One person and one sword, just looking at each other.
The dripping rain continued to fall, gradually extinguishing the scattered flames next to the crater.
The ignorant Weapon Spirit Freak was silent for a long time.
Although he had no eyes, he could feel the unique aura exuded by this man with his mental power.
That is an attitude full of free and uninhibited attitude.
Just like the smell of grass rising after rain in the forest, it seems to have a natural feeling of being close to nature.
A whooshing sound~~~
A swift stream of light suddenly streaked across the void, and a strong force field atmosphere immediately enveloped the original site of the dry lake.
next moment--
A vigorous figure fell from the sky and landed just in front of the young man and the iron sword.
"Yo, big guy!"
Still squatting next to the rusty iron sword.
The young man raised his hand in a weak gesture, which was regarded as a greeting, and he had no intention of getting up at all.
"Has the battlefield been cleared? We really have to camp in this damn place tonight. What to do with the wounded? Also, have all the monsters nearby been cleared out?"
A series of questions can't help but make people feel anxious.
He drooped his eyelids.
The sturdy man in front of him had long golden hair and was wearing a simple military uniform. At this moment, he was already speechless to the young man.
He was one of the seven heroes who later established the Emirate of Barcelona and ushered in the era of the Night Watch - Camp Blaise.
"Everything has been arranged, you don't need to worry."
Cross your arms and legs.
The tall Kemp looked at the horizon in the distance and said thoughtfully: "It has been more than a month since we came out of the shelter, but we have not even explored one-tenth of the area."
There was a pause.
Kemp sighed: "But the casualties were very heavy. At least half of the people were killed by monsters in the battle..."
Global catastrophe, doomsday is coming.
At this time, human beings were still struggling to survive, and the only night watchmen who could compete head-on with the monsters were even pitifully small in number.
"I said, Xuanyuan Feng."
That's it.
Kemp frowned and couldn't help complaining: "It's time for you to try to tame a freak. You obviously have talents that are no less than mine, but you just keep doing nothing."
"What's wrong with being idle?"
Pouring his lips indifferently, the young Xuanyuan Feng shrugged his shoulders and said cynically: "Should I say it or not, you guys are really too involved."
Say it.
Kemp was immediately stunned on the spot, and for a while he couldn't understand what the so-called involution meant.
"Well......"
Seeing the other person's face confused.
Xuanyuan Feng quickly explained forcefully: "It means that you are too simple-minded. You can only use brute force to do things, but you don't know how to use your brain. That's probably what it means."
The forehead is covered with black lines.
Kempton was speechless for a while. The young man in front of him often spoke shocking words, and all kinds of incomprehensible words came out in an endless stream, which was already familiar to people.
True.
In order to deal with the monsters in the wild, almost everyone is trying their best to develop their biological force field potential according to the instructions of Camp and others.
What's even more frightening is that most people who successfully obtain force field talents have almost no idea about choosing to arm monsters.
Regardless of program or category.
As long as the freak is captured alive, everyone will try it, and if it doesn't work, they will try another one.
In Xuanyuan Feng's eyes, this practice of having breasts means being a mother is simply a classic example of illiteracy.
"Haha, use your brain...that's easy to say."
He shook his head silently.
Kemp looked helpless and said in frustration: "At this time, there is no condition to pay attention to it at all. Not everyone is like you and me, possessing relatively powerful force field talents. The vast majority of human beings, as long as they can awaken a little bit, My biological force field is already very valuable."
"There are too many freaks in the wild. Faced with this situation, we humans are too weak at this stage..."
He pondered for a moment.
Kemp sighed lightly and said with a wry smile: "The top priority is to increase the number of night watchmen as soon as possible and establish the civilized order that the human world should have in the shortest possible time. I also know that everyone is eager for quick success, but there is no way. thing."
"For future generations of humanity to survive..."
His eyes are as bright as a torch.
Camp emphasized word by word: "In our generation, someone must take the initiative to stand up and fight the thunder."
The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade.
As pioneers in the post-apocalyptic wasteland era, all Night Watchmen, including Kemp, are sacrificing themselves for the survival of mankind.
"Forget it, everyone has his own ambitions."
He stood up and curled his lips.
Xuanyuan Feng changed the topic and said with a smile: "Just now, weren't you still urging me to find a pleasing freak to tame and become a qualified night watchman as soon as possible?"
Hear the words.
Kemp, who was not mentally prepared at all, was suddenly startled, and quickly said with great excitement: "You kid, have you finally figured it out!?"
"I'll let someone make the arrangements. No matter what, I'll find a powerful freak for you!"
Said.
The warm-hearted Kemp immediately turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!"
He quickly stopped the other party.
Xuanyuan Feng drooped his eyelids and complained: "Those people under your command have aesthetic problems. The weirdos they fall in love with are all arrogant and have no connotation at all."
"Then what do you mean..." Kemp wondered.
"This is it!"
Pointing to the iron sword stuck upside down on the ground not far away, Xuanyuan Feng smiled knowingly and said happily: "This sword is my armed freak."
As soon as these words came out.
Only then did Camp notice the Weapon Spirit Freak who had been hiding his aura.
turn out to be.
Ever since Kemp showed up, the Weapon Spirit Freak in the Iron Sword has sensed Kemp's power and the smell of blood exuded by the violent and capricious "Glutton" in his body.
Ever since.
This monster of a weapon spirit actually chose to be patient and restrained all opportunities.
"This guy......"
Frowning.
Kemp pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "No wonder I haven't discovered this guy. He is an ordinary guy and not a particularly powerful freak. Do you really want to tame him?"
"Well, I've decided."
Ignoring Kemp's slightly disgusted look.
Xuanyuan Feng took a step forward and said, "Because I can hear the sound of its voice."
All of a sudden.
The iron sword on the ground trembled slightly, and waves of spiritual power burst out.
As for Kemp on the side, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his expression filled with shock and disbelief.
If an ordinary wild freak wants to speak human words, he must evolve to a certain level to be able to do so.
Kemp, one of the Seven Heroes, defines that powerful freak as a rare "super level".
Although the iron sword in front of me is a bit weird, its strength is obviously far from that level.
But there are exceptions to everything.
Whether you believe it or not, there will always be individuals in this world whose ideologies are very consistent.
Like strong winds and torrential rain, like dry wood and blazing fire.
Since Xuanyuan Feng claimed that he could communicate with this weird weapon spirit without any obstacles.
That can only explain one problem——
The consciousness between him and this freak is extremely consistent, and even if there is no contractual relationship, they can still communicate with each other.
This is basically an innate connection, and it can also be called a legendary fate.
