"Brothers, do you have anything to eat?" "If there are military rations, we will give you a bag of five gold coins."
After waiting for most of the day, there was no space crack, but two exiles were passing by and wanted to buy food from them.
"How long have you been here?" Chen Xing stepped forward and asked. Neither agreed nor refused.
"It's been several days." "Everything has been eaten." said the two exiles.
Chen Xing asked Wu Jinjian to bring two compressed biscuits. The two tore open the aluminum foil and devoured it as if they hadn't eaten in days.
"Have you ever been in?" Chen Xing asked.
"It went in and came out." "The monster is too powerful, we can't defeat it." The two replied while eating.
Next, Chen Xing asked a series of questions. Such as what monsters are there, whether there are many people, whether there is any danger, etc. In exchange for food, the two exiles answered each question one by one.
But the time the two entered was very short, and their expression skills were poor, and their words were a bit confusing. After listening for a long time, Chen Xing only got a few useful information.
One is that there is light inside, and the light source comes from a high tower in the center of the city; the other is that there are many people entering, including people from large and small war groups; the third is that there are many magic puppets left by ancient wizards. Probably bronze demons, gargoyles and the like.
After answering the questions, Chen Xing gave each of them a bag of military rations and sent them away. Although the two expressed their eagerness to join the team, Chen Xing's rations were only enough for a round trip and could not provide for newcomers, so they had to forget it.
After waiting for a few more hours, it got dark. During this period, two fleeting space cracks appeared. Because the time was too short, they appeared unstable, and Chen Xing did not dare to enter. If the crack is closed as soon as the front half goes in, the back half will stay outside, and the results are self-evident.
After dark, he got into the marching tent to rest and conserve his strength.
"Boss, cracks have appeared!"
In the middle of the night, Chen Xing was woken up by his men. When I went out and took a look, I saw a space crack running across the middle of the camp. The cracks are filled with blue light, like glowing sea water. The situation seemed relatively stable. Chen Xing quickly put on his equipment and entered the crack.
In a blink of an eye, I entered a new world.
The tall tower in the distance stands high in the sky, and the top of the tower is blooming with a bright green light, casting a layer of green on the whole world.
The light is very dim, and ancient Western Continental-style buildings can be seen everywhere, including stone houses, waterwheels, stables and pig pens. Chen Xing looked around for a while, then left the space crack and hid in a two-story stone house next to it.
There were some messy footprints on the ground, and a few dead bones had been kicked into the corner. It was obvious that someone had searched for them. Chen Xing climbed up the stone ladder to the second floor, squatted by the window, and observed the surrounding situation.
The light group on the tower was dark and soft, like a bright green moon.
Chen Xing did not rush to explore, but first observed the surrounding environment. Many people had come in before him. Based on his experience as a human being in three lifetimes, humans are always scarier than monsters.
Due to the narrow field of view from the window, Chen Xing observed for a while and found no abnormality, so he went up to the roof. Looking around, this area is full of low-rise houses, none of which are more than three stories high, so the view is pretty good.
There is a small church on the slope not far away, with a steeple bell tower, which is the tallest building nearby. Chen Xing jumped off the roof, ran to the chapel ducking down, stepped on the broken stained glass windows to climb onto the roof, and then climbed up the bell tower from the outer wall.
There is a huge ancient clock next to him, with patina on it. Chen Xing pushed it twice. The thick iron chain connecting the top was not rusty and was fairly safe. Then he lay down on the spot and continued to observe.
"There's an exit over there!" "It's coming, run!"
Suddenly, shouts came from behind. Turning around, he saw two figures running wildly in the green light. Behind them was a humanoid monster, four to five meters tall and as tall as an iron tower. During the chase, it kept collapsing houses and stone walls along the way.
The direction in which the two of them fled was exactly the crack in space that he had just entered.
Chen Xing frowned. If this continues, the two of them will bring monsters out of the world fragments and appear in their camp, disrupting their defenses.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Xing made a decision, took off the sniper rifle, pushed in a Super Red Lotus, started to compress the psychic energy, and then transferred it to the bullet.
The simplest way is to kill those two people and end the chase. But he couldn't do it. He didn't want to kill people who had no grievances and no hatred if it was not necessary.
He had already seen that what was chasing the two men was a bronze demon, and depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets containing uranium 777 were the nemesis of such metal puppets.
