Chapter 563
Primordial Red
Chapter 563 Primordial Red
Golden Continent, somewhere in the middle.
There is a lush valley, surrounded by countless puppet soldiers, and anyone who tries to get close will encounter overwhelming firepower.
If someone enters the valley, they will be surprised to find that the place full of natural scenery is now riddled with holes, hills have collapsed, and large areas of dense forest have been razed to the ground, leaving only dead wood and a few strands of grass roots occasionally appearing in the field of vision middle.
The valley is close to the outer corner, and a temporary camp is stationed here.
There are a few puppeteers gathered here, but everyone's complexions are not good-looking.
"The strength of the original red is stronger than that recorded in the literature, and we still don't know what its power characteristics are. If it goes on like this, it will only increase the loss." Among them, one is wearing a mask with the number "7" engraved on it. " said the puppeteer.
This symbolizes his identity, the seventh apostle of the God of Ingenuity.
"I said that for a perfect original color, it is best to have more than three apostles acting together, and then cooperate with some powerful magic props to win it. It is really unreasonable for you to rely on the puppet to make a breakthrough and take the task alone. "Beside, a little girl who looked at the powder carving jade said in a childish tone.
The number three is carved on her neck.
But she was not wearing the uniform of an apostle, because she was not the fifth apostle, but her spokesperson, a puppet sent out to supervise and assist.
"It's a done deal, but fortunately we've gained a little bit. The original red was injured, and now he can only play hide-and-seek with us." Said another tall puppet next to it, but its whole body was covered in black cloth.
The seventh apostle was slightly silent, and then said: "I understand, I will take the initiative to apologize after I go back."
"Before that, let's finish the mission." The tall puppet said, its eyes covered by the black cloth turned to the spokesperson puppet of the third apostle.
Seeing this, the seventh apostle also looked together.
"Everyone in the organization has their own tasks now. If they want to help out, are they willing to say something else? Even if they want to come, can you afford to pay?" the little girl puppet asked with its head tilted.
The seventh apostle was silent.
In the organization of puppeteers, the most simple and direct internal resource exchanges needless to say are all kinds of production materials.
And if the apostles owed any favors, then the lions of the other party must have opened their mouths to look at some precious material in each other's pockets.
None of them are lifeblood that I don't want to give away.
But fortunately, the little girl's puppeteer is already considered a less "greedy" person in the organization. As the apostle responsible for coordinating the relationship between the apostles, she will not be embarrassed.
"It's okay, I mentioned this to those people, and they are willing to help." The little girl said.
"Those people... Are there any problems?" The Seventh Apostle was a little worried.
"With us here watching, if something goes wrong, it can only be our problem." The little girl said frankly.
"What do they want?" the tall puppet asked.
"They placed a few more orders for puppet soldiers." The little girl replied.
"That's it?" The seventh apostle frowned under the mask.
Each of the elite puppet soldiers has a combat power comparable to that of the middle and upper ranks of all kinds, which is indeed very good, and the relative value is not bad. The mass sale is a good transaction income for the organization.
However, compared to this, their task is to capture the original nine colors!
Comparing the order of puppet soldiers with the original Nine Colors, it was like giving help for nothing.
Those people are insidious and cunning, what good intentions do they have?
The little girl said: "They didn't even bargain with me, and I'm more curious about what they want to do with such generosity."
"Who did they send?" the Gundam figure asked.
"It's not stated."
"It's not those familiar people. It seems that the problem lies in the people they want to come." The tall puppet said.
"So bold and generous to accept the task of capturing the original red, the person we sent is not a familiar face we have seen in the previous cooperation, so this new member may be very strong, and they want to use this to show us what they are now power." The Seventh Apostle guessed.
"It's really bold, even a bit rampant, and it doesn't match their previous style. Has something happened to them recently?" the tall puppet asked.
Discussed it, but got only shallow guesses.
The little girl clapped her hands and ended the topic: "We can't control other people's internal affairs. Since the other party has a plan in mind, we can accept it."
"That's right, how has the God of Ingenuity ever been afraid of anyone on the mainland?" the tall puppet said in a deep voice.
Just as he was talking, the Seventh Apostle was stunned for a moment, and said, "What should I do if I find traces of Primordial Red?"
At the moment, he was talking about waiting for foreign aid, but the target suddenly appeared. This timing is really unfortunate.
"Where are the coordinates?"
"It's very close to us." The Seventh Apostle shared the location where he noticed the trace.
"This is an opportunity." The tall puppet said.
