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"I saw my future, captured by a humanoid created by Ironblood, sent to your headquarters, and eventually working on your Blood God."
Micklindy knocked another cigarette out of the pack and put it between his lips.
This guy actually knew about his Blood God? You know, that's something even Eliza didn't know. The armband on his arm is really interesting.
"Wait, if you knew you would be caught by Iron Blood Works, why didn't you escape from the S08 war zone?"
Mo Yin suddenly felt something was wrong. Although he had the ability to see the future, the future would be unpredictable and change due to his own movements. But if this man could really see his future clearly with this armband, why didn't he run away? This was very suspicious.
"The armband I wear is called the Future of the Lamenting Fool. Once you put it on, you can never take it off. The moment I put it on, my future has been forcibly fixed, and it will be written until my death."
"Ok?"
Moyin signaled with his eyes for Miklindi to continue.
"To put it simply, when I want to escape the predetermined future, such as evacuating from the S08 war zone, if I take the train, I will be late due to traffic jams. If I want to take a plane, the sky will be windy and the flight will not be able to take off. If I take a taxi, the taxi will have a flat tire."
"I can't see the future, but as long as I want to rebel against my fate, these unexpected events will occur, which has been well proven in the past, so I don't plan to continue to rebel against my fate."
"Based on this alone, do you think I would be interested in you?"
Moyin smiled. This armband was of no use to him.
"Of course you won't be interested in this cursed artifact I got, but I think you would be happy to collect artifacts, right? I know the ruins all over the world, but I can't get them myself. But you are more powerful than me, and you will be satisfied with these artifacts."
Micklindy smoked his second cigarette slowly.
"How can you be sure that I will be satisfied?"
Moyin found it somewhat amusing.
"Because my fate has not yet ended, I even received your reward decades later... I extended my lifespan through biomedical technology. If you were not happy with me, how could you give me such a reward?"
Micklindy asked rhetorically.
"Stretch out your arms."
Moyin was silent for a while, then asked.
Miklindi rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arm in front of Moyin. Moyin touched the black armband with his fingertips. He felt a force of law. This force of law was different from the blood law he followed as a blood god. It was a completely different law. This armband was indeed made by a god, just like the blood god pendant he left for Elena that could counterattack all physical attacks.
Mo Yin did show some interest.
Before, Amaterasu Omikami, who had killed Japan, got the three sacred artifacts for herself. The eight-foot mirror left for the big orange cat can allow an ordinary human to defend against all attacks. This is enough to prove the power of the artifact. You know, the force field shield can only defend against high-tech weapons, but it cannot defend against close-range weapons.
The Eight-Foot Mirror can defend against all attacks, and it does not need to be filled with energy like a force field shield, or be charged by a humanoid power core. As a divine artifact, the Eight-Foot Mirror itself possesses powerful energy.
He did plan to collect artifacts. Even if the tactical dolls didn't need them, for beings like Chinatsu or Erina who couldn't be equipped with reinforcement modules, a artifact would greatly improve their combat effectiveness.
On the other hand, artifacts can also play a certain role in battles with gods. In the early days, Amaterasu Omikami relied on the Yasakami to absorb her attacks and dared to fight against herself head-on. Of course, it would be better to stockpile more of such useful things.
"Let's see, the first chip."
Mo Yin spoke up.
"There is a dusty ruin under the desert west of the S19 war zone. I don't know what's inside, but I have to say in advance that there may be various traps in the ruins, or guards left by gods. You'd better not think that you can easily get the powerful divine objects in the ruins."
Micklindi reminded.
"Haha, don't worry about that. I'll take care of it."
Moyin smiled. How could a living god like him be afraid of the watchdogs left by other gods? How could it be possible!
If the other party wants to protect the artifact he left behind, then I have to stay and watch over the situation.
"Well, boss, please give me more advice in the future."
Micklindi rubbed his hands again, and tried to get close to him in a familiar way.
"If I can really dig out a useful artifact from the ruins you mentioned, I will certainly not treat you unfairly. Let's go to the S19 war zone now."
Moyin stood up and walked outside.
"okay."
After Miklindi responded, he immediately followed Moyin.
Blood God.
The little princess operated the positioning device for a while, and the Blood God sailed over the S19 war zone, with a vast sea of sand below.
Taking the unmanned transport plane, Moyin and his group went down to the ground with Miklindi.
Following Moyin this time are Inaba Hakutsuki, AR15, RO635, SOP2 and Iron Blood Sixteen Pigeons.
"Hey, Commander, is this really a desert? Why don't I feel hot at all?"
