Fang Plover's face was horrifyingly pale.
Green veins were sprouting on his neck, and the hands wearing the alchemist's control gloves were pressed tightly against the bulkhead, almost crumbling. He only looked at the Moondust Guild craftsman with dark eyes. He was almost already Can't remember the other party's identity...
What's the other party's name?
But that was no longer important. He shook his head as hard as he could, trying to remember only one thing in his mind.
In his hazy state, there seemed to be a thousand voices fighting with each other in his mind, as if steel thorns were being inserted under his skin at the same moment, causing him to feel waves of unbearable stinging pain.
He spoke with difficulty:
"I'm fine, leave this to me."
"...Leave here and complete what you should complete."
Fang Plover has always been casual in temperament, but he never thought that one day he would spit out such a stern tone from his mouth, as if just one byte made the air in the cabin covered with a layer of frost.
His attitude successfully frightened the other party.
The Yuechen Guild craftsman who tried to come forward to support him suddenly froze, and the other party's hesitant expression stayed on his face, and he opened his mouth:
"S-Be careful...that...thing"
Wu Xia couldn't describe what that terrifying existence was. Like a shadow in the dust, those sparkling eyes pierced into the depths of his soul with only an indifferent light.
His heart froze at that moment, and his mind was filled with only the thought of escape.
It only took an instant for the thing to pass by the two ladies and leave them behind forever, stagnant in frozen time, with no idea of life or death.
He was a little incoherent.
But suddenly.
Wu Xia saw the other party's eyes dimming little by little. At a certain moment, her heart seemed to be shaken, and a thought came to her mind involuntarily:
What on earth are you doing?
This is a waste of time.
Yes--
They have no extra time to waste.
He closed his mouth for a moment. The two young ladies sacrificed their lives to gain opportunities for him, and at this moment in front of him, a complex emotion was growing out of the deepest part of Wuxia's heart, and quickly filled him. within the chest:
What does this world mean to him?
A resume, a job? Just like the employment relationship between the Yuechen Guild and him, it was just a contract with clear responsibilities written in black and white on the form?
Formulaic responsibilities seem to dilute another emotion in people's hearts, as if after a long time, insignificant individuals have forgotten the value of their own existence in this huge structure.
Indulging in this entertainment-oriented generation, he has long forgotten some things that should be precious, and only repeats them mechanically day after day, pursuing some false values.
But behind that towering and cold throne, isn't there the same endless emptiness?
At a certain moment, Wuxia suddenly understood what this unreal world meant to herself——
Like those deep, ancient ones.
It's like the intense emotions bursting out from people's hearts.
Responsibility, mission, and the value of self-realization.
Those idealistic and lofty things, the era opened up by those pioneers, the solemn words under the golden hall, and the beautiful dream shrouded under the heavy halo.
And at this moment, everything seemed to become real.
Once those emotions emerged from his heart, they irrevocably turned into flames that swept through everything, completely burning the old world into ashes.
Wuxia raised her head and looked into the dark eyes in front of her. In the depths of her eyes, the rainbow ring expanding like a flame seemed to express some kind of trust.
In the end, he only nodded gently to the other party:
"So be careful..."
Then the two of them passed each other.
Those who are needed by others must not be let down.
And self-worth must also be realized.
Wu Xia pressed the package tightly in her arms. All the fear and uneasiness had already been abandoned in her mind, only some arrogant and unconstrained thoughts that had emerged since her youth——
He wants to complete his mission.
To change everything on this battlefield.
What he is pursuing, the purpose of coming to this world, is those heroic shadows...
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Fang Yu watched the other party leave.
He never had the energy to speak again, but fortunately, the man understood what he meant.
It's great. The teammates who came with me to complete this mission, although they are not the companions on the Seven Seas Traveler, are all good people.
Those equally outstanding people do not only exist around me, but little bits of fire are still spread throughout this world. After this star gate world, the value of ideals has never been underestimated.
The spiritual world becomes more tired.
Fang Plover's eyes quickly became dark.
From the dark and deep passage ahead, he seemed to feel a silent, all-devouring, inhuman aura spreading to his feet.
He had felt such energy somewhere. In the boundless darkness, like the flames of Venus falling into the dust, a pair of unusually cold, snake-shaped, murderous golden lights lit up behind him. pupil.
Finally, he stared at himself coldly.
That is one of the most terrifying images from a certain world, the dark dragon queen.
