Defenders?
Zhou Jinru's original intention was to ask Carter to give the car to her, but she said a puzzling word. Don't people in the dream world have a shield value?
He didn't have time to think so much and said smoothly: "Okay, I am a defender, are you willing to listen to me now?"
"What's your plan?"
"I need your car, and the rest is my job. That's all. If you look at me like this, I may not be able to give you any compensation..."
"No, this is what I should do."
Carter stepped on the brakes and the car slowly stopped on the side of the road. She looked at Zhou Jinru almost in admiration, as if she was looking at some rare treasure.
Zhou Jinru couldn't help but ask: "Do you know the defenders well?"
"The first generation of defenders saved mankind from the hands of monsters. They were passed down from generation to generation. The last time they appeared was in the battle to exterminate the Terminators. All the defenders who still had conscience died there, and finally bought our freedom. "
Carter clenched his fists, raised his hands devoutly, and made a standard salute to Zhou Jinru.
Zhou Jinru looked at his movements and tried to ask in a calm tone: "Why are you sure that I am the defender?"
"Because only defenders have special abilities like you, we always firmly believe that when danger arises, defenders will appear again to save everything."
Immediately afterwards, Carter read a prayer: "He is the son of the world. He was born to shed all his blood to protect the world. After death, he turned into a torch to dispel the darkness. The world is also proud of him."
Zhou Jinru had heard this passage. After Mei joined Rhode Island, he recited this passage. It was originally from the mouth of the undead, and there was also a passage about the relationship between humans and gods.
"hope so."
Zhou Jinru sat in the driver's seat, started the car and turned around. His target was the Balrog that was constantly advancing towards the hinterland of the city.
Zhou Jinru's plan was very simple. He drove his car to sprint across a dangerous distance at high speed, and then used the rigid shield to forcefully break through. Finally, he came into contact with Ifrit and released the Balrog state.
As for whether he could succeed, he couldn't say, but some things had to be done after all, and he couldn't sit back and wait for death.
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Helmer walked slowly, and the white-faced owl gave her treatment, but the psychological trauma could not be easily recovered.
She has been doubting herself to the point where she is stuck in a conflict and unable to extricate herself.
Did that experiment come from the source of all suffering?
She didn't know, couldn't understand.
"Hermer, where are you going?"
Ifrit's voice came from not far behind him, and Helmer couldn't help but look back. The Sakaz girl, covered in flames, walked towards her step by step. Her eyes were full of violence, and the palms of her hands Inside, a blazing fireball rolled.
"Little Eve, I..."
Hermer's voice was stuck and he didn't know how to continue speaking.
The white-faced owl said calmly: "Little Eve, what do you want to do?"
"Sister White-faced Owl, please don't interfere. This matter has nothing to do with you."
The white-faced owl couldn't drag Hemmer, so he opened his hands to block her face: "Doctor Hemer is not a bad person, little Eve, what's wrong with you?"
"Get out of the way, I want to ask Hummer a few words."
Ifrit put his five fingers together and extinguished the fireball in his palm, sparks overflowing from his fingers.
The white-faced owl was motionless, with no intention of getting out of the way.
"bother."
An impatient look appeared on the face of the Sakaz girl. She stretched out her hand and swatted it forward. The raging heat wave rolled over, but her accuracy was far off. She missed the white-faced owl by more than ten meters and flew in another direction.
"Uh-huh!"
Ifrit had a look of pain on her face, holding her head and spinning around, almost falling.
"Go quickly, go quickly!"
The white-faced owl's expression condensed. This tone was exactly that of Ifrit. She seemed to be fighting for control with the monster in her body.
The white-faced owl did not dare to delay and pulled Hemo away. Ifrit was obviously at a disadvantage. Now he could only take further action if he found Ceria.
"Ha! Ha! I won't let you hurt Hemo. You made me make such a big fool of myself, and I won't let you go."
Ifrit staggered and knelt on the ground, holding his hands on the ground. The struggle in his eyes became weaker and weaker, and another tone came from his mouth: "Do you want to have my power? That kid who wanted to stop you just now, those of his men He was easily burned to ashes, and if he hadn't had the ability to heal, he would have died in our hands."
"Don't try to control me! As long as Ceria arrives, you will lose!"
"Hehehehe, is it true? I will burn her to ashes in front of you. Last time, she was just lucky!"
Ifrit suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with violence again!
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"Cough cough cough..."
Mephistopheles was holding on to the wall, his clothes all burnt to black. He finally escaped from the sea of fire. It was really scary. The violent herd was easily burned to ashes, and he didn't even create any trouble for the other party. He couldn't do it. Without Faust, he had no strength at all.
"What’s wrong with you?"
A woman's voice came to my ears. It was very familiar. She was the leader of the integration movement.
"Leader, that Balrog is terrifying."
Mephistopheles almost lost the energy to speak.
The dragon girl's strong hands helped him sit down by the wall: "You can rest here, and I will go there myself. Since the Balrog has been released, I have to kill it."
"leader!"
"Don't worry, this is for you, and also for..."
Mephistopheles didn't hear clearly for a while, but it didn't matter. The leader's strength was obvious to all members of the Integration Movement, so there was no need to worry.
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Zhou Jinru drove the car and stepped on the accelerator. The tire scraped a black mark on the hot ground, and it didn't take long for the tire to burst.
Holding the steering wheel with both hands, Zhou Jinru's mouth and nose felt hot, and the surface of his skin was covered in burns. Even the window glass cracked, and even hotter air rushed in.
The rigid shield dropped resolutely and steadily, but he was unwilling to give up. The Balrog in front of him suddenly stopped for a moment for some reason, giving him some free time to drive the car closer.
The plastic steering wheel gradually melted in his hands, the vehicle was scrapped on the spot, and thick black smoke came out of the engine hood. Zhou Jinru knew that he had to walk the rest of the way by himself.
He endured the severe pain all over his body and rushed out of the car. At this time, he was only two hundred meters away from the Balrog, and he could see the small figure in the shadow with the naked eye.
"It can still last for a while."
There was still less than half of the rigid shield. Zhou Jinru used the energy to sprint for 100 meters, using the pain to stimulate the adrenaline burst. He subconsciously felt that the pain had slowed down, but he knew that this was just an illusion. The remaining time of his life in the dream world could be Calculated in seconds.