"Demon spirits" are the product of the combination of magic and technology, and they widely exist in the homologous world of magic civilization. Wizards from other worlds use mechanical principles and chaotic magic energy to create them as guards or assistants. The materials are mostly bronze, steel, stone, and wood. Because they are driven by magic energy, they are collectively called "magic puppets".
In the shrinking atrium, the stars and sand are combining in pairs, and then as the blood pumps out of the atrium, flows to the hands, and then gradually overflows the body surface, flows into the barrel of the gun along the lines of the gun body, and gathers in the bullet.
This process is very slow. Chen Xing's charged shot originally only took more than 20 seconds. With the blessing of mithril and rune circuits, as well as the improvement of proficiency, it can be completed within ten seconds. But now there is an additional process of compressing spiritual energy, which takes at least a minute to complete the energy storage.
In the scope, the bronze demon spirit's eyes glowed red, chasing after the two men. Although his movements are clumsy, his steps are very large, one step is more than two meters away, and he is extremely powerful, like a tank, rampaging through the house. Wherever he went, tiles were flying and bricks and stones were pouring down.
Chen Xing moved his sight and locked the forehead between the bronze demon spirit's eyes, constantly stimulating spiritual energy and pouring bullets into it.
"Hurry, we'll be there soon!" "Work harder!" The two escaping men encouraged each other and arrived near the crack in a blink of an eye.
Time passed by minute by second, and the bronze demon spirit advanced step by step, and was about to follow the two of them into the space crack. Chen Xing finally finished accumulating energy and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Dark blue flames spurted out, and a blue armor-piercing projectile burst out. The warhead rubbed the air, gradually turning red and translucent, with amazing heat.
The next moment, the bullet penetrated the bronze shell and a violent explosion occurred. I saw a flash of fire on the forehead of the bronze demon spirit, and a large number of small mechanical gears exploded out along with the bronze fragments.
As if turning off the lights, the two red eyes dimmed. The tall body stayed in place, maintaining its walking posture, motionless.
When the crisis was resolved, Chen Xing immediately put away his gun and left. The sound of the gunshot would travel far, and he would have to change his position, otherwise he would be discovered. You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the intention of guarding against others. These two sentences are the most appropriate to describe his state of mind at the moment.
After about two hours, the space-time rift closed. Chen Xing no longer had any worries and started heading towards the tower.
According to his observations during this period, the city was quite large and at least ten kilometers deep. This is the outskirts of the city. They are all low-rise private houses with not many valuable things.
The location of the tower is in the very center of the city, where many important buildings are located. Although he was also concerned about the people from other battle groups, now that he was here, he couldn't leave empty-handed. With his elite-level strength, coupled with the trio and fire immunity, he is still capable of fighting even against a quasi-guardian. As for the guard level, you can't beat them, but you will definitely have no problem escaping. Further up, he believed that they would not appear in the Black Death Continent.
After walking on the stone path for half an hour, Chen Xing suddenly heard someone talking. He quickly hid at the foot of the low wall on the roadside and followed the sound to investigate. The sound came from a stone house, with a trace of firelight coming from the closed wooden windows. He quietly touched the window, and the voice became clear. It was several people talking.
"It's useless to go to the tower. People from several large groups are guarding it." A man said.
"How shameless!" Another man cursed angrily, seemingly unwilling to do so.
"But they can't get in. There seems to be a magic circle outside that can't even be exploded with explosives," the first man said.
"I think it's better to stay here and try your luck. Maybe you can find something valuable." The third man said.
"That's right..." The second man sighed, and then said, "By the way, I heard that the leader of the Thunder Fire Regiment is a good person and upright. We can join them."
"Haha, your brain is flooded, are you? Talking about integrity in the Black Death Continent, is there such a person?" "Honestly, are you in love with the other person's muscles and want to warm his bed?" The other two The man burst into laughter.
"Okay, forget it if you don't believe it, don't be disgusting." The second man said unhappily.
What followed was all useless chatter. Chen Xing stopped eavesdropping and left the stone house. However, instead of going to the city center as originally planned, he took a detour to the side. It can be heard from the conversation between the three people just now that it is useless even if they go there, it is better to look for it in the periphery.
While exploring, Chen Xing discovered a white tower. His eyes suddenly lit up and he moved over quickly. In the world of magical civilization, towers are usually the residence of wizards.
After getting closer, you can see a curved wooden door at the bottom of the tower, which is reinforced with horizontal iron bars and looks very strong.
There are two stone statues standing on both sides of the door. The body and head look a bit like a monkey walking upright, with a pair of bat wings growing from the back. Chen Xing pulled out the silver star, infused it with spiritual energy, and then slowly approached.
