Call of Eschatology

"What about Gur ..."

No. 3 smiled and looked at the little ancient demon who was less than one year old under his feet, and slowly raised his lips, seemingly encountering something interesting.

Gour, however, was unaware of the strange "uncle" in front of him. He quickly tore off the outer skin of the chocolate, and gorgedly ate this strange chocolate. The chewing spread far away, but it attracted a lot of monsters. look.

However, these ancient demons did not drop the price to grab the snacks of children.

It wasn't until Gul had eaten the chocolate that he gently bowed to No. 3, then moved his footsteps and disappeared into the distance in a blink of an eye.

"Don't even say thank you, really ..."

The smile on No. 3 didn't change, just a slight utterance.

The little ancient demon who is less than one year old can have three levels of strength, and the things revealed in it are not so simple.

However, this has nothing to do with No. 3, he just left this issue behind him and then went inside the concentration camp.

...

An underground warehouse that can barely accommodate 10,000 people has crowded out 5,000 people. Although the space is not crowded, the site that each ancient demon can get is indeed limited.

An ancient demon, a space for a single tent, nothing more.

No. 3 strolled in the small underground warehouse, and found his tent for a moment. He got into the tent and simply threw his tattered luggage into the corner of the tent. fluctuation.

"No. 3 is in place, but I still want to ask, No. 1, what do you mean by transferring me to this concentration camp?"

Soon, No. 1 response was returned from a distant place.

"Just because you're boring, I asked you to do something and help me keep an eye on Marques, don't cause him to doubt, don't let people disturb Marquez's little hobby, the rest ... night I'll let Ray send things over, and you invade Marquez's soul core to see if he is in the same condition as Ray. "

At the end, No. 1 solemnly exhorted him.

"Don't be killed, Ray and Marquez, but the only successful experimental body that remains today. If the two of them are gone, the progress of cracking the human-human conversion technology will be long enough to let us collapse. Degree."

"Okay ..."

Listening to No. 1's broken thoughts, No. 3 poked his lips and decisively suspended the spiritual link.

The number three is naturally Wenyu's third avatar—the one who stays idle in the layered battlefield.

In view of the specificity of Lei and Marquez's identity, on the one hand, Wenyu imposed a monitoring ban on Lei, but there should be no problems with Lei.

On the other hand, Marquez also needs some monitoring-at least, Wenyu needs to ensure that Marquez's little hobby will not make too much noise and cause any trouble, and he also needs to ensure that no Someone who knew the inside story spotted Marquez's little tricks, and then came and played to clear the rebellion.

Keeping Marquez, of course, Wenyu and Lei made a good agreement in advance-this does not need to be underestimated.

What Wenyu has is to completely analyze him inside and out without the knowledge of Marquez, plus the absoluteness of the two samples of Ray and Marquez. Wenyu thinks that instead of marx Tied back to the laboratory, it is better to let Marquez maintain the status quo. In this way, Marquez can more "coordinate" to help Wenyu complete the analysis of the successful samples.

What triggered this was the dispatch of No. 3.

He took the initiative to change into a third-level ancient demon, and successfully sneaked into this small concentration camp established by Marquez through the hand of Thunder.

With Wenyu's strength, it is absolutely impossible for such an operation to make any difference.

...

Wenyu No. 3 was extremely bored. After sitting in the tent for a while, he got out of the tent.

He wandered aimlessly in the concentration camp. It was not until dinner time that he saw Ray and Marquez again.

The two stood one after the other in the most impressive position of the underground warehouse, and then Marquez rummaged for the space ring. A moment later, a lot of food appeared on the open space in front of the two.

"Seven days of supply, please allocate it yourself."

Marquez said something salty and then turned away before leaving, but Ray looked at Marcus so carelessly and frowned slightly.

"Everyone, let's live here temporarily for a while. When the storm above is calm, we will find a way to put you in a place where there is peace and no outside risk."

"We still have hope ..."

"Okay, you tell them so much."

"Marques, you saved them, that's your responsibility."

"Xing Xing Xing ... Eat and drink and ..."

They whispered, and almost did not make Wenyu laugh. He looked at the impatient Marks and the thunderous thunder, and could not help shaking his head gently.

Marquez, who seems to be "loving and righteous, gathers refugees", is just a "ruthless child" with no emotion. This person is cruel, willful, wanton, and unbearable for reuse.

It's Ray, if he didn't act in front of Wenyu, this guy would be a "good guy" in a general sense.

The state of the two is somewhat similar to the previous Wenyu and Tang Haofei, and the strange bond between the two is naturally not clear.

While Wenyu was thinking about this, a small hand touched Wenyu's knee gently, and Wenyu slowly turned his head, and saw countless large long legs, looking a bit pitiful Gul.

"He didn't really want to help us, did he?"

Numerous long legs squeezed Gul sweating, Wenyu saw this, gently lifted Gul, and then whispered.

"It's not important whether it's true or not. What's important is that he did it, and he did help us."

Regardless of the original intention, just look at the results.

This is Wen Yu's argument for most things.

Instead, Gul gave a slight pout, and seemed dissatisfied with Wen Yu's answer. With a little effort, he broke away from Wen Yu's embrace, and then the figure flickered and disappeared.

Seeing this, Wenyu just shrugged, then turned around and walked back to his tent.

Until the moonlight grows darker.

...

The murmur sounded in the dim underground warehouse, and the lights were dim.

Until a breeze passed, following Wenyu's tent, he went straight to Ray and Marquez's tent.

Then, a slight wave of power began to emerge, and it wasn't until Neri Marquez's breathing was completely smooth that Wen Yufang opened the tent and walked into it.

"grown ups."

Lei saw Wen Yu's figure and immediately got up from the bed and said to Wen Yu.