The Endless Shuttle

"Chairman Nilvalen said that excessive intake will cause problems."

"Ha. So what if there are problems? In such a world, it is impossible not to enjoy yourself in time. Who knows if we will die on the battlefield in the next war."

Lost bit the cork with his mouth and took a few gulps, showing a satisfied expression.

He clenched his five fingers tightly, activated a simple reshaping technique, and the shape of a chair was formed behind the trees. Lost sat down and then sighed.

"I remember that not long ago, our lives were only fighting and fighting for status. Now we can not only lie here leisurely, but also enjoy such wonderful things. The power flows in the blood. That person The young lady of the parliament has indeed made a good decision."

He took another sip and lifted the wooden bottle high.

"Praise, Lord God of Disaster!"

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

Senman took a look at the "re-diluted dirty blood" that he didn't have much left.

"Heal wounds, increase strength, and bring joy. Although the name "Tainted Blood" does not sound good, it is indeed a rare treasure. I heard that the nobles of the upper class turned into nightmare-like creatures because of ingesting a large amount of them? "

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

Hearing this, Lost waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter what kind of thing is it? Isn't it something to be happy to be able to become a powerful figure of the Nightmare Lords?"

Senman thought for a while, deeply convinced.

"That makes sense. You hateful nobleman, I really want to be a nobleman..."

"Chairman Nilvalen's departure this time is for the Lord God of Disaster's next war, with our old enemy goblins. As long as we can make meritorious service in the war and kill more skunks for the Lord God of Disaster, sooner or later And become aristocrats."

Lost smiled.

"At that time, the 'filthy blood' can't be drunk no matter how much you drink. "

He wasn't alone in thinking so.

In the elves under the current rule of the God of Disaster, most of the soldiers who joined the army have such thoughts.

In the past, entertainment was poor, and only fighting and status could be delusional. Now that there is such "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 blond 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 constantly falling, falling to an unpredictable and indescribable place.

This feeling intensified with the amount of "tainted blood" he absorbed.

"I thought you were going to say something. The essence of the God of Disaster contains "dreams", and "tainted blood" was bestowed by the God of Disaster to Chairman Nilvalen. "

Lost shook the wooden bottle, his eyes began to slacken.

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

"Place lucid spells on yourself! I don't want to be the only one doing the work all day!"

Senman said angrily, and kicked his companion.

But the latter has closed his eyes.

Drowsiness - 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, and makes their manpower greatly insufficient.

"You bastard, you are not as easy as that little ghost in the temple!"

Senman quickly covered his mouth after uttering impolite words.

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 temple - "God of Suspicion" Fanlou.

Senman also heard his superiors occasionally mention it. "The God of Disaster" Rope's only sure ally, the protector and ruler of the orcs, has the terrifying power to create everything at will.

It would be terrible if my disrespectful words were heard by the gods...

"However, it's impossible to 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 spirit skeleton surged in the clouds, as if "snow" was about to fall, making the horizon somewhat blurred, and even countless small snowflake-like dots appeared.

Come to an end, this hopeless world.

As long as the God of Disaster wins...

Senman's thinking 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-Machinas..."

Those were not small dots of spirit skeletons, but piece after piece, mechanical figures beyond Senman's imagination.

Ingesting elves as motivation, they will only passively fight, and are listed as a terrible group of "untouchable races". Senman used to serve on the Grass Dome, so he was lucky enough to see a team of Ex-Machinas.

The direction of this flight...is the capital?

Why would the Ex-Machinas...

"Hey, get up quickly, something serious happened!"

Senman kicked his companion violently, and at the same time crushed the ring of the alarm spell. 0

"Well... what's going on..." Lost rubbed his eyes: "I'm still listening to the sound of dripping water, it's a very intoxicating sound..."

"Ex-Machina! It's Ex-Machina! I'm going to activate the city defense technique, and you immediately notify the commander of Wang Ye's fleet! The posture of these iron blocks doesn't look like they are usually "passing by"! "

Senman roared loudly, and leaped onto the trunk of the towering tree with the help of his body strengthened by "Foul Blood".

Lost woke up instantly, and saw the large army of Ex-Machina as dense as a thundercloud.

"The sudden attack... really picked a good time, and it happened when the chairman of the Nilvalen Council and the nightmarish adults were away."