Just before Welling fell to the ground, his right hand was about to touch the ground first.
Before his right hand touched the ground, he had already drawn out the black sword that symbolized the identity of the warlock while he was falling.
His right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the hilt struck the ground heavily.
A few cracks appeared on the crystallized hard ground.
The huge force caused Wei Ling's body to rise into the air strangely, and while rising into the air, he had completed the adjustment of his body posture.
Wei Ling closed his eyes slightly and bowed slightly, like a boneless spiritual snake, snaking towards the sniper direction!
The remnant enemy obviously did not expect that his "sure hit" shot would not kill the warlock on the other side, but the other side unexpectedly came towards me with a cold weapon in hand!
However, the other party also concluded that Welling had been shot through the changes in Welling's body shape.
Although he didn't see his opponent's blood splattering, he had every confidence that he had hit his opponent!
Welling has seen that the remaining enemy is a young blond man with blue eyes.
In fact, he should have been seriously injured. There were blood marks on the corners of his mouth, eyes and ears that had not yet completely solidified.
The blond man stared closely at Wei Ling, who was coming quickly from left to right, up and down, with firm and cold eyes.
He quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun and locked onto Welling again.
At the moment when Welling jumped up and changed his path, he predicted Welling's landing point and at the same time performed a "sure hit" again!
The muzzle of the gun trembled, and the large-caliber bullets were gone as promised.
Immediately, the blond man dropped the gun, gasped for air, and closed his eyes slightly.
He had exhausted his mental energy and used up the last of his physical energy.
In the previous air raid, he was very lucky. He was not in the center of the thermobaric bomb, but a few hundred meters away from the explosion point.
But the huge shock wave had already caused severe damage to his internal organs.
In order to resist the high temperature and suffocation, he used the Golden Spirit Warlock's "Golden Body" technique one after another. This was already a near-mid-level technique among the Golden Spirit Warlocks, and it consumed a lot of energy.
However, after finally retreating to the periphery, before he could recover, he discovered the imperial militia cleaning up the battlefield!
The needling sensation that appeared again between his eyebrows did not surprise Wei Ling. On the contrary, it was what he expected.
In his sharp eyes, he did not look at everything around him, but stared at the trembling muzzle of the gun.
The moment he changed his trajectory and jumped up, Welling saw the flash of gunfire.
Under normal circumstances, once a person jumps up, he cannot change his direction and landing point because there is nothing to provide force.
Welling naturally cannot change this situation, unless he can solidify the local air, or use water spirit magic to create an ice brick at a certain location, turning it into a fulcrum that can withstand the force of changing direction.
Obviously Welling doesn't have this ability yet.
The enemy naturally knows this too.
But Welling still jumped up. He calculated that the enemy would place the target of the next shot at the landing point after he jumped up.
This is an opportunity that you give to the other party, and you have no choice but to do so, because this is a temptation that the other party cannot ignore at this distance.
However, the enemy can never calculate it. Although Welling cannot change the impact point of his body, he has the fulcrum to change the direction of the bullet.
The sword in his right hand had already passed in front of Welling as the muzzle flashed.
A bullet that was "certain to hit" was cut into Welling's chest by the sword blade that arrived at high speed, turning into two pieces of metal that broke and changed trajectories during the rotation.
A piece of debris flew to the outside, and a piece of debris hit Welling's arm at an angle, without even breaking his uniform.
All of this seemed to be within Welling's expectation. He didn't know what the state of the enemy was. He didn't know what the level of the warlock was, and he couldn't judge it through a low-level "sure-hit" spell.
But Welling knew that he had to close the distance to have any chance of winning.
This is true even if the opponent is an intermediate warlock.
Why? He relies on his strong physical strength, all-round original magic ability, super powerful computing power, and the "data torrent" and "brainstorming" as a last resort.
All these abilities must be realized within five meters of the opponent.
Just after Welling cut through the opponent's bullet, his right foot landed at the predetermined position.
The body rushes forward, its movements are erratic and strange, and it never gives the opponent a chance to lock in.
In just a few breaths, the distance between them instantly shortened to about a hundred meters.
In Welling's prediction, at this position, the opponent should still have a chance to fire a shot. This is also the last shot that the opponent can use the firearm.
Welling has even preset actions to give his opponent a chance to shoot, as well as how to crack the evasion strategy.
However, this shot did not come as promised.
Wei Ling felt awe-struck and became more cautious, but it did not affect his speed at all.
In an instant, Wei Ling was already less than thirty meters away from the other party.
Welling had already seen the reclining figure of the blond man.
An ice arrow and a fireball, accompanied by the black sword, all shot towards the blond man leaning against the rocks!
The ice arrow and the sword pierced the man's chest almost at the same time, and the fireball exploded in front of the man, causing him to be completely unrecognizable and his body in tatters.
Wei Ling did not expect that none of his attacks would be successful.
Through this situation, it was immediately judged that the man had actually suffered serious injuries. After two shots, he was completely exhausted and unable to recover.
Standing still, Wei Ling looked at the blond man coldly.
The man's eyes had been closed, his face was covered in bloodstains and burnt black, and his mouth was open and he was gasping for air. He was obviously dying.
"...Elaine...Elaine..."
From the corner of Wei Ling's eye, he saw Wan Tong and others charging towards them in a surprise attack.
He raised his right hand and grasped it with five fingers, making a "already mastered" gesture to his partners.
Wantong waited for the speed to slow down and came over slowly.
