Looking at the empty screen in front of him, Yuan Shu clenched his fists. Eucommia ulmoides has been gone for too long. It has been so long and there is still no news. This makes everyone on the podium very uneasy. .
With his eyes fixed on the screen, Yuan Shu's eyes did not leave the open screen for a moment, and his expression became more solemn.
The body staggered slightly, and Yuan Shu suddenly felt a dazzling feeling. The screen in front of him actually rotated, and then the entire podium rotated in front of Yuan Shu's eyes. The feeling of the world spinning made Yuan Shu's legs go limp.
His right hand suddenly pressed on the handle of the command seat, and Yuan Shu steadied his body. He opened his eyes hard and saw clearly that on the command platform in front of him, gray air currents were slowly gathering.
"Do you feel dizzy?" Yuan Shu asked, looking at the veteran beside him.
His eyes fell on the veteran, and looking at the solemn look on his face, Yuan Shu understood that what was supposed to come had finally come.
He took off the giant ax behind him with his left hand, and the ax blade struck the ground heavily. Yuan Shu stepped on the end of the ax blade and scanned the entire podium with his sharp eyes.
Waves of black energy, like water flow, flowed in front of Yuan Shu.
"Uncle's aura..." Yuan Shu looked at the figure that appeared in front of him. He would not admit his mistake. This is the aura of his uncle, the aura of domineering blood.
With his left foot on the ax blade, Yuan Shu looked at the person who looked like a pool of mud in front of him. The face made of black mud slowly condensed into the appearance of Yuan Tingkai.
Perhaps Yuan Tinghuan knew from the beginning that in Yuan Shu's heart, Yuan Tingkai's status was far more important than his own father. Perhaps Yuan Shu was more like Yuan Tingkai's son.
His eyes swept across the podium indifferently, and Yuan Tinghuan, who was as black as mud, locked his eyes on Yuan Shu.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the mud-like arm slowly condensed into a black sword, with black mud slowly flowing down the blade.
The blade was pointed at Yuan Shu, and Yuan Tingkai's face covered in mud showed only endless indifference.
Complex emotions flashed across Yuan Shu's face. Facing his uncle who was once like a father, Yuan Shu was speechless for a moment.
"Uncle, you shouldn't have appeared here!" Yuan Shu naturally understood what it meant when Yuan Tingkai suddenly appeared on the command platform among the heavily concealed northern coalition forces.
"..." There was silence, Yuan Tingkai did not respond to Yuan Shu at all, and he completely lost the love he had for his nephew in the past.
Noisy voices rang out on the podium, and everyone began to talk. These people naturally knew the relationship between Yuan Shu and Yuan Tinghuan, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it.
It's just that they didn't expect that Yuan Shu would actually call the man who broke into the military formation and the command podium, uncle, on the command podium, in full view of the public, and in front of so many eyes of the northern coalition forces.
At this time, Yuan Shu looked at Yuan Tingkai in front of him, his eyes showing a bit of heartache, but more of helplessness and entanglement.
"..."
The chirping sounds of these generals and commanders who used to be overwhelming in the past, and their ability to gossip are also as majestic as theirs.
Listening to the various discussions in his ears, Yuan Shu ordered loudly.
"Everyone shut up!"
But how could these people listen to Yuan Shu? Not only did the chatter increase, but some people looked at Yuan Shu provocatively and said, "A rebel from the southern capital dares to make a mistake in the northern army!"
Yuan Shu listened to the discussions of those people and knew that he was not enough to calm the public opinion. Even if Eucommia left a military order before leaving, these people might not care. As a last resort, Yuan Shu took out Eucommia and gave it to him.
"The Order of the Lion King of the Red Lion Legion is here, please stand down!"
Yuan Shu roared loudly, his eyes scanning everyone's faces indifferently.
"This is my business, you'd better not interfere!"
With that said, Yuan Shu slowly stuffed the token into his waist, just enough to pin it on his belt so that everyone could see the token on his body.
As soon as the token came out, everyone's comments disappeared, but their eyes still looked at Yuan Shu with some dissatisfaction.
They couldn't understand why the Red Lion Army, one of the three armies in the north, would hand over the Lion King's Order to a person from the Southern Capital, but they only dared to be angry and dare not speak out. No one dared to challenge the Lion King's prestige. .
Everyone retreated to the edge of the podium. Only Yuan Shu and Yuan Tingkai were left on the podium.
"Are you really going to do this?" Yuan Shu's right hand slowly grasped the handle of the axe, and his gaze at Yuan Tingkai became much sharper.
A long time ago, Eucommia had asked, Yuan Tinghuan was Yuan Shu's father, why Yuan Shu did not choose to reconcile with his father, or stood aside and did not get involved in this matter.
Yuan Shu answered Eucommia's question without thinking. As a soldier, he must be responsible for his own identity. He should do what he should do to protect him, not help others.
But when Du Zhong asked Yuan Shu if he would take action if he met his uncle Yuan Tingkai, Yuan Shu hesitated.
For Yuan Shu, his father has always been a missing role. Instead, he is an uncle, which makes it difficult for Yuan Shu to let go. Even until now, Yuan Shu is willing to believe Yuan Tingkai's excuse.
