"Mechanical College! Mechanical College! Wait! Where is the Mechanical College?"
Shao Liangxi screamed and ran wildly in the rain, but halfway through she realized that she was still a stranger in this city and she couldn't find the way without Rhodes.
"Follow me!"
Eve said to her, and waded forward, moving with difficulty.
A few minutes ago, they all received a message from Lorenzo, a large-scale [gap] communication, in which Lorenzo reported Roger's purpose to several people.
His goal was the death row, to destroy all hope at one stroke and completely paralyze the elimination agency.
Eve was not sure about the battle situation, but she knew that if Roger wanted to achieve his goal, he had to break through the defense of the Mechanical Institute and attack along the Furnace Pillar. He might destroy the unfortunate Perpetual Motion Pump, or he might go straight down to the Death Cell.
The good news is that as the core area of the purification agency, it is heavily guarded. Even facing a tide of demons, there is a full confidence that they can stop them.
The bad news is that this time they are no longer facing a tide of demons, but Roger Cruz, whose real body is present on the battlefield.
Thinking of this, Eve's hands began to tremble. She was well aware of how powerful Roger was, not to mention Roger in his original form. His body, which had been soaked in the secret blood for endless time, was much more durable than Lorenzo.
Now they were going to support the death row, which was more like committing suicide than providing support, but there was no other way. Eve had to move forward, no matter what.
"Roger... Cruz."
Oscar leaned against the damp wall. His gray beard was wet by the rain and hung on his face in wisps. He looked like a homeless man.
"What's wrong! Oscar?"
Eve turned around and asked with concern.
The most outrageous one among them was probably this third-rate writer. I thought he was weak as a kite, but he turned out to be extremely ferocious when he chopped down demons.
Everyone else was probably fooled by Oscar's ruthlessness, but Eve was not. She knew very well that Oscar was just a mortal, and in this battlefield of purgatory, Oscar, as a mortal, had done very well.
"I'm fine... just a little out of breath."
Oscar breathed heavily. This intense physical exercise was really a burden for his aged body.
"I have to admit that I'm old."
Oscar complained, and then his expression became a little hesitant. Just as he was about to say something, Eve beat him to it.
"Stop, Oscar, you should rest, and we will continue from now on."
Eve dissuaded him, saying that Oscar had been holding on. She could see that these consecutive battles almost cost this lazy guy his life.
Perhaps it was his pride that made Oscar keep silent and persist.
"I… "
"Don't say that. You've had too many failures in your life. This is just an ordinary failure. It's nothing."
Eve comforted.
Hearing this, Oscar looked a little disappointed, then forced a smile.
"Indeed, reality is not fiction. It is not something that can be solved by anger."
Oscar waved his hand.
"It looks like Oscar Wilde's amazing adventures have to stop for now, you guys can continue."