With a change of thought, Wei Ling cast a spell on the blond man:
Empathy!
…
The towering Shengyinfu Mountains reach into the clouds, and the snow-capped peaks that remain unchanged for thousands of years are close to the blue sky.
Green alpine pastures and wooden houses with roofs covered with thick moss.
Splashing stream, blond boys and girls playing in the water.
…
Many children with various tumors and growths on their heads and bodies are attacking a blond child huddled in the corner:
"Trash! Your family is all trash!"
…
A blond young man who performs various golden spiritual arts;
The blond girl with bright eyes and adoring gaze has become slim;
A blond young man holding flowers in his hands was wandering outside a wooden house, his hands trembling;
…
The endless dark night, the march, the dense mechanical locusts;
The rude and vulgar Revenant;
bitter and pungent spirits;
Exploding flames falling from the sky;
…
Dear... Elaine,
I...I am Kun...
I feel like a hero...
The battle has come... to the end...
…
Countless scenes flashed quickly in the sea of spiritual consciousness.
After a moment, endless darkness swallowed everything.
Wei Ling slowly opened his eyes, and the focus of his pupils slowly gathered.
"Brother Welling, you were shot, are you okay?"
"Captain, are you injured?"
"Captain, he is dead. Is he a warlock?"
Information from Wantong, Wuhuang and Shou Gong came in a flurry.
Welling shook his head, as if to throw away the role ambiguity brought about by "empathy":
"Yes, he is the Golden Spirit Warlock among the enemies. He was seriously injured before we arrived..."
Wellington paused, feeling the pain and soreness in his shoulder socket again:
"He was shot, but I applied my ability to the bullet in time. The power was not as strong as expected, and there was some internal damage... It's okay. You can put him away and check the surroundings."
"Okay, Captain!"
"Okay, brother Wei Ling, please rest first."
…
Watching Wantong and the others take out the black body bags and put the enemy's corpses in them, Wei Ling walked aside, sat on the ground, and stared at the sky in the distance.
To be honest, he never wanted to use empathy towards his enemies again if it wasn't necessary.
No matter what the opponent's position is, the other party is always of the same kind. Once you empathize, you will definitely understand what the other party is thinking.
They did not expect that the surviving enemies were not only the warlock named "Kun", but also a wilderness hunter who was on the periphery during the air raid, and a Xixuan sergeant.
However, these two people were already nearby, holding on for dear life, waiting for rescue.
When Sergeant Xixuan saw the imperial militia wearing an exoskeleton, his first reaction was to struggle and raise the weapon in his hand, trying to fight back against Wantong.
Wantong did not hesitate, and the "Pianist Modified Type II" anti-material machine gun spit out tongues of fire in an instant, beating the opponent into a sieve.
What Yun Zhuo met was the dying wilderness hunter.
The man was leaning against a big tree. His mouth was still bleeding, but his hands were hurriedly holding the intestines that had burst out of his abdomen.
As soon as he saw Yun Zhu, the ferocious-looking wilderness hunter with bloodstains no longer cared about his own intestines. He picked up the gun beside him and pointed it at the panicked Yun Zhu.
"Don't force me, don't force me..."
Yun Zhuo was so frightened that he was sweating profusely and muttering to himself.
He even forgot about the armed voice shield, and even Wei Ling, Wan Tong and Yun Zhugong could hear his panicked murmurs.
Fortunately, Yun Zhuo's hands were more normal than his brain. A huge magnetic storm energy hit the wilderness hunter's chest, making a big hole there, and the big tree behind the hole was almost crumbling.
The Revenant Hunter tilted his head, with a mysterious smile on his face, staring at the cloud axis, slowly falling down.
"You forced me...you forced me..."
"Yunzhi, you did a great job!"
Wei Ling's voice imprinted itself into Yun Zhuo's mind in time.
Hearing Wei Ling's encouragement, Yun Zhuo stabilized his mind and swayed.
He subconsciously touched his mascot on his chest. The black stone bead had already been warmed and considerate by his body temperature.
After calming down, Yun Zhuo still looked a little frightened, but he stopped mumbling to himself.
…
Just when Welling was trying to lead the three people to search again, several black spots appeared in the sky in the direction of the empire.
A moment later, four huge streamlined ferocious vehicles appeared above the explosion point.
Looking at the dark hull and the special gray animal pattern painting, Welling judged that this was a regular vehicle of the Western Wasteland Legion, the Empire's "Blue Bird Class" flying vehicle.
The "Blue Bird" has the characteristics of fast flight speed, long endurance, sturdy body, high payload and certain stealth capabilities. Its corresponding Xixuan Federation vehicle is a "Manta Ray" class aircraft.
The cabins of the four "Blue Birds" were opened one by one, and dozens of sergeants wearing the "brave warriors" of the Western Wasteland Army's standard exoskeleton jumped out.
Several sets of huge material supply platforms were also slowly put down.
These supply platforms are in an octagonal shape and feel like an enhanced version of the "Mountain Ghost". The entire platform is covered with anti-material armor, and the black light flashes with a ferocious cold light.
"All members of the Fifth Patrol Team of the Thirteenth Regiment of the Imperial Militia received the order. This area will be taken over by the Western Wasteland Army in the future. Please take away the existing trophies and quickly return to the barrier support range!"
A military order was directly printed into the thoughts of Wei Ling and others.
Wei Ling, Wan Tong and others looked at each other, gave a military salute to the legionnaire who was obviously the leader, and immediately withdrew in the direction they came from.
