“The Philosophers Foundation accepted us.”
Duran invited the gunsmith to the tea room to talk to his old friend alone about the current situation.
Jiang Xueming: "So you became employees of the WHO?"
Duran: "Yes, I used to follow you and do odd jobs."
Jiang Xueming: "Behind me?"
Dulan explained: "The Anonymous's conquest of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult will bring about many other small problems, such as how the common people will accept the new consuls, and various places that originally relied on the human flesh business to support their economies will now have to change their appearance. Start over – the city’s guts have been ripped out and new ones have to be replaced.”
Get the gunsmith some tea, Duran continued.
"Flavia and I are following you. Where is your mission? The militia organization we were in at that time will come to the vicinity of the war zone in advance and be ready to provide support at any time. If Anonymous's mission is successfully completed, our militia will The organization's mission has just begun - it is to go door-to-door to check household registration, be careful of thugs hiding among good people, and completely hand over the task of public security warfare to teammates who catch up later, so that they can continue to pursue you."
Gunsmith: "Looks like you fought a lot."
"It's not hard." Dulan smiled and shook his head: "Compared to our work, I think you are the incredible guy."
She held her chin up and recalled her time as a militiaman during her sentence in the past few years. At that time, Flavia had not yet been affected by Mr. Victor's soul power. They needed to maintain the combat effectiveness of the soul power, use their psychic powers to become combat units, and help Ao Ao. Mingde ruthlessly cleared up the tumor and regained lost ground.
For Dulan's militia organization, the anonymous people galloping on the front line can bring her a new shock every time - she crosses the ruins of the city and searches for the enemy's corpses in the streets and alleys filled with rivers of blood. There are always some weird "arts" to see.
Towers of human heads can be seen everywhere, and corpses of cultists pile up in mountains.
Disaster beasts, psykers who participated in the Holy Cult, and blood granting units. Most of these things died in strange ways, making it difficult to figure out how they died.
The Anonymous is like a strong wind that comes and goes without a trace. It blows through Platform Zero, and the local towns and villages will suffer a serious disease. If the business that the residents rely on for a living is inseparable from the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, psychic energy If the perpetrators and ordinary people become leaders of large and small pyramid schemes and cults, then the scene will be even more bloody.
Every time Dulan arrives at a new battle point, the Nameless Doe has already left. She can only use White Snake's special spiritual power to guess what happened before when cleaning the battlefield. When she feels the battle process of the Nameless Doe immersively , a strong fear arose in my heart.
As a blood-granting body, she was once a member of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. When these church members turned into all kinds of weird flesh and blood, she would be frightened involuntarily. Given this opportunity, the two sisters might also become the heads of Anonymous Doe's men - no, I'm afraid they won't even be able to keep their heads.
"After returning from the front line, my work has become much easier." When Duran picked up the cup, her muscles involuntarily tightened, her fingers trembled unnaturally, and she slowly held the cup. It could be seen that she was facing the gunsmith. was very scared - just like the fear that FE204863 once brought to her.
Only this time, the little devil on the plane has turned into a big devil.
Jiang Xueming: "Are you nervous?"
Du Lan lowered his eyebrows and looked a little embarrassed: "It's true. You have killed too many animals, and there will always be a strange spiritual pressure emitting from your body. It used to be just a little bit - like a cold knife, just in the eyes Looking at each other, I felt like my face was going to be scratched, and now it felt like a tiger's head was being stabbed. My throat started to feel itchy, and my body was out of control, urging me to wash my neck and offer my head."
Jiang Xueming: "How about I go out for a while?"
Duran nodded quickly. She couldn't be in the same room with the gunsmith. When the gunsmith left, she gasped for air and cold sweat broke out from her forehead. The snot and tears couldn't stop flowing out.
She could barely control her inner fear and was dominated by it. Even FE204863 does not have this ability - just the close contact, her blood-giving body began to warn her frantically, asking her to leave this man immediately.
Jiang Xueming hugged the door, his posture was a bit innocent and cute, and shouted towards the door.
"Is everything okay?"
Dulan held up a tissue and wiped away the snot and tears on his face. He sobbed and shook his head and replied, "It's okay. It's okay. I'm allergic."
Her neck and arms were red and pink. Under the stimulation of this extreme emotion, the Vita brand and the holy blood gradually became unbalanced. Her eyes had turned into blue-yellow snake eyes, and tiny holes appeared on her neck and collarbone. The horny scales returned to human form after a while.
After a few minutes, Duran finally strengthened his will and cursed loudly.
"Don't your friends who live with you feel it? Damn it, your spiritual pressure is too terrifying, at least restrain it a little!"
Jiang Xueming thought for a while and explained calmly.
