Gewu is still on his way back to the fishing village stronghold.
"The magic field is rotating! A million fucking horses!!!" Someone roared in a hidden underground facility in the west of the continent.
"Kouya! Mr. Zeyi is really brave and invincible! Such power! No one in this world can stop it!"
"Absolutely no one can stop it!" < /p>
"One person can destroy the whole world of tmd!"
All the members of the cult were full of praise for the high priest in the center of the square.
The man who made the roar punched the rock in front of him, making a huge noise and the whole place fell silent.
There was a clicking sound, and dense spider web-like cracks began to appear on the three-person-high boulder starting from the boxing point.
The next second, the boulder that could still maintain its status quo cracked directly and turned into small rocks with sharp edges. The stones fell pattering down, and when they touched the ground, they immediately turned into dust and floated up one after another.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"
"Powerful! Powerful!"
"We respect you, Mr. Zeyi "Yeah!"
The believers who had been silent just now burst into cheers like a roaring tsunami.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ze Yi moved his right arm that he had just punched, and he felt no discomfort. A series of transmission rods on Ze Yi's right arm also move with Ze Yi's movements.
The staff of the cult’s R&D department sacrificed their hair and sleep quality to create a different-world magical version of the exoskeleton armor, which was also enhanced with the dragon’s blood of the wizard.
A side effect of such powerful power is that the flow of magic power passes through the user's body, if we understand it from the earth's perspective.
It means that when a strong electric device is used, the human body needs to be used as a capacitor, resistor, and inductor.
Even large organizations like the Divine Religion that dig deep into technology are helpless.
As a result, these powerful exoskeletons have become equipment that can only be controlled by ruthless people with qualified physical fitness, and cannot be mass-produced at all.
As one of the high priests of the cult, Zeyi is responsible for managing external affairs and is one of the physically qualified personnel. Incidentally, he is also the only tester of this exoskeleton.
In Zeyi’s words, “I am the high priest, and everything must be directed at me. Moreover, I am immortal, and my physical strength is not comparable to that of you rotten fish and shrimps. I'll get out of the way!"
The test results were a great success as expected.
The R&D department of the cult named this exoskeleton "Mark I Beta", but a group of believers thought it was unacceptable and gave it a more earthy name called "Iron Fist".
So the name of this equipmentIt became "Tekken Mark I". The entire cult has high hopes for this equipment.
Even if only one out of a hundred people with qualified physiques is chosen, that would be a huge improvement in combat power. Because the exoskeleton can be installed on more than just the right hand, the cult's R&D department plans to develop an exoskeleton armor, or a small mecha, that provides full-body protection and limb strengthening.
When the time comes, these nearly invincible high-end combat forces can play a decisive role if they are thrown onto the battlefield or some beheading operation is carried out.
Although it is still a blueprint, the Divine Religion has already given this special high-end unit a name, called "Fearless Warrior".
Gowu finally flew back to the small fishing village stronghold.
As soon as Ge Wu landed, he winked at Lot, who was walking over. Lott winked at Ergou next to him.
Ergou nodded, took the sword and went to find Ming Shisan, Ming Yi and Ming Er in an aggressive manner. It looked like he was going to skewer those three people on his two-meter-long tachi and eat them.
However, the divine trio did not ask Ergou to find them, but took the initiative to appear in front of Ge Wu.
As soon as they met, Ming Shisan lay on the ground and said very fast: "Everything is a misunderstanding! There are traitors in the divine religion!"
This sentence made the people who were about to launch an army just a moment ago Ge Wu, who asked the question, was stunned. You didn't even ask me anything, so you just thought of your words, right?
Ge Wu said coldly: "Traitor? Do you think I will believe you?"
This sentence gave Ming Shisan some hope. It doesn't matter whether he is a real traitor or not. , as long as he says yes, and the divine sect says yes, and Ge Wu kills Qi, then he is!
"It's absolutely true! Our respect and love for High Priest Ze Shishi is as gushing as the river, and we can't even hold it back like diarrhea!" Ming Shisan lowered his head and continued.
"Ah, stop, stop, stop, this is your only chance, help me find Andre and hand over the traitor to me." Ge Wu quickly interrupted the other party's self-evidence. Now talking about diarrhea, etc. What more shocking words can you say next?
"No problem!" Ming Shisan then raised his head and stood up, bowed to Ge Wu and then left with his two subordinates.
Lot came close to Ge Wu and said, "Master Ge Wu, are you going to let him go just like that?"
As soon as these words came out, Ming Shisan's steps froze. , didn't turn around, just stayed there.