The seventh apostle looked at the girl.
"You are the person in charge here." The little girl did not answer, but said so.
The seventh apostle didn't hesitate when he heard the words, and directly issued orders: "Move out and capture the original red."
The puppeteers who obeyed their orders moved together, the surrounding mountains and forests began to turmoil, and all kinds of puppets began to move.
"You two, come with me." The seventh apostle stood up and said.
The little girl and the tall doll didn't speak, they turned and left the camp.
With just a slightly missing tail, he was instantly surrounded by a large number of puppets.
The anthropomorphic image of the original red is a fair and clean man with bright red hair. His long hair is tied into a small braid and hangs down to his waist. He is wearing a plain black cloth. His dark red eyes make it impossible to see through his thoughts. .
At this time, it sat quietly against a big tree, watching itself calmly surrounded by a large number of puppets.
The puppets confronted Hong quietly, neither of them seemed to intend to take the lead.
But soon, the puppet couldn't bear it anymore.
The overwhelming attacks formed an impenetrable firepower net that enveloped Primordial Red from all directions.
The red face remained calm until its figure was completely engulfed by the firepower.
The next moment, a terrifying breath gushed out.
Whoosh whoosh!
The blood-red beams shot out from where the primordial red was, each of which aimed at each doll with great precision, and easily destroyed these expensive dolls after hitting.
Like a doomsday volcanic eruption, a red beam of light poured down from the sky.
But these light beams will dissipate immediately after destroying the puppet, and will not even affect the plants and trees around the target.
After a while of sweeping, there were only a large number of fragmented parts around, and the surrounding mountains and forests were unaffected except for the temporary damage caused by the dolls' bombardment of the original red.
Primordial Red's attack did not hurt any flowers or plants here.
"It's still the same, it doesn't look like a part of an ancient god, but like a bad guy." The hoarse and accented words sounded.
Yuanyuan Hong turned his head and saw a tall doll with black hair except for the head and a pale face.
It holds a golden broadsword that stings just by looking at it.The number seven is inscribed on the left cheek, marking its affiliation.
"The Seventh Apostle, that's how it's called." Primordial Red spoke slowly, with a melodious and continuous voice, but still masculine.
"Such a long paragraph is too difficult to read, so I'll call you Ah Qi."
(End of this chapter)
Golden Continent, somewhere in the middle.
There is a lush valley, surrounded by countless puppet soldiers, and anyone who tries to get close will encounter overwhelming firepower.
If someone enters the valley, they will be surprised to find that the place full of natural scenery is now riddled with holes, hills have collapsed, and large areas of dense forest have been razed to the ground, leaving only dead wood and a few strands of grass roots occasionally appearing in the field of vision middle.
The valley is close to the outer corner, and a temporary camp is stationed here.
There are a few puppeteers gathered here, but everyone's complexions are not good-looking.
"The strength of the original red is stronger than that recorded in the literature, and we still don't know what its power characteristics are. If it goes on like this, it will only increase the loss." Among them, one is wearing a mask with the number "7" engraved on it. " said the puppeteer.
This symbolizes his identity, the seventh apostle of the God of Ingenuity.
"I said that for a perfect original color, it is best to have more than three apostles acting together, and then cooperate with some powerful magic props to win it. It is really unreasonable for you to rely on the puppet to make a breakthrough and take the task alone. "Beside, a little girl who looked at the powder carving jade said in a childish tone.
The number three is carved on her neck.
But she was not wearing the uniform of an apostle, because she was not the fifth apostle, but her spokesperson, a puppet sent out to supervise and assist.
"It's a done deal, but fortunately we've gained a little bit. The original red was injured, and now he can only play hide-and-seek with us." Said another tall puppet next to it, but its whole body was covered in black cloth.
The seventh apostle was slightly silent, and then said: "I understand, I will take the initiative to apologize after I go back."
"Before that, let's finish the mission." The tall puppet said, its eyes covered by the black cloth turned to the spokesperson puppet of the third apostle.
Seeing this, the seventh apostle also looked together.
"Everyone in the organization has their own tasks now. If they want to help out, are they willing to say something else? Even if they want to come, can you afford to pay?" the little girl puppet asked with its head tilted.
The seventh apostle was silent.
In the organization of puppeteers, the most simple and direct internal resource exchanges needless to say are all kinds of production materials.
And if the apostles owed any favors, then the lions of the other party must have opened their mouths to look at some precious material in each other's pockets.
None of them are lifeblood that I don't want to give away.