But when Yuan Tingkai really stood on the opposite side of Yuan Shu, Yuan Shu understood that feeling. It was not hesitation, but the pain of being unable to choose when family affection and inner justice conflicted.
Yuan Shu clenched the ax handle tightly, his eyes gradually became cold, and the original joy at his uncle's appearance gradually dissipated.
"My good son, his status in your heart is indeed more important than mine." Yuan Tinghuan saw Yuan Shu's hesitation through Yuan Tingkai's eyes.
At that moment, in Yuan Tinghuan's heart, he was not annoyed at having ignored Yuan Shu all these years, but instead became more determined to want the world to be assimilated.
"Don't worry, when you become a mutant, I will definitely let you become a king." Yuan Tinghuan's hand gently stretched out to the woman in front of him.
His fingers gently touched the woman's face, her eyes full of love, "At that time, our family of three can be reunited."
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The black broadsword swept across Yuan Shu's head. Yuan Shu leaned back and was almost close to the ground to avoid the knife. He clenched the ax handle tightly with his right hand to prevent him from falling.
The people around looked at Yuan Shu and Yuan Tingkai fighting mercilessly, and their eyes became much calmer, and the dissatisfaction and ridicule in their eyes gradually dissipated.
Leaning back, Yuan Shu lifted the handle of the ax with his right hand, and the ax blade struck Yuan Tingkai's body from bottom to top.
The sharp ax blade fell on Yuan Tinghuan's armpit, easily cutting off Yuan Tinghuan's left arm. Yuan Shu also held the giant ax tightly, turned behind him and retreated.
Looking at the chopped off arm, it turned into a puddle of black mud when it fell on the ground, and reassembled at Yuan Tingkai's feet, and a new arm grew out of Yuan Tingkai's shoulder.
Yuan Tingkai, who is completely in the state of a virion, is just a pile of clay figures. If the poisonous core of the virus in Yuan Tingkai's body is not destroyed, no matter how many times he is hurt, Yuan Tingkai will return to his original appearance.
"Hu~hu~" Yuan Shu gasped. The two had fought for hundreds of rounds. There were already several knife marks on his armor. Although there was no cut on his body, the impact was real. On Yuan Shu's body.
"Yuan Shu, let me help you!" The veteran who was communicating with Yuan Shu took a step forward and was about to charge at Yuan Tingkai with his sword.
But before his body could rush out, he was blocked by Yuan Shu.
"This is a matter between me and him. Don't interfere. Keep an eye on the direction of Nandu. Once you see Commander Du's signal, you will send troops straight to Nandu."
Yuan Shu stopped the veteran, adjusted his lying position with his right hand, raised the giant ax again, and slowly turned it, aiming the ax blade at Yuan Tingkai.
"I want to see how many times you can reshape yourself!" Yuan Shu still remembered the physical reshaping he had seen when he faced those mutants of Yuan Tinghuan.
Those bodies that are almost entirely composed of viruses are more like assemblers of viruses pieced together. As long as the core is not destroyed, they can be reorganized again.
Yuan Shu firmly believed in his heart that the person standing in front of him at this moment was no longer his uncle Yuan Tingkai, but a real mutant.
Behind Yuan Tingkai, several streaks of black mud slowly condensed, turning into needles and stabbing at Yuan Shu.
Holding the giant ax in one hand, and pushing hard on the ground with his legs slightly bent, Yuan Shu dodged backwards at an extremely fast speed, retreating to the edge of the podium in the blink of an eye.
Where Yuan Shu was standing just now, the black needles penetrated directly through the steel plate on the floor of the podium, leaving only a few dark holes.
Yuan Tingkai didn't give Yuan Shu a chance to react. He jumped up and chased Yuan Shu. He held the big sword made of black mud in his right hand and struck directly at Yuan Shu.
The giant ax was lying in front of him. Yuan Shu also grasped the handle of the ax tightly with his left hand and blocked Yuan Tingkai's knife.
The body took a few steps back, the soles of his feet stepped on the edge of the podium, his arms were bent, and his hands were level with his shoulders. Yuan Shu's arms had begun to tremble. After fighting Yuan Shu for hundreds of rounds in a row, his body was already on the verge of exhaustion.
There are bursts of black smoke floating in the sky. It is the smoke after the war has swept across. It is the horn of the war and the flag of the battlefield.
Lin Zihan looked up at the black smoke in the sky, frowned slightly, and began to look around.
"I have never seen that person before!" Lin Zihan looked at Zhang Zheng who was trapped in the void, with a look of panic and uneasiness in his eyes.
"Commander Du, who is in charge of the command post?" Lin Zihan suddenly became alert. He felt that Yuan Tinghuan would never be so simple, and there must be another conspiracy behind it.
"Yuan Shu~!"
When he heard Eucommia ulmoides' answer, Lin Zihan felt like a thunderbolt struck his head. He understood Yuan Tinghuan's intentions. The family relationship between Yuan Shu and Yuan Tingkai had always been a knot in Yuan Tinghuan's heart, and it was also what he could not tolerate the most.