But this time, Fang Plover seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. The heart burst out with a rhythmic and heavy beating sound in the chest, as if it was trying to break free from the rigid cage of the body.
But it's not because of fear.
Rather, it is warlike, which is not an emotion he is born with, or rather, it is a strange and alienated emotion.
It was like a factor hidden in the blood, bursting out like a volcano, making every cell tremble with excitement and whistling, asking him to step forward and witness the truth of the real world.
He clicked and tightened his control gloves.
"……bring it on."
So that he could see who he was coming from.
However, the silence in the darkness seemed to be his answer.
But that's just the surface. There's a rustling sound hidden in the shadows, like a layer of water flowing across the floor. The pitch-black shadow came silently, engulfing the cabin in that direction, and swept toward where he stood.
Fang Yu quickly saw the appearance of the shadow. It had no fixed shape, but rather was a spreading shadow on the wall, floor and ceiling, like a black hole, swallowing everything.
Fang Plover reached behind him and pulled out the lion gun. The hand gun had been fired before, but he had reloaded it with bullets on the way here. He raised his gun, aimed at the opponent, and pulled the trigger continuously.
Three lead bullets whirled through the shadows, like passing through a layer of spreading smoke, leaving a few holes there, and then hit the wooden planks behind, exploding with a loud bang, sending a cloud of sawdust flying.
The details of the smoke and dust spreading made Fang Yu narrow his eyes slightly. This spreading thing did not seem to be afraid of physical attacks, but the opponent had the means to quickly avoid damage.
There was a twinge in his mind, but deep down his heart was clear.
Craftsmen are not the kind of profession that can be won by relying on brute force. The characteristics of the profession also determine that this group of people must observe carefully.
Even in Kapka's third edition of the tactical manual, the master craftsmen have always emphasized the importance of battlefield judgment.
Fang Yu always thought that he would not be distracted and think about the details of the past during a battle, but the impact on his spiritual world made it difficult for him to concentrate for a while, and he couldn't help but recall the days when he studied and grew up in Kapka. .
That period was short-lived, but rarely fulfilling and happy.
Because of the system, he was not the most talented among the Chosen students of Rodel's class. He was unknown among the Chosen Ones whose talents shone like stars.
But among the aborigines, he was deeply loved by several masters. In a short period of time, those old men taught him a lot.
"As for those fancy gadgets they have on them, you don't have to be too discouraged."
"The 'old things' that our predecessors have summarized from countless years will always come in handy."
"According to our standards here, you also have time to soar into the sky——"
But Fang Yu never expected that the moment when he soared into the sky would come so quickly.
Although in the end, he also used the system and his own Dragon Soul Miss - Tata-Thumb-Morning Star.
He put away his gun and threw a clockwork goblin out of his hand with his other hand. It was just an ordinary clockwork goblin. After leaving his glove, the small golden ball flew out of its goblin-like wings and flew out diagonally with a soft 'click' sound.
After the jet-black smoke passed through his bullet, it immediately separated from the wall and ceiling at a speed visible to the naked eye. They gathered together from the floor and quickly rose into the shape of a humanoid creature. shape.
When the smoke and dust in the shadow had not yet completely formed, Fang Plover caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes filled with purple flames. He immediately recognized it, and it was also a shadow figure.
Unlike the Nightmare Furnace creatures on the outer deck, it is a real shadow man and their actual controller. If the nightmare furnace creatures are regarded as a kind of construct, then the shadow people seem to be born with a different kind of 'craftsman'.
He had already noticed this. In fact, there were not many real shadow people in this fleet of shadow people. Most of them are the middle and upper ranks of this fleet, such as sergeants, deputy captains, or captains.
But the shadow figure in front of him was very different from what he had seen before.
First of all, it is taller and more burly, with purple flames gathering in the flowing shadows. Its light and darkness are uncertain, just like the last stars in the universe that are about to be extinguished. When these stars are also extinguished, only boundless emptiness remains. ,cold.
This universe seems to have absorbed the stability of the surroundings, and exudes a bone-chilling coldness all the time. It is not cold in the physical sense, but a low temperature that is enough to penetrate into the soul.
That terrifying aura was more intense and unsettling than the oppressive feeling brought to him by any shadow commander that Fang Yu had seen on other floating ships before, and it even made the alarm bells ring in his heart.
But so many thoughts flashed by, but the time was just an instant. The creature in the shadow took shape in an instant, and then stretched out a hand to him.
It was a pale, translucent hand, like the hand of the dead.
