binary dead train

Chapter 589 Times have changed
"Dear priest, can you hear me?"

"This is... the 'Parliamentary Mouthpiece'?"

Heavy boots stepped on the blood-soaked carpet, and the voice of Duke Cholera was coming from the strange machine in Ansel's hands.

This is a mechanical device made up of gears and circuits. Its energy comes from the user's own blood, which is fed into it through needles and hoses.

This is not the first time Ansel has seen the bloodthirsty technology, but with such a reduced design, it only needs to be held and supplied with a little blood to achieve long-distance mutual communication. There are similar things, but rune silver products are all heavy and bulky.

Apparently, the bloodthirsty man has already secretly developed a technology far beyond the hunter's workshop, whether it's the instrument in his hand or this labyrinthine dungeon.

"It's very convenient, isn't it? It can maintain the timeliness of information to the greatest extent. It is very useful whether it is giving orders or receiving messages from afar. One day, this means of communication will become the mainstream of this world. But unfortunately, with our With the current technology, the output of this thing is still low, and it even has high requirements on the blood energy of the user. That's why it is called the 'Elder's Mouthpiece'. Ordinary bloodthirsty people do not have the right to enjoy it. Are you The first human to use it."

"You don't give this thing to me just to show off your technology, right?" Ansel said blankly, "Or should I feel honored and praise your generosity?"

"That's unnecessary. From my point of view, you are a human being who has the same qualifications as me... Hehe."

Through the instrument connected by blood vessels, Ansel seemed to be able to see the dark smile of Duke Cholera.

"Please continue with your mission, Father."

Putting the mouthpiece in his pocket, Ansel walked among the bookshelves, stepping on puddles of dried blood with steady steps.When he turned the corner with a posture ready to go, his face was startled.

Mixed with a strong smell of burnt blood, there are also pale bodies with burnt wounds scattered around, and white thick paste covering the entire corridor.

"It smells like rune silver, but it smells more of blood... These traces don't look like they were left by the battle between hunters and bloodthirsty ones. It's weird, but what's certain is..."

He took out the "mouthpiece" again:
"The Lord Mu is dead."

It was not until a while later that the voice of Duke Cholera came: "This is not a lame joke, is it?"

"He's all over the place now, as if he was blown to pieces by something..."

"... Self-destruction." Duke Cholera's voice sank an octave, "He detonated himself, this is impossible... Son of Cain..."

As if realizing something, his voice suddenly stopped, but the syllable was keenly captured by Ansel:
"Cain what?"

"Just a slip of the tongue. Forget those phrases, Father."

Duke Cholera's voice seemed to have returned to calm: "It's a shame that I underestimated that hunter, poor border prince...Father, are you sure you don't have any more information you want to tell me?"

It seems that the doctor next to Quinn is of special value to these vampires...

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and Ansel's eyes flickered:

"I'm sure not. If you think there is something wrong with the information I provided to you, it means that the Hunter's Guild doesn't completely trust me." Father Harvest's eyes flickered, and he paused, "You want Kui Is that kid next to Yin, I can go to him in person, you know my advantage..."

"No, continue with your mission and deal with those werewolves making trouble."

"I'd be happy to follow your orders, but are you sure you want me to kill a few little werewolves instead of the more valuable... Doctor Gray Fox?"

"I said, continue with your mission!"

Duke Cholera's voice was unquestionable, but Father Harvest curled his lips.

"……as you wish."

It seems that someone is in a hurry.

Although he didn't know why the bloodthirsty wanted the hunter named Gray Fox so much, but now it seemed that the new hunter who was protected by Quinn did have some secrets, at least he was far stronger than he looked.

In this way, even if it cannot play an active role in my plan, it is still a powerful hunter that is beneficial to mankind.After all, the monster Mu Jue cannot be dealt with casually... and so on.

As if thinking of something, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Judging from the traces, this battle has been going on for some time, which means that the hunter named Gray Fox has already killed Mu Jue and left. In other words, he was the hunter who eavesdropped just now... This is not good.

Father Harvest's complexion sank suddenly, sparks clanged on the hunting gear, the heavy sickle was dragged upside down in his hand, and his eyes flickered.

It's okay if it's just an ordinary hunter, but the gray fox...

... No, the current situation has no room to explain to these colleagues, and I have not yet gained the trust of Duke Cholera... Anyway, I have to continue.

"I can only kill a few werewolves to vent my anger..."

The boots were stepped out heavily, and the muffled sound of the heavy soles colliding with the carpet echoed in the air. Before the old hunter took a second step, the corridor that was affected by the reverberation conveyed a message to him, and the message was extremely subtle. If it wasn't for his experienced hunting experience and unique runes to magnify it infinitely, he wouldn't be able to catch this trace at all.

Someone is approaching, and soon...

coming!

boom--! ! !
Ansel flew back before the wall burst, and the huge scythe on the ground cut through the bright red carpet, leaving a series of sparks on the ground, which were covered by the burst of dust.

And a voice came from the blasted wall:

"Grandma's... this thing is so powerful, where did you get it?"

This voice is... the head wolf of the Bloodclaw Clan? !
Ansel's squinted eyes penetrated the dust that filled the corridor, a group of werewolves of strange shapes poured out from the bursting wall, and the strong werewolf who was supported in the middle was the leader of the Bloodclaw clan who was supposed to be imprisoned here: Horqin .

"We'll explain it to you later, but for now we have to get out of here."

The steel claws made a bigger opening in the wall, and Cornell, who was in full armor, stepped out quickly, the smoke from the artillery behind him was still there, when his eyes covered with red-dot goggles swept to the end of the corridor full of dust, He was taken aback.

"Okay, I don't want to stay in this horrible place for a second, but after you go out, you have to give me a whole... Did you listen to me? Hey, Cornell? Kang..."

Following the line of sight of Cornell and other werewolves, Kerqin saw Father Harvest, who was exposed after the dust dispersed, and a silver light flashed across the murderous scythe.

For a while, the atmosphere seemed to become delicate.

Cornell naturally knew Father Harvest, but the sudden appearance of the other party made him not sure whether it was an enemy or a friend. He only knew that this vicious safari belonged to the same team as that one, but that one did not mention it. Too much information about the other party...

As for the group of laughing werewolves who suddenly appeared, half of Ansel's face was sunk in the shadows, until a pair of orange eyes lit up from the darkness, as if a bottle of potion had been swallowed, and Rune on the back of his hand The rune burns violently:
"It is your misfortune to meet a safari."

Keng——The silver light of the sickle flickered, and he took a step:

"My method of handling prey has always been clean and neat, and you will not feel any pain..."

ka ka ka-

Countless machines collided and assembled, and dense guns spread out from the werewolf. Father Fengshou's expression froze in the air instantly, and his legs suddenly became heavy after walking two steps.

"I suddenly felt that it was God's will for you all to appear here. The wolves should also be a vital part of the fight against the tyranny of the Bloodthirsty Ruler..."

"Boys..."

Cornell raised his head slightly, and the tip of his tongue lightly swept over the steel armor's sharp teeth. A dozen dense laser red dots illuminated Ansel's face red on the spot:
"Fire."

boom--! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)