Chapter 769: Dark line (bottom)

　　 Hannibal?
Guk almost forgot the name and the meaning of the name, but it doesn’t matter. If his memory is correct, this person should be in the distant New California Republic, not here. .
　　 "What is he doing here?"
　　Gook asked.
　　Gegracas sobbed, and under the pressure of great mental force, he could only barely speak.
　　 "He...I don't know...He is eternal...He..."
　　 "This is not a good answer."
　　Gook shook his head.
　　 "Maybe I should have broken you up."
　　 "Bishop... Bishop wants me to warn you!"
　　Grakas pleaded.
"carry on."
　　 "Please"
　　 "Stop it, Mogdrogen."
　　 The shrill subsided.
　　 "He asked you to warn me?"
"Yes……"
　　Gracas sighed.
　　 "Do you mean that kind of warning, or that kind of warning?"
　　The spy of the Wendigo Church shook his head.
　　 "Warning about danger"
　　Guk immediately pulled out his pistol, and Grakas didn't even see the movement.
Before 　　, the huge weapon was still hanging on the giant's waist. After a while, it was held in the iron fist, pointing directly at the head of Grakas.
"Are you crazy?"
　　Gu KeLi asked:
　　 "Are you blind? Look at me! I'm Guk! Conqueror of the sky and the earth! King of Oak! Why do you say these ravings? Danger? Nothing here can threaten me!"
　　 "If it does, I apologize, I have no intention of offending."
　　 But the amazing caliber pistol still pointed at him.
　　 "You said Hannibal invited everyone to come here and explain clearly."
　　Gracas swallowed.
　　 "The bishop believes that your focus is misplaced, the real enemy is not here..."
　　 "Why?"
　　 "To be honest, sir, I don't know... I'm just a middleman. The bishop hopes that in this war, you can see something with your own eyes."
"what did you see?"
　　Grakas straightened his body slightly, looking boldly at the muzzle that was facing his face.
　　 "Seeing real, important enemies is not the Empire, but the manipulative power of the Empire."
　　Gook stared at him, then slowly lowered his gun.
　　 "Do you mean their tricks?"
"that is not"
　　The spy agent explained:
　　 "Can I stand up, sir? It's cold on the floor."
　　 The monster wearing a helmet nodded, and Grakas stood up, but the King of Oak was still much taller than him, so he still had to look up.
　　 "That's not, that's not a magic trick, it's a deep power manifesting a ubiquitous evil power."
　　 "Demon."
　　Gook chuckled and answered.
　　 "If this is what your master wants me to see, then you have been wasting time, and I already know the bugs."
　　Grakas shook his head sadly.
"Demons are just the simplest names. Do you think of them as bugs, do you? Then your understanding of them is as simple as a child's understanding of the whole world. The gaze of the vast ocean has always existed and will always exist. Without restraint, it will poison the entire world and make it completely dead, and if it is helped, it will destroy everything. The bishop hopes that you can see this and see it with your own eyes so that you can take the message he wants to take seriously. ."
　　 Later, he paused.
　　 "And we are pressed for time."
　　 "Why?"
　　 "Because a huge war is about to start."
　　 "Whose war?"
　　 "Civil war in another country, battle between man and demon, and the result is obvious."
　　Gook stared at Grakas, and the other party heard the slight fluctuations in the air.
　　 A private conversation is going on, apparently Guk is talking to the crazy shaman around him, and Grakas is waiting.
　　 Suddenly, the candlelight trembled, and a small green lizard slipped across the floor and climbed to the wall.
　　 The trembling of hope in the air was over, and Gook turned back to look at Grakas.
　　 "What urgent information does your master want me to take seriously?"
　　 he asked.
　　 "I don't know, I'm just trying to establish a conversation."
　　At this time, there was a coughing sound outside, and Guck turned to Mog Drogan and said:
　　 "It's time to fight, you first take him to the back, guard him, don't let him play tricks."
　　 The psionic boss nodded.
"this way."
　　 He said to Grakas, then took a step forward and walked forward.
　　Grakas followed this mysterious Oak through a number of tents. The scattered tents were as unruly as the streets outside. Each tent was hung with many animal bones, and a little cloth was covered on the few pieces of furniture.
　　 Until this time, Agent Wendigo believed that he was destined to be forced to the tent from the beginning.
　　 "Did your design drive me here?"
　　 Suddenly, Gracas asked:
　　 "You disturb my mind and make me disoriented, so that I can be led to Guke's account?"
　　 "Yes."
　　The masked Oak responded:
　　 "You have the power, I noticed you very early, you have been moving nearby a few days ago, monitoring us, tracking me, I think it is time to ask you to ask why."
　　Mog Drogan led Grakas into a dim tent, and the dust cloth on several sofas and high stools had been lifted away, allowing them to have a place to sit.
　　 On a small table, a golden jug holds wine, several silver wine glasses are placed around, and a pottery bowl with dried fruits is placed next to it.
　　 Then, Moge Zhuogen nodded gently, and many candles in the room lit at the same time. The light at that moment caused several small lizards to quickly climb back into the shadows.
　　 "I hate lights."
　　 Wendy's agent suddenly said:
　　 "It will kill darkness."
　　 "And darkness is one of your tools?"
　　Although he could not see the face of Ok, Gracas understood that the other person was smiling.
　　 "You did observe us carefully, right?"
　　 "That's my job."
　　Grakastan's answer.
　　 "Pour yourself a bar and have something to eat."
　　The boss of Lingneng finished talking, so he sat on the sofa with his buttocks, and placed the metal stick in his hand on a low table.
　　 Seeing the gorgeous carvings, Gracas knew that the furniture here obviously came from a prominent person, but regardless of their previous identity, their property now belongs to the new owner.
　　Inspector Wendigo was also polite, poured some wine into the silver cup~EbookFREE.me~ He needs something to wash the taste of his mouth, although he hopes to have clear water.
　　 Later, while sipping the wine in the glass, he adjusted his mental strength to counteract the influence of alcohol.
　　 He sat straight across from that Oak.
　　 "Your name is Mogdrogen, right?"
"Yes."
　　 "You are powerful, the most powerful wizard I have ever seen in my life, or...psionicist."
　　 Moge Drogen shrugged.
　　 "Talent is natural, but your special ability makes me even more impressed. You have seen humans who speak Ouk's words so fluently."
　　 "Can you read this from me?"
　　 "Of course, but I can't understand it, is it all language, or some specific kind?"
　　 "I haven't encountered any language that I can't master."
　　 "Including Ok?"
　　Gracas smiled.
　　 "They are not so difficult, some I can understand, but can not respond, because I do not have the necessary physiological functions to make the corresponding sound."
　　 "And you can judge his thoughts by voice?"
　　 "Yes, it is very difficult to lie to me, I can easily distinguish the truth, so I am not passing the lies of others to you."
　　 Moge Zhuogen chuckled.
　　 "You may indeed know the truth, but we can't guarantee that you are telling the truth."
　　 "It is true, I have to admit it."
　　Grakas nodded and took another sip from the silver cup in his hand.
　　 "So I bring more than language."