Each of its fingertips seems to be made of extremely cold ice crystals. When it is slowly stretched forward, the surrounding air will solidify into frost and then fall rustlingly.
The speed is extremely slow, but the space it passes through has a strange physical law, as if the time flow has been extended infinitely, making people stagnant in it, unable to move.
Because of Hong Ye and Liu Ying, Fang Yu had already been alert enough. Before the cold breath touched him, he had already reached behind him and used his thumb to open the straps. A leather buckle on the top——
A six-legged structure hanging there fell to the ground as lightly as a spider, opening its mechanical limbs.
Then the teleportation core of the 'Mirror Imager' placed in it was activated instantly, and in a flash of lightning, it changed position with a clockwork fairy not far away.
Fang Plover raised his head and stared at the shadow approaching him with flickering eyes. It was too late, but it was too soon. He put his hand on his control glove and shouted in a low voice: "Confinement——"
The six-legged structure appeared immediately behind the shadow, and raised a gravity trap. The entire space seemed to be condensed, and the purple flame flowing in the shadow seemed to slow down at that moment.
The pale, ghostly hand also fell apart under the pull of gravity.
But Fang Yu knew that it was just an illusion. The hand he saw was just an attack from the soul level.
When the opponent's offensive stalled, the illusion naturally collapsed——
He could probably guess that Hongye and Six Shadows were trapped in this illusion. Whether they were shadow dancers or craftsmen, they always lacked the necessary means to deal with attacks other than physical attacks.
In fact, he himself is the same, but if he hasn't been warned by the encounter between Liukage and Hongye, then he is too incompetent as a captain.
The difference is that he knows how to strike first.
Fang Yu didn't waste any time. He immediately threw away the lion gun in his hand, pulled out another firearm, aimed at the opponent and pulled the trigger.
Just as he expected, under the restrictions of the gravity trap, the shadow had lost the means of dodge. The dark smoke spread extremely slowly, and he was hit three times before he could react.
Fang Yu knew in advance that physical attacks would be effective against the opponent. The next moment, he heard a deep roar from the opponent, and the sound was full of shame and anger.
There is no doubt that the shadow man is intelligent——
Fang Yu didn't expect to be able to kill this thing with three shots. He was not a professional gunslinger, and the firearms he used were the most basic type, with low damage and no additional effects.
But he only hoped to stop the other party for a moment, as long as he could buy enough time for the craftsman to leave the moon dust.
In a fierce fight, there will always be a difference between life and death, and he never thought that he would survive.
He threw away the firearm in his hand. There was basically no need to count on the reloading speed of these old-fashioned firecrackers. Being able to play a role in the battle was already the greatest effect they could achieve.
What's more, the gravity trap can only trap the opponent for a while. Fang Plover is actually silently estimating the time in his heart. The craftsmen's biggest advantage on the battlefield is actually their judgment of the situation. Using multiple distractions allows them to always pay attention to every situation in the battle. A detail.
Some details may not be useful, but they add up to an advantage.
They are not masters of combat, but they must be qualified war artists. If they are surrounded by teammates, they can play their greatest role, otherwise.
The constructs in their hands are not impossible to use.
Sure enough, the gravity trap disappeared at that moment.
The six-legged construct was destroyed in a burst of jumping lightning due to overload and could not be reused. This was a common problem among the few modified 'Ts-1 Lurkers' by Fang Pliance. This small construct The low-level energy center cannot supply the 'gravity core' and the 'teleportation core' from the mirror imagers at the same time, so it can only be used during overload.
Once used, its energy center will be burned into a piece of coke.
At that moment, Fang Yu launched what he called a 'rocket flying fist' at the shadow, but the tall shadow just screamed, raised his hand to block it, and connected his control gloves. Sweeping away along with the cables behind.
The opponent is obviously not only good at attacking at the soul level, but his own power is also astonishingly great.
And Fang Yu noticed that when his control gloves came into contact with the shadow, the magic furnace behind him suddenly jumped out with a purple electric light, and the two spare magic crystals inserted in it suddenly exploded into pieces. powder.
Before he could realize what was going on, the clockwork goblin controlled by him and the flying gloves seemed to have lost control and fell to the ground in a purple electric light.
"Inefficient use of energy——"
"A parody."
Amid Fang Plover's astonishment, a thunderous roaring voice suddenly came from the shadow.
The next moment, the opponent had raised his claws and swept towards his direction.
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