"Didn't he say that there are 'traitors' in the cult? I am not a dragon who doesn't know right from wrong, and I have clear targets for revenge." Gawu answered Lot's question.
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"Then I hope this 'traitor' has the qualifications." Lot added.
Ming Shisan continued to take steps, while thinking in his heart: Are you qualified? Anbai is so qualified. People of Baizi generation can do it in the divine religion.For cross-department command, the qualifications must be sufficient.
This is quite suspicious of being lifted high and dropped gently, but Gewu is not without aim.
The premise of all this is that the divine religion can indeed be used now. It will be a great help for the hunting group to achieve independence. There is no such shop after this village.
Then Gawu learned from the dwarf sheriff that the situation was completely about Andre killing the man in black and completely exploding the fish.
Since the heads were all sent away, and Andre hadn’t even scratched off a layer of his bloody skin, the anger in Gewu’s heart was not as strong as it was at the beginning.
After weighing the pros and cons during the flight, I made this choice.
And although Gaowu didn't want to admit it, he did have some doubts about Andre in his heart.
The high priest of the largest cult organization, who is respected by the believers, is a single high-end superman with the actual goal of making the world progress. Just say you're going to retire? Retire when you say retire?
How could he pick it up and take it home by chance?
But the purpose of suspicion is just to find Andre and ask him why. In any case, Andre is the adoptive father who has raised Gawu for three years in this world.
Relying on the principle of not caring about the heart, no matter what purpose Andre had in finding himself, he did devote three years of hard work to himself.
This alone is enough for Gowu to continue to respect Andre.
Even if a person keeps saying he wants to kill you, but his actual actions are to feed you, clothe you, and greet you every day, would you hate him?
At least he probably wouldn't hate it until he actually raised the knife.
Gowu prefers to judge a person based on his actual actions rather than his purpose or rhetoric.
The purpose will change, the rhetoric will change, but only the actions taken will not change.
A dragon in Gewu was lying on the open space in the center of the stronghold, looking at the clouds on the horizon, muttering: "Uncle, what on earth do you want to do."
"Uncle, what do you want to do?" Archimodo looked at Andre in the carriage, who was looking straight ahead, and began to chat without saying a word.
"Hey, did I say you've lived too long? Are you so talkative?" Andre couldn't hold it in any longer. The black-robed mage hadn't stopped talking since he followed him.
The old dwarf’s ears are almost calloused.
"Yes, how do you know that I have lived too long." Archimodo did not feel that Andre was complaining about him at all.
"I want to make the world progress, okay." Andre said his purpose.
"Then why don't you stay in the Cult. You can shine better there." Archimodo continued to ask.
"Because... damn, because of whatDon’t you know everything? Have you lived in vain for so long? "Andre is about to curse, why is this person so talkative.
"We all know that we have to talk, otherwise if we become the Riddler, it will easily lead to information errors. "Akimodo said seriously.
Andre stopped talking, but Ajimodo didn't want to stop talking. He continued: "You want the wheel of history to happen. Offset, right? So many dynasties in the past have developed and collapsed, and the cycle has continued. You who have achieved immortality are not willing to be trapped in this cycle, right? "
Andre glanced at Archimodo and continued to remain silent, but it could be seen from his expression that what Archimodo said was quite different from what he really thought.
"Well, I can give you a little news, and the cycle will be broken this time. "Archimodo whispered to Andre pretending to be mysterious.
Andre raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up. Others told him that the cycle would be broken. He would only feel this. People should see a doctor, but there is no need for this person to see a doctor.
Archimodo cannot be unreasonable, there is definitely some basis for what he said!
"You! How do you know? ! "Andre asked the black-robed mage beside him.
"I've lived a long time and know a lot, can't I? "Archimodo, who just said not to be the Riddler, turned into the Riddler.
Andre's face turned red and yellow, yellow and green, just like the traffic light.
Archimodo laughed twice, waved his hand and continued: "I'm not kidding you anymore, how did you know the specific information about this generation of Bullocks, and how did I know that this cycle will be broken? . ”
“That group of elves that are more mysterious than a cult. "Andre snorted.
"Uncle, your religious cult is the largest officially designated cult of mankind, okay? You still have the nerve to tell others! "Archimodo reminded Andre not to forget his identity.
"Can that be called a cult? How can something that makes the world progress be considered a cult! "Andre was in a good mood and talked more.
Then there was something incomprehensible. Progress must be accompanied by sacrifice. These are just the pain of the times, and other puzzling words.
The road is full of joy.