People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 576: Sakota has no human rights in Londinium

Arturo was not exactly panicked.

In fact, except for the time when she tried her best to explore Qi Yan's inner world, she rarely felt any changes in her emotions.

But at this moment she felt that this was not a good thing.

Because her companion, the crazy Sarkaz, started to go crazy again. At this time, maybe she should rush forward to protect her companion like in the storybook, or give her companion a personality correction punch.

But Arturo did nothing, not even trying to persuade W to leave.

They are already young animals caught in a trap, and there is nothing they can do except wait for the hunter to deal with them.

"Tracy, she hates you."

Theresa whispered, "This child, she was once a member of the Tower of Babel."

"Ah."

Tracy responded softly and continued to stare at W coldly.

He is thinking about something.

Just as W was about to bend down to pick up the Originium Bomb and Tracys' explosion, Tracys took the initiative to speak:

“Babel, or Rhodes Island, you are from Qiyan.

So, what did he ask you to do?

Don't tell me you did this on your own, that would disappoint me. Qi Yan can't even manage his own people."

W did not answer, but picked up the Originium bomb he had dropped by mistake, and aimed at Tracys with anger in his eyes.

But facing W's crazy behavior, Tracy did not take any action, and neither did Theresa.

W just held the Originium Bomb in his hand and stopped at the point of throwing it out. He clenched his teeth tightly and struggled internally.

Arturo tilted his head and considered.

Judging from the current situation, Tracys must be aiming at W who is trying to kill him, so during this opportunity, she can call out Qi Yan's name.

That means her life is safe.

Arturo raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Sarkaz, why don't you take action? You must be very angry." She said maliciously.

W: “…”

"Sakota, you have no right to speak here."

Tresis suddenly said, "Perhaps Qi Yan gave you the confidence to come to Londinium during this period, but I also have the confidence to twist your head off before Qi Yan shows up."

Arturo: “…”

Damn, I forgot my identity.

She bowed gracefully to Theresis and stepped aside obediently.

Without looking at Arturo again, Tresis's eyes fell on W again:

"Although my contact with Qi Yan was brief, I could see that he was also planning something. Go back and tell him that even the gods cannot stop this war. I will wait for him here. When he thinks he has arranged everything, he can come to me."

"you……"

W slowly put down his hand and said hatefully, "I won't let you go, Tracy. Sooner or later, I will make you kneel on the ground and confess your crimes to me, and then I will blow your head off with a bomb!"

"Ah."

Tracy still just responded lightly and turned away immediately.

Theresa turned around, but before leaving, she took a serious look at W.

She seemed to want to say something, but considering her current situation, saying those words of comfort to W would probably only make W feel worse.

Theresa's eyes flashed with sadness. She said nothing and followed Theresis into the window, leaving W with an untouchable figure.

W just stood there in a daze, his face, which usually had a crazy smile on it, now looked more confused and sad than ever before.

Arturo walked forward and looked into W's empty eyes.

She finally caught the Sarkaz's emotions.

"Let's go?" Arturo asked.

"Where are you going?" W asked.

"Go find Qi Yan."

"Yes, go find Qi Yan!"

W's heart seemed to be suddenly filled with some emotion again. She turned around and left impatiently: "I want Qi Yan to kill Tracys. No...beat him half to death. I want to blow Tracys' head off with my own hands!"

Arturo followed behind and said with a smile:

"Since Qi Yan has spared Tracy's life, it means he cannot die yet. Your little wish is doomed to fail, but...

Won't you tell me the story between you and that pink-haired Sarkaz?"

"..."

……

……

"Mandela, have you ever heard of the story of the dead coming back to life?"

Qi Yan continued to tell Mandela his own cheesy horror stories without giving up.

Mandela was so annoyed that she covered her soft cat ears, but the sound still came in easily through her other two ears.

Mandela hated his four-channel hearing more than ever.

"Shut your mouth. There's nothing good about resurrecting the dead. I see the leader's abilities every day!" Mandela roared.

"To be honest, the ghost army is called the Army of the Dead in a nice way, but it's just Banana Sister's puppetry in a bad way."

Qi Yan curled his lips and said with disdain: "I seriously suspect that the source of Sister Banana's magic is the witchcraft of the Sarkaz Absolver.

The Pardoner can make the dead retain their memories and come back to life again."

"What did you *Victoria swear* say?" Mandela said angrily, "You are not allowed to insult the leader. How can the leader be mixed up with those dirty things!"

"You hate Sarkaz so much, but aren't your spells imitating the Stonewing Demon?"

"I……"

Mandela's anger stagnated.

"The tomb where you learned Originium skills in your childhood might be related to the Stone Wing Demon."

Mandela's anger gradually turned into horror: "Why do you know this?"

Qi Yan did not answer, but just smiled and said to himself:

"The Sarkaz are truly magical. If you trace back the origins of the magic spells of all races on this land, you can find traces of the Sarkaz.

In this land where scientific research depends entirely on archaeology, only the Sarkaz have a complete history of their race from nothing to something, and of course, a complete history from something to nothing. Their bloodline makes it impossible for them to choose to forget. "

"Do you like Sarkaz so much?" Mandela was a little angry.

"Who doesn't like big sister?" Qi Yan deliberately emphasized the word 'big'.

Mandela wrinkled her nose and selectively ignored Qi Yan's madness.

"If my sense of direction is correct, we should be at the connecting area of ​​the plots ahead." Mandela changed the subject, "Hurry up and destroy this plot of land, then build your nursing home."

Qi Yan shook his head: "Don't worry, wait for the Storm Commandos to rescue the imprisoned Victorian soldiers."

"And 'spy'." Mandela added.

The two continued to move forward, continuing to explore this intricate underground world.

Mandela wasn't against this kind of environment, but she definitely didn't like it at all.

Being here, she always couldn't help but recall her childhood experiences. Because of her identity as a Tara, she was forced to crawl into the sewers to escape.

But as she thought about it, she suddenly felt relieved.

"Those Victorians we met earlier finally experienced what it was like to be forced into sewers to survive."

When Mandela thought of this, a cruel smile appeared on his face:

"Now that I think about it, I don't hate the Sarkaz that much anymore. Do you think something more interesting will happen if I secretly expose their hiding place?"