SOP2 was jumping happily on the sand, just like its name suggests, full of energy and cuteness like a dog.
"After all, it's winter now. It's normal for this place to be affected."
Moyin smiled, then turned his gaze to Miklindi.
"Well, Micklindy, it's your turn to lead the way now."
He didn't come to the desert to experience life, if you really want to count it, this is a treasure hunt.
"Wait a moment, I need to do some calculations, bring me some paper and pen."
Micklindi stretched out his hand and asked Moyin without any hesitation.
Moyin took out a notebook and a pen from the system space and handed them to Miklindi. Then Miklindi sat on the desert and began to quickly write some strange characters. From time to time, he would look up at the surroundings of the desert, and then lower his head and concentrate on drawing on the notebook.
Moyin looked at it for a while and felt that this was probably not an existing language system. Although he didn't know many foreign languages, he had never seen a pig run before he had eaten pork. He basically remembered all kinds of language styles. The one that Miklindi used to overthrow was completely out of this category.
"Boss, if you have nothing to do, give me a cigarette."
"You really are addicted to smoking."
Moyin complained, but still took out the cigarette box, knocked out a cigarette and put it to Micklindi's mouth, then he used his lighter to light the cigarette for him.
"Hiss... My life has been solidified by this ridiculous armband. I don't have any other entertainment options, so smoking is the only pastime left. Why don't I smoke more?"
Micklindi took a long puff of his cigarette, and then answered Moyin's words with the cigarette in his mouth, without being affected at all.
"You seem to be a rather pathetic person?"
Moyin also heard a hint of sadness in Miklindi's tone.
"Is it sad? That's not the case. My future is to work under you, boss. I've lived much longer than my colleagues... I've even lived much longer than the young people today. Although this future is a bit boring, at least I won't want to die because of it."
"Overall, I feel lucky about the future I have."
Micklindi turned his head and spat out the burnt-out cigarette butt, then continued to scribble in his notebook.
"What language are you using now?"
Moyin asked.
"Tux... This is the definition of this language in this culture. If translated into the characters we use now, it is this name. I have studied the specific meaning of the name for many years and still cannot analyze its true meaning. But I know how to use this language and the surrounding environment to find the ruins sleeping under the sea of sand."
Miklindi answered as he closed his notebook, stood up and looked around.
"Is that a clue similar to a treasure map?"
Moyin asked curiously.
"No, it is definitely a special language, like this, which means hello."
Miklindi opened the notebook again and quickly wrote a twisted symbol, then handed it to Moyin.
"Okay... I don't understand. What should I do now?"
Moyin asked.
"Go east first. I have deduced the direction of the ruins."
Micklindi turned eastward with certainty.
A group of people started walking in the vast sea of sand.
"Come to think of it, what were you looking at just now? Isn't there a sea of sand all around?"
Looking at the endless sea of sand, Moyin was a little curious. The scenery was the same everywhere. What could he see?
"The terrain is different. Although the strong winds in the desert will blow the sand and change the terrain, the text of this system itself does not deduce the location of the ruins through existing information. Instead, it derives the direction through real-time calculations. Believe me, it won't be wrong."
Micklindi explained confidently.
“Interesting technology.”
"Then boss, when you find the artifact you want, can you allocate some funds so that I can set up a related research institute?"
Micklindy's request arrived while the iron was hot.
"Okay, okay, once we find it, everything will be fine."
Chapter 560 Pascal!
The yellow sand rolled, and Miklindi would sit on the sand dunes from time to time and calculate in his notebook.
The day passed quickly.
"I say, how about I get a car and drive it?"
Moyin suggested this during dinner time. He was not tired, but Micklindi's physical strength had declined so much that he was almost half dead by the time he got to the end.
Needless to say, as for the accompanying humanoids, their powerful reinforcement modules are fully capable of coping with even harsher environments than this. It would be difficult for an ordinary person like Miklindi to walk in the desert for a whole day, and God knows where the ruins he mentioned are. He can't waste several months in the desert if he keeps walking like this, right?
"No... I have to make inferences based on careful observation of the desert conditions. The vehicle was moving too fast and I couldn't react."
Micklindy shook his head.
"All right..."
A shadow suddenly flew towards Miklindi's legs.
SOP2 waved his hand casually, and a tactical dagger directly nailed the afterimage to the ground.
A sand snake was twisting its body which was nailed by a dagger, trying to attack Miklindi.
"Wow, this place is really unsafe, uncle, you owe me a life?"
SOP2 said with some pride.
"This was already planned... I will not die in this desert."