Enforcer's Handbook

The commander of the First Legion threw Night Heron to one side. The reason why he grabbed the latter was just because he felt that her telepathy was still effective before he found the true body of Heliface.

And Purgatory finally revealed his true appearance in front of them.

Wherever Hellface passed, a mouth-like crack appeared on the ground, and wriggling tentacles covered with barbs emerged from the mouth one after another. A forest of tentacles formed on the road.

This seemed to remind them that if they wanted to catch up with Helifaith, they first needed to pass the test from Purgatory.

The scene in front of him made the commander of the First Army more firm in his guess.

The special physique of Heliphis was not a gift, but the seeds planted by that consciousness in her body, in order to bear the fruit of the Lunar Eclipse Sect in the future.

The wriggling tentacles could not stop his pace. The kinetic chain saw linked to the exoskeleton armor made a sharp scream. The jet device behind him pushed him into this dangerous forest. He had faced countless dangerous scenes, and there were no monsters. Can stop him in his tracks.

However, the behavior of the commander of the First Army was a different story in Song Lan's eyes.

After he yelled Don't go, this is a trap! he threw Ye Heron back hard, causing her to fall onto the hot sand hill. Before Ye Heron could get up, he became angry. With a shout, he used the propulsion device to eject himself, wielding the kinetic chain saw and bravely... fighting with the air.

Song Lan originally thought that the commander of the First Army must be crazy, but judging from the way he fought, he seemed to be very methodical in his madness.

At least the commander of the First Army did not forget the experience he had accumulated in countless battles and dealt with the enemies in front of him in an orderly manner. His actions even allowed Song Lan to vaguely guess the enemy he was facing at the moment - the wriggling tentacles. Or something like a tree of flesh and blood.

This completely confused him.

Is there something wrong with me?

He pointed to the empty glowing sea in front of him and asked Lu Xiang for help.

It's not your problem. Lu Xiang shook his head, There is nothing in front of you.

No, no!

At this time, Night Heron, who was holding her buttocks, crawled up in pain. She said, Didn't you see? Flowers grew where the Archbishop walked!

The church biography is right, this is clearly a gift of fate.

To be able to give birth to new life in this land that represents dilapidation and death is clearly a miracle!

She excitedly pointed to the road paved with beautiful flowers. The radiance caused by radiation seemed to be absorbed by the plants. They were really purifying the land, just as the Archbishop promised.

The archbishop said that she will eventually save all people's souls from this land full of suffering, so that they can return to the embrace of Father God.

So the behavior of the commander of the First Army made her both confused and angry - he was waving the kinetic chain saw in his hand, destroying the miracles created by the Archbishop. After he destroyed the vegetation, radiation emerged again. come out.

That tin can is crazy!

She accused the commander of the First Corps of atrocities.

The discussion behind him could not stop the First Legion Commander from advancing at all. He gradually mastered the rhythm of the battle. These paper tiger-like tentacles could not hurt him at all. What he had to do now was to fight his way out of this purgatory.

The two completely different descriptions made Song Lan fall into deep thought.

He felt that he had encountered a future version of the pony crossing the river problem. The different scenes seen by the commander of the First Army and Night Heron seemed to be caused by their different beliefs and inner thoughts at the moment.

The road ahead did not change at all for him and Lu Xiang, who were just passers-by.

However, he did notice that every time the commander of the First Army wielded the chain saw, the eyes growing behind his exoskeleton armor became more closely connected with him. Those granulations like blood vessels were spreading to other parts at a slow speed, and He seemed oblivious to this.

Song Lan did not dare to arbitrarily conclude that both the commander of the First Army and Ye Lu were crazy.

Because being a layman or an atheist is also a position in itself, this at best can only mean that the road ahead will change accordingly based on different identities and beliefs.

In order to prove that he was awake, Ye Heron once again walked on this road full of flowers without hesitation.

She was in a happy mood and her bouncing appearance was in sharp contrast to the bloody battle of the First Army Commander.

For Song Lan, the road ahead is still hot. He must use spiritual energy as a barrier to protect himself and Lu Xiang in order to survive this place full of radiation pollution.

Although the methods are different, their purpose remains the same.

The Archbishop is ahead.

Everyone is following the shadow that is holding a toy doll in its hands and moving towards the other side of the luminous sea. In the process, her body is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and time is passing by accelerating. Gradually she grew up from a little girl.

She put on a decent rescue team uniform and looked like a real angel in this radiation-filled purgatory.

Not long after, they came to the end of the road.

The commander of the First Army and Ye Lu stopped at the same time, and their eyes reflected completely different scenes.

The commander of the First Army adjusted his equipment slightly tiredly. The huge pit in front seemed to be the truth of this world. A figure who could only vaguely recognize the outline of a human stood in the deepest part of the pit. In her hand, she held a symbol representing the supreme power. The scepter of power, her height skyrocketed to nearly five meters after the mutation. Her face had no facial features, only a crack that opened from the center, as if it was about to swallow the whole world into her belly.

Even the ground beneath her feet had mutated, and those tortured souls surrounded her in the center, forming a natural altar.

The advancing figure finally walked towards the monster and overlapped with her.

Look, I didn't lie to you guys!

Yelu excitedly pointed at Hellface, which was surrounded by flowers and green shades. She couldn't wait for Song Lan and Lu Xiang to see the archbishop bathed in miracles. She believed that anyone who saw this scene would immediately It is believed that the archbishop is the messenger of the moon god.

Wearing a holy white robe, she was bathed in the divine light. The scepter in her hand could bring life and hope to this barren land.

But in Song Lan's eyes...

That was Helifaith, the Archbishop of the Lunar Eclipse Cult, who looked no different from the illustrations in the teachings.

She just stood there calmly, waiting for the participants of this festival to come to her.

The two figures overlapped, and Hriphis was watching them.

Welcome to the end of the world.

The ethereal voice reached their ears.

There's a bit of a lag today, so I'll adjust the day between updates, sorry!

Small Theater Eighty-Four:

It’s Friday, a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, at noon.

Song Lan felt that the longest road she had ever walked was Lu Xiang's routine. She first used the counterintelligence department to spread rumors, and then acted as a savior to get him out of trouble when he was at the end of his rope.

But these are all appearances, he is just going from one predicament to another.

Just like now, he had to live in the same room with Lu Xiang, a man and a woman alone.

Minister Lu, it's working time now, this is not good.

What did I do?

Lu Xiang looked at Song Lan with a smile, I just want to discuss tea art with you. After all, they all say that no one understands life better than you... This is the tea I bought from someone. It is said to be good for beauty and health. It has very good effects on keeping fit.”

With that said, she handed the exquisite tea cup to Song Lan, and the cup exuded a sweet aroma.

For some reason, the voice of Mr. Song, it's time to drink tea suddenly appeared in Song Lan's mind.

What, do you want me to feed you?

Lu Xiang's smile grew even wider.

……I will do it myself.

Song Lan looked at the wolfberries floating on the tea and showed an expression of resignation.

Lu Xiang’s heart is known to everyone on the road!