"I thought so at first. As the mission progressed and more and more enemies died in my hands, my inspiration pressure gradually changed - it became more and more aggressive."
"I found that this kind of spiritual pressure didn't seem to have much impact on Homo sapiens, so I never paid attention to it. The efficiency of locating the enemy would be reduced, but it would not change the situation of the battle."
"Later, Brother Jason received the blood of the Wolf Mother. He became lapis lazuli and returned to the team. When we had dinner together, he vomited on the spot - only then did I realize that there was something wrong with the spiritual pressure in my body."
"It seems that part of the BOSS's essence is causing trouble. The enemies I killed became curses. These evil spirits followed me, warning other companions not to approach me, and also protecting me."
Xueming changed the subject——
"——As long as I'm at home, I don't need to turn on the air conditioner, and the temperature will automatically drop by two or three degrees. The mosquitoes and cockroaches in the house are basically gone. The three children of the wolf mother turned around and ran away when they saw me. I shouted at them, and their ears also He involuntarily shrank back, even the dog was disgusted by it."
Duran was very curious: "Have you ever tried to control this pressure of inspiration?"
"Of course I have tried it. After all, this kind of spiritual pressure will affect the efficiency of killing enemies. It will take me more time to get closer to the mission target." The gunsmith answered truthfully: "I also succeeded. I can hide the characteristics of spiritual pressure. . But then it failed again."
Duran: "Failed?"
Gunsmith: "No way, it's like a gas tank. You can compress the gases and turn them into liquids, but when the liquid is full, it will naturally overflow."
Dulan opened his mouth slightly——
——It was hard for her to imagine how many people this [overflowed] from the gunsmith's mouth would kill.
"I started fishing and tried to slow myself down." The gunsmith said while drinking tea: "Let my mind become peaceful. After the war is over, sleep an extra hour every day to feel the beauty of life and slowly appreciate life. "
Duran: "Then what? Is it effective?"
"You can still speak normally now, which is the best result." Jiang Xueming replied seriously.
After a long time, Dulan didn't say anything.
She didn't know if Jiang Xueming was just trying to show off, because it sounded too outrageous.
Can she, the red morpho butterfly, lose her will to fight just by relying on spiritual pressure? Losing language skills? What kind of terrifying existence is that? Killed instantly with just one look?
But the gunsmith didn't think so -
——He only felt that the tide of spiritual energy spilling out was very unnecessary.
This seemingly awesome [Domineering Exposition] is of no use in Shinto City. [Miller's Mimicry] has no effect on these iron lumps. It will only frighten the difficult brats into fainting and kill those who care about their lives. The devil scares away.
"Hehehe." Dulan said with a smile: "Then I won't disturb your vacation?"
Jiang Xueming: "There's nothing else to talk about, right?"
Dulan wanted to send this murderous god away quickly, and said quickly: "Yeah! Yes!"
Jiang Xueming: "The coach also wants to ask you for some chocolates."
"Uh" When talking about the supplements, Dulan looked embarrassed: "There is still some stock, but not much left. I can give you the last eleven samples. If you eat them all, they will be gone."
Jiang Xueming asked curiously: "Is it a new product?"
Dulan nodded and began to talk about the business: "Yes, this kind of dessert that supplements two kinds of essence at the same time is mainly for the high-end market. If you want them to exert their medicinal properties at the same time and completely blend them together, you need the help of Flavia's soul. "
"If my memory is correct." Jiang Xueming murmured: "The special ability of [Twilight Zone·Twilight Zone] is to produce toxins? How can it be used to process food?"
"The toxin released by Flavia's [Twilight Zone·Twilight Zone] is a very special protein - have you heard of a saying?" Duran explained patiently: "Snake venom is for medical science, It is a very precious experimental material. It is precisely because our spiritual powers have scientific research value and can benefit mankind that we have a chance to survive."
"[Twilight Zone·Twilight Zone] can change the structure of proteins. If the spit from the cruel Princess Sissi is stained with blood, enters a wound, or enters the human mucosa, the person will not live long."
"Now she is just a little nurse who likes to blow sugar. She can make many candy cubes with different effects - BOSS specially commissioned Ling Weng to make a piece of pyroxene jewelry for her. She is a serious green stone person. Legal citizens in the station system.”
The gunsmith clapped his hands and said, "Congratulations."
After bidding farewell to the two sisters, the Fairy Tale Kingdom once again received supplements from its sponsor, Big Daddy, from every functional department up and down—
——In addition to wine-filled chocolates and panacea, the coaching team will have more funds to rent training venues. The logistics craftsman group will receive purchased weapons, leather goods and armor equipment.