Just as he expected, when he was only five meters away from the door, the stone statue's eyes glowed with scarlet light, and the stone skin on its body cracked in all directions and fell off.
Gargoyle, a thing used by wizards to guard doors. While the gargoyles were not fully active, Chen Xing aimed at their heads and shot continuously.
"Bang bang!"
The head of the first gargoyle was blown open and turned into rubble everywhere. The other one waved its upper limbs and grabbed Chen Xing. The nails were extremely sharp and turned into five white lights in the dim light. Chen Xing raised his foot and kicked the gargoyle's joints. There was only a "snap" sound, and one of the gargoyle's upper limbs was broken and fell to the ground and turned into gravel.
"Squeak!"
The gargoyle screamed like a mouse and flapped its wings towards Chen Xing. Chen Xing shot backhand and blew away half of the gargoyle's head. The gargoyle shattered into stones with a "crash" sound.
Chen Xing quickly put away his gun and kicked the wooden door. The hinges were corroded and the entire door was falling inwards. He had to move quickly, the sound of gunfire would cause unnecessary trouble.
The furnishings on the first floor of the tower are very simple, with a large wooden table and chairs, heavy cabinets, and a stone stove. It is obviously a kitchen. Chen Xing glanced at it and immediately climbed up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor are simpler, with a circle of bookcases against the wall. The books inside were all rotten and shattered when touched. Not finding anything valuable, Chen Xing went up to the third floor.
The third floor is the top level. What is introduced to the eye is a small circular bedroom with a small bed, a small bookcase, a small wardrobe, and a large desk.
There was a withered skeleton lying on the table, and the robe was clinging to the body and was riddled with holes. The skeletal hand was holding an ink pen, as if he was still taking notes before he died. Such academic spirit is really admirable. Chen Xing fisted at Dry Bones and said, "Old senior, I'm offended." Then he picked up Dry Bones and placed him on the small bed.
After a while, he found an exquisite small box in the left drawer of his desk.
"Click!"
Press the buckle and the lid pops up, revealing a dark object. It was about one-sixth to one-seventh of a circle, and it was heavy in the hand. It was engraved with patterns, like a piece of a circular engraving.
Although he didn't know what it was, Chen Xing immediately put it away. The box containing this thing can still be opened intact after a long time, which already shows how precious the thing is.
"Chachacha..."
Chen Xing was about to search somewhere else, when the sound of small footsteps suddenly came from downstairs.
Someone!
He quickly looked around, finally selected a small wardrobe with a single door, and hid sideways, leaving only a small gap to observe the situation outside. His purpose is not to hide, but to seize the opportunity.
"Chachacha..."
The footsteps came from bottom to top, getting closer and closer. He shook the silver star in his hand and poured spiritual energy into it secretly.
At this moment, the light in the room dimmed slightly, and a figure walked into his sight.
The person who came was wearing a leather tights, with a waist and wide hips, and her curves were clearly exposed. You could tell she was a woman at a glance.
Looking upward, he saw a face with distinct features and hard lines, slightly masculine but full of charm.
Chen Xing was shocked.
Aqiaomu!
After entering, Ah Qiaomu turned around with his back to Chen Xing, seeming to be observing the dead bones on the bed.
Chen Xing in the closet pointed his gun at Arqiaomu. Not only did his big round butt not make him feel at ease, but his scalp erupted with a strong sting.
Suddenly, Arqiaomu moved without warning. Turning around, a cold light swept over him.
Chen Xing had only two choices, either shoot or dodge. The result of the shooting may be that both sides are injured, or his head may be chopped off. This thin wardrobe has no ability to block the blade.
At the critical moment, Chen Xing chose the safest way and slammed his body into the side of the wardrobe, causing the entire wardrobe to overturn.
The machete passed by and sliced off a corner of the wardrobe.
"Bang!"
The moment the wardrobe fell to the ground, Chen Xing rolled out and kicked A Qiaomu's calf.
Ah Qiaomu's reaction was not as quick as Chen Xing's. His ankle was hit, but the blue light flashed and he blocked it forcefully. The scimitar slashed downwards, and Chen Xing immediately rolled sideways and rolled into the bottom of the bed.
"come out!"
A Qiaomu shouted and kicked the bed frame. The cot suddenly split into two halves and flew to the left and right.
Among the flying wood chips and bones, a black muzzle appeared in the brown pupil. Aqiaomu stopped attacking as if he was nailed to the spot.
