarely need sleep, which indirectly reduces the work efficiency of the elves, causing their manpower to be greatly insufficient.

"You bastard, you still don't have that little ghost in the temple to save trouble!"

Indiscriminately speaking, Senman quickly covered his mouth.

Fortunately, there were only the two of them in this small border area, and no other elves heard this disrespectful remark.

The god species in the shrine - "The God of Suspicion" Fanlou.

Senman is also occasionally mentioned by his superiors. The only definite ally of the "God of Disaster" Rope, the protector and ruler of the orc race, possesses the terrifying power to create anything at will.

If your disrespectful remarks are heard by the gods, it will be bad...

"However, it is unlikely that you will notice it, a low-level soldier like me..."

Comforting himself, Senman looked at the barren land in the distance and picked up the wooden bottle in his hand.

The smoke of the corpse surging in the clouds, as if it was about to fall "snow", made the horizon a little blurry, and even countless snowflake-like dots appeared.

Come to an end, this desperate world.

As long as the god of disaster wins...

Senman's thoughts stagnated at this moment, the wooden bottle in his hand fell to the ground, blood spilled out, and his eyes were instantly replaced by the rainbow of the spell.

It was a spell that could increase eyesight and see through fog.

"Ex-Machina..."

It wasn't a small dot of a corpse, it was a piece after piece of robotic humanoids that surpassed Senman's imagination.