Duran knew the capabilities of the gunsmith, so he did not directly buy ready-made military products for the players like other clubs. The City Championship uses live ammunition rules and is a duel environment with real swords and guns. The weapons and equipment made by the gunsmith are better than those from the weapons company. The product is much easier to use.
Durant wrote a letter of thanks to the gunsmith and sent it to the temporary venue in Fairy Tale Kingdom along with the supplies.
The wording of the thank-you letter is elegant and tactful, affectionate and touching. The content of the thank-you letter is basically a brief description of the previous situation and the fate of the gunsmith. The life-saving grace with Mr. Victor has not been repaid, and it will take some time to repay it. After all, this great immortal writer can afford to wait for the sins on his body.
Finally the gunsmith saw blanks and bars and iron, common and precious metals, and a basket of stoves.
He looked at the word "Benefactor" on the thank you letter again and again——
——I heard Xiao Shasha from the coaching team next door counting money and cheering.
The world is uneven and patchwork.
Dulan gave his "benefactor" a lot of overtime.
At this moment, on the other side of District 41.
The re-selection knockout round between Zebra Power and Amethyst is about to come to an end. The re-selection adopts a BO3 format. The team that wins two games first will be able to advance smoothly and go to the capital to compete for regional representatives.
This is Amethyst's last chance. The obstacle in front of Foego Sebastian is the zebra-powered four-one-shaped iron barrel array, leaving the breakthrough hand in the second array to fight a war of attrition with the enemy. This is the zebra A common tactic used by the Power Team.
The score was tied at one to one, and the situation on the field was very tense. After two rounds of competition, the players from both sides had their own wins and losses.
"The battle environment for the second round is not friendly to the players." Li Zhiwen was still active in the commentary box, and during the intermission, he reported the basic situation to the audience: "The mental pressure on the boys will be increasing. Who knows?" I don’t want to lose any small points.”
Klein then added: “The cumulative fighting time in the first two games has exceeded forty minutes, and the time to maintain concentration is six minutes and thirteen seconds – I think both teams have to consider changing their personnel configuration. The fighters are exhausted, and without the right supplies, the third game may drag on even longer.”
"Teacher Ke is right." Li Zhiwen continued: "Even if you win this kind of protracted battle, you won't have time to recover. If you want to become the top pick in District 41, you must first ask the tigers and leopards in other divisions if they agree. .”
Off the field, Foego Sebastian closed his eyes tightly. Sustained strenuous exercise and rapid rehydration would cause him to start to swell.
"We have met a tough opponent. It seems that our luck is not very good this year." Toussaint murmured with a solemn expression: "Young man, maybe we can only go so far."
"Coach!" Foego shouted with his last breath: "What the hell are you talking about! Is this also a morale tool? It annoys me! It's useless!"
Toussaint pursed his lips and smiled helplessly, "This is not a morale tool, Foyego, look at the other teammates."
Foego Sebastian followed and looked over——
——Captain Tamiya lay on his back on the iron plate of the water tank to dissipate heat.
The doctor and Wolf Spider supported each other, holding electrolyte drinks in their hands, but they did not dare to take a big sip for fear that their bodies would collapse and become incapacitated at the moment of rehydration.
The situation of the support gauntlet is the worst. Facing the zebra-powered four-one ground formation, the third position in the team has to fight against four enemies at the same time, trying every means to link up with the support and protect other teammates.
Zebra Dynamics gave up the practice of having a room on the central podium, making the entire battle process stinky and long. The battlefield changes back and forth between alleys and roads and sandy swamps, and the flat shooting range makes Amethyst unable to let go.
The biggest advantages of the Zebra Power team members are endurance, speed and close combat. They can give up the high point view of the red tower and fight positional warfare with Amethyst, who is good at three-dimensional combat.
If Amethyst were to engage in battle, there would be no possibility of retreat, no chance to regroup.
Children who have watched the competition in Daji Township all know that once the athletes whose brand is endorsed by the power engine start running, they can decide where to start the race and gradually consume the patience and physical strength of their opponents through the long endurance race chasing process.
One round with Zebra Power is followed by an endless second and third round.
The four-formation formation is not appropriate or accurate enough to describe this group of very capable men. The sentinels in the team also maintain a healthy and eye-protecting combat style. After receiving the information, they are very likely to return to the formation and form a five-person group. situation.
This is a powerful team that specializes in cutting through the back row, destroying attackers, doctors, and support guards, with the goal of breaking three of the enemy's fingers together with five people.
Zebra Dynamics has strictly implemented this tactic in the first two games. This is the style of play they are best at. Most of the bad captains exist in the second array. As long as the captain is eliminated, the voice will be offline at the moment , the entire team will collapse.
Amethyst won the first game, just because the map of Red Tower was not friendly to Zebra Power——
– It’s terrain for heights, and Zebra Power gives up the high points from the start.
