"How can I be a mortal like Bel Chikafu? Even if he serves the true god, his status is too low. My status is much nobler than his." The strong man said in a deep voice, "My name should be... Well, add Bailie! I am an angel who is sacred and inviolable, blocked from all filth, and guarding the true God! Well... at least that's part of it... "
"Then I..." The strong man looked around and became confused again. After a while, he nodded and showed that he understood everything, "So that's it."
"A mortal who served the true God used a little bit of my power, but he seemed to have died due to some accident. At the last moment, he cast a spell and attached the remaining will to a real piece of angel feathers, trying to get me to help. It’s a bit interesting that he completed the unfinished task.”
"It's just that in my current state, I can't exert too much power, and I can't even let my will occupy this body for a long time. Usually, I can only do some influence hidden deep in my soul, and only in rare circumstances can I take action. If something goes wrong, the mission may fail. In this case, you can only be cautious.
Well, for the true god, I can take action at critical moments, but I will only take action at critical moments - after all, a real angel feather only has so much power. "
After explaining this, the strong man's expression became tired, his eyelids began to pull down, and the angel's will fell into a deep sleep.
Then his eyes widened and he switched to Chekhov's will.
Chikafu looked around with a fierce look on his face, clenched his fist and said word by word: "I must investigate this place clearly, um, I must investigate it clearly."
To be honest, because he only had residual will, he almost didn't know the reason for investigating this place, nor could he remember the results of the investigation. But there was a strong idea that drove him to do this.
"We must investigate clearly!"
The strong man whose body was possessed by Chekhov's will gritted his teeth and spoke, then walked towards the construction site.
As a result, he was stopped just as he approached the construction site.
A tall, thin man holding a torch looked at the strong man warily and asked: "Hey, which group are you from? Why are you here? What are you doing?"
"Me?" The strong man was stunned, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. Chekhov's will fell asleep, and Urus's will surfaced and returned to normal.
The strong man looked confused, as if he had been awakened from sleepwalking. He looked around in confusion, then looked at the tall and thin man who stopped him in front, and murmured: "I am a member of the Demolition Team 15, why am I here? "
After listening to the strong man's words, the tall and thin man crossed his arms on his chest and said angrily: "I still want to know."
After a pause, the other party glanced at the wet patch on the strong man's pants, and laughed again: "Speaking of which, could it be that you fell asleep and went out to pee, unable to find your way back to the camp? Then you accidentally hit him Did you come here by accident?"
"This..." The strong man scratched his head, "Maybe."
"Okay, okay." The tall and thin man who stopped the strong man waved his hand quickly, "If this is really the case, then go back quickly and don't delay our work, otherwise we will deduct wages and ask you to compensate."
The strong man couldn't help but shrink his neck and muttered: "Okay then, I'll go back to sleep."
As he spoke, the strong man looked around, found the direction of his accommodation camp, and walked back.
As he walked, he said in doubt: "What's going on? How did I get here? Just now, I remember peeing, and I seemed to see a glowing feather. Could it be... Is this all a dream? Could it be, Did I really fall asleep?"
"Maybe." At the end, the strong man said doubtfully. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear a whisper in his ear.
"You are God's people... You must sacrifice for the true God... You must investigate everything about this mine... everything..."
In the whisper, the strong man walked back to the dormitory without thinking much, fell on the bed, covered himself with a quilt and began to sleep soundly.
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It was the next day in a blink of an eye.
The strong man had almost forgotten the strange things that happened at night, put on a new pair of pants, and energetically participated in the demolition work.
But for some reason, when the day passed and night fell, he found that the whispering in his ears had become louder, as if it was constantly affecting him.
Then the third day, the fourth day...
After the fifth day, the strong man who had always been talkative suddenly became taciturn. Apart from work, I don’t say a word at all. And after work, I often walk alone in the mine, and I don’t know why.
The companions all noticed something was wrong with the strong man, but they only thought that the strong man had encountered something troublesome and were not too surprised. They have not known the strong man for too long, and their relationship is not very close. Therefore, in the face of the strong man's changes, apart from caring about him occasionally, the only thing left is to send the money he saved as soon as possible - in case the strong man one day Ask to borrow money.
Just like that, it's the sixth day.
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Day six, daytime.
Inside the Shambhala uranium mining area.
"Boom!"
Many "fire thunders" were successfully detonated, and a large piece of ore collapsed and piled up into a large pile.
Another demolition operation was successfully completed, and the strong man and his companions got a chance to rest and walked back to the camp. The remaining miners began to work one after another, and after eliminating danger, tried to transport the ore away.
An experimental railway track several hundred meters long has been laid. The miners quickly loaded the ore onto the dump truck on the track and pushed it down.
Seeing the miners busy, the strong man suddenly spoke up and asked his companions: "Tell me, where are these ores going to be transported?"
The companion glanced at the strong man strangely and said: "Where else can it be transported? Even though the railway road is a bit new, the ore is still transported to the factory at the foot of the mountain."
"What do you do when you transport it to the factory?"
"What we can do is clean up the bad ones, pick out the good ones, and then transport them out to sell."
"So, the core of the mine is actually the factory at the foot of the mountain?"
"So be it." The companion shrugged, "After all, the fire mines and materials we used to build the railway were all shipped from the factory." At the end of the sentence, the companion frowned at the strong man and asked strangely: " Why are you interested in this, Urus?"
"Urus?" The strong man read his name in a slightly unfamiliar tone. His expression struggled for a moment, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard a whisper in his ear that became extremely loud. The whole person was shocked, lowered his head and fell silent, saying nothing.
The companion did not wait for an answer, nor did he care. He shrugged indifferently and walked away.
The strong man lowered his head and followed numbly.
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