But fortunately, the little girl's puppeteer is already considered a less "greedy" person in the organization. As the apostle responsible for coordinating the relationship between the apostles, she will not be embarrassed.
"It's okay, I mentioned this to those people, and they are willing to help." The little girl said.
"Those people... Are there any problems?" The Seventh Apostle was a little worried.
"With us here watching, if something goes wrong, it can only be our problem." The little girl said frankly.
"What do they want?" the tall puppet asked.
"They placed a few more orders for puppet soldiers." The little girl replied.
"That's it?" The seventh apostle frowned under the mask.
Each of the elite puppet soldiers has a combat power comparable to that of the middle and upper ranks of all kinds, which is indeed very good, and the relative value is not bad. The mass sale is a good transaction income for the organization.
However, compared to this, their task is to capture the original nine colors!
Comparing the order of puppet soldiers with the original Nine Colors, it was like giving help for nothing.
Those people are insidious and cunning, what good intentions do they have?
The little girl said: "They didn't even bargain with me, and I'm more curious about what they want to do with such generosity."
"Who did they send?" the Gundam figure asked.
"It's not stated."
"It's not those familiar people. It seems that the problem lies in the people they want to come." The tall puppet said.
"So bold and generous to accept the task of capturing the original red, the person we sent is not a familiar face we have seen in the previous cooperation, so this new member may be very strong, and they want to use this to show us what they are now power." The Seventh Apostle guessed.
"It's really bold, even a bit rampant, and it doesn't match their previous style. Has something happened to them recently?" the tall puppet asked.
Discussed it, but got only shallow guesses.
The little girl clapped her hands and ended the topic: "We can't control other people's internal affairs. Since the other party has a plan in mind, we can accept it."
"That's right, how has the God of Ingenuity ever been afraid of anyone on the mainland?" the tall puppet said in a deep voice.
Just as he was talking, the Seventh Apostle was stunned for a moment, and said, "What should I do if I find traces of Primordial Red?"
At the moment, he was talking about waiting for foreign aid, but the target suddenly appeared. This timing is really unfortunate.
"Where are the coordinates?"
"It's very close to us." The Seventh Apostle shared the location where he noticed the trace.
"This is an opportunity." The tall puppet said.
The seventh apostle looked at the girl.
"You are the person in charge here." The little girl did not answer, but said so.
The seventh apostle didn't hesitate when he heard the words, and directly issued orders: "Move out and capture the original red."
The puppeteers who obeyed their orders moved together, the surrounding mountains and forests began to turmoil, and all kinds of puppets began to move.
"You two, come with me." The seventh apostle stood up and said.
The little girl and the tall doll didn't speak, they turned and left the camp.
With just a slightly missing tail, he was instantly surrounded by a large number of puppets.
The anthropomorphic image of the original red is a fair and clean man with bright red hair. His long hair is tied into a small braid and hangs down to his waist. He is wearing a plain black cloth. His dark red eyes make it impossible to see through his thoughts. .
At this time, it sat quietly against a big tree, watching itself calmly surrounded by a large number of puppets.
The puppets confronted Hong quietly, neither of them seemed to intend to take the lead.
But soon, the puppet couldn't bear it anymore.
The overwhelming attacks formed an impenetrable firepower net that enveloped Primordial Red from all directions.
The red face remained calm until its figure was completely engulfed by the firepower.
The next moment, a terrifying breath gushed out.
Whoosh whoosh!
The blood-red beams shot out from where the primordial red was, each of which aimed at each doll with great precision, and easily destroyed these expensive dolls after hitting.
Like a doomsday volcanic eruption, a red beam of light poured down from the sky.
But these light beams will dissipate immediately after destroying the puppet, and will not even affect the plants and trees around the target.
After a while of sweeping, there were only a large number of fragmented parts around, and the surrounding mountains and forests were unaffected except for the temporary damage caused by the dolls' bombardment of the original red.
Primordial Red's attack did not hurt any flowers or plants here.
"It's still the same, it doesn't look like a part of an ancient god, but like a bad guy." The hoarse and accented words sounded.
Yuanyuan Hong turned his head and saw a tall doll with black hair except for the head and a pale face.
It holds a golden broadsword that stings just by looking at it.The number seven is inscribed on the left cheek, marking its affiliation.
"The Seventh Apostle, that's how it's called." Primordial Red spoke slowly, with a melodious and continuous voice, but still masculine.
"Such a long paragraph is too difficult to read, so I'll call you Ah Qi."
(End of this chapter)