These men who love running passively avoided the battle. After more than 20 minutes, when Amethyst took the initiative to win, coach Toussaint realized that the situation was not good.
In the first game, the team members exhausted too much energy. To catch up with these opponents who were running away and then quickly gathering together, it was uncomfortable for Amethyst to lose and aggrieved to win.
During the house grabbing process at the beginning of the second game, Zebra was still faster than Amethyst. Even if five people marched from the ground together, they could go all the way up through the prayer hall of the Red Tower. At this time, Toussaint realized that the defeat was over. Certainly.
Want to be on the bench? At such a critical moment, can the substitute really carry the banner?
The answer is obvious. No one can be substituted in any life-or-death game. In the eyes of the Amethyst players, the fire of fighting has not been extinguished. They have fighting spirit and want to continue fighting. But these young men may not even realize that their bodies can no longer bear it.
On the other side of the field, in the Zebra Power dugout.
Marley Perot clasped his hands anxiously, his skin all over was red, and hot smoke was coming out after strenuous exercise.
Most of his other teammates don't have such a good body like him——
——The sentry is a famous long-distance runner on the mileage ranking list. In order to obtain information in an isolated and helpless environment, the sentry of the Zebra Power Team does not need shooting skills or strength, but he must be able to run.
The sentry was about to take a break, so he asked the coach to put the ice pack on the ground, and he lay on the ice pack to cool down and rest.
The others were not much better. They held their breath and responded sparsely to the head coach's shouts.
Only Marley Perrault was still sitting. He did not lay down his body or let his heart rest, because this blood-endowed body was almost beyond his imagination and gave him talents that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"Boy! I really didn't make a mistake!" The head coach slapped Marley Perrault on the shoulder hard: "You, the substitute, have become a surprise player! I really didn't expect it! You don't seem to have much fat on your body, but your physical fitness is... so good!"
Marley Perrault had a complicated expression and responded: "Yes."
"We have no other way to trap Amethyst! Under the restrictions of the Hongta map, we can only run! Keep running!" the head coach said impassionedly: "Be faster than them, run further than them, Quickly occupying the central road from the activity area, they are no longer able to do it.”
"The consumption of physical energy will reduce their aiming accuracy and their spiritual energy will become weaker and weaker."
"The advantage of the view from the roof of the housing area will gradually become less important. Instead, it will return to the primitive and barbaric endurance competition, involving close-range gun and bullet combat."
"Whoever has the upper hand in this duel will win."
After saying these few words, the head coach just left——
——The Eye of the Storm followed closely, his palms squirming, and he opened a blood-red eye.
"Pero. Pero Pero Pero Pero Pero"
Boy Marley didn't answer.
"Pero. Pero Pero Pero Pero Pero"
"Pero. Pero Pero Pero Pero Pero Pero Pero! ~Marley Pero!~"
Marley: "What are you going to say? I still have three minutes to rest."
Eye of the Storm: "How do you feel? How do you feel?"
Marley: "."
Eye of the Storm: "Listen, listen carefully, the audience is cheering for you, you are the focus of the audience, the star of tomorrow who will kill Amethyst - you are a dark horse, a genius boy who jumped out of the cracks in the stone. "
Marley: "I do things for you just for my brother."
"Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!" Storm Eye laughed: "At the beginning, we will all find a noble reason and a high-sounding excuse for ourselves, but we can't fool ourselves - Marley Perot, you must be very Are you happy?"
Marley was speechless. He heard the cheers on the field. During the halftime break, the video of the previous game was played repeatedly on the big screen. The picture stayed at the moment when the Zebra Power team gathered around to collect the bag and hunt down the Amethyst second team.
He looked at the largest screen in the Blue Eagle Arena and saw Marley Perreault sweating over the barriers in the room, jumping and running to shoot the gun - looking at himself.
At the same time, the Zebra Power Team's black and white striped flags emerged from the crowd, and people were calling his name.
At this time, Boy Marley was almost succumbing to this feeling. He licked his lips nervously, a little panicked.
"I need you to calm down, Marley."
The eye of the storm poured cold water on this inexperienced young man, and his words contained profound meaning.
"The audience in the Colosseum in ancient Rome would also shout such enthusiastic roars when they saw wild beasts fighting with people - in their eyes, you are a war beast."
"Think of your brother, think of Groba Perrault."
"He is looking at you. He is proud of you. He will definitely treat you as a human being and a brave and fearless brother, not a war beast."
Marley curled his lips, looked arrogant, and talked to the monster in his body.
"I don't care, I just want this kid to be safe."
Eye of the Storm became more excited and happier.
It whispers, murmurs softly.
"Arrogant, I love this!"
(End of chapter)
