"Do you think that the Empire's [warriors] who live in the wasteland and deal with death and killing every day will believe in something as illusory as 'making a wish'? Especially now, after this battle eliminates you, the Empire will be able to reconstruct order. Do you think this illusory wish still has value?" Windeck asked in a deep voice.
Then, he strode forNolan, stepped his feet into the petroleum-like viscous liquid, and deliberately loaded the rifle bullets again. With his dull gray left eye, he looked through the sight at Ningyuan's solid chest that was glowing with a blue light.
Belongs to the lost and the careless, belongs to the heart of machines and metal!
"What if the wish you need to make is to 'stay alive'?" Ningyuan suddenly raised the tone of his voice to seven or eight degrees, and said as he picked up the violets that had just "bloomed" and "emerged" from the big bowl with his right hand.
Then, he plucked the violet flowers, threw away the roots, and rubbed them back and forth in his palms for a few times. With the combined surge of light and dark magic power in his body, three different colored, intertwined, dancing flames suddenly appeared in his hands.
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