The wheels rolled on the dry, charred ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fall of the Floating Fortress from the sky did not change much of the terrain, but it also had a great impact: especially in the areas of high-energy impact, where all the vegetation died, and the ground became dry and hard and lacked moisture. Perhaps the effects of radiation, magic, or something else were much more than they seemed, as there had been more than one rain so far, but no new life seemed to emerge from the hardened dirt.

White Ash had clearly used his power to the limit. "Fifteen sight distances......" he gasped as he said to the driver with difficulty. "At least within fifteen sight ranges, there is no sign of enemy activity......"

This is the limit of his abilities. In fact, it is not impossible to look beyond fifteen sight distances, but it is not accurate, and it is easy to miss it. But the distance of fifteen sight distances is enough to be great, even if you have doubts, but looking at it, it is estimated that there are only about a dozen soldiers sent by Kecha Goat.

Of course, this is not something that cannot be explained. Perhaps Kecha Goyat had misjudged and thought that such a detachment would be enough to wipe them out. Maybe there weren't many soldiers around Kecha Goyat to be mobilized, and only a few men and horses could barely be transferred. But in any case, fifteen sight ranges was a long enough distance to keep him from worrying about new enemies popping up for the time being.

"I'm going to go in and have a look," Ash said, pinching the ring on his hand. For ordinary people, they simply don't have access to buy magic rings. But for a warlock like him, it's really just a matter of money. To be honest, the bald head had been completely unresponsive for so long. Unlike the bald head, he wasn't the type to be good at fighting, or rather, he didn't intend to fight in the first place.

If even the bald head is planted or caught in a bitter battle, he doesn't think he can be of any use in joining in.

But a direct retreat will not work either. As I said earlier, it would be fine if Aqi or the bald head died, but what if they survived? What would they think of him? Aqi would be fine, even if she was a nobleman, she was just an ordinary woman. If you are left in such a place, nine out of ten will not be able to return alive. But bald heads are different. Ash didn't want to meet a bald head again someday—especially when no one else was present.

All he had to do was give a reason to retreat. He can retreat as long as he once made the gesture that he had penetrated deep into the ruins to reinforce his companions (whether he encountered enemies or not). There is a driver who is a witness for him, and there is a reason that can explain the past, and that's about it. Then go to a safe place and repeat the contact. If Aqi and they are really safe, then they can naturally pick them up again. On the contrary, if you can't wait for someone for a day or two, then Bai Ash can retreat even if he has done his duty. Even if Aqi will give a bad review afterwards, it is worth it compared to the immediate risk.

He had never thought of fighting for a place or anything - he didn't want to die in such a small task when the balance came, everyone was in the rear, and everyone was in the rear. If it weren't for the bald head as a teammate, he wouldn't have seen this operation as a mission where he could make a little money without incident.

"What about me?" the driver asked.

"Sit in the car and keep the engine running. White Ash ordered, believing that the driver's situation was similar to his, and that he would not resist the order. "I'll look for it, and I'll be back as soon as there's any danger. ”

He didn't worry about the driver running away—it was too much to even run as a warlock, so he didn't believe that the driver would dare to run away alone.

With the command of a will, heterogeneous magic flows through the body. He easily jumped out of a height that a normal human would not have been able to jump to, grabbed a broken metal pole, and climbed to the floating fortress from one side. Although this position is inconvenient to enter, it is very safe, and it is impossible for the enemy to set up any ambush here.

At the thought of the scythe of the Kecha Goyat soldier, White Ash suddenly felt a pang of tension. A lot of people want to get ahead in war (and the battlefield is indeed the easiest place to get ahead), but he doesn't. He really doesn't have much of an ideal, so he worked hard to develop his talent for scouting from the start. His ideal is to make some money, live safely, and live a leisurely life, until one day he is at the end of his age, and he is dying on a hospital bed.

Over here...... If he's not mistaken, it's where the bald head goes in. Because the ruins were so large, everyone was originally scattered, and almost everyone chose one direction to find the entrance. It turned out to be a really stupid move. The ruins are full of entrances to the interior, and there is no need for everyone to look for them separately. In fact, when the soldiers of Kecha Goyat appeared, everyone found the entrance in time and entered the ruins.

Just wait here, the driver can't see or hear from below anyway. White Ash thought to himself, and walked to the entrance, a huge opening in the outer armor layer that had been torn by the impact of the fall. It's so big enough for three cars to drive into, and the inside aisles can be seen through the cracks.

He adjusted the power of the magic ring, intensifying almost all of his senses, and then—he could hear footsteps distinctly.

Slight and fast footsteps, someone running towards this side from inside the ruins. And this speed...... Either they were magically blessed humans, or they had to be the soldiers of Kecha Goat.

It was a very brief moment, and even before he was still hesitating, a figure had appeared in front of him.

Bai Ash instantly relieved his heart, it was bald. To say that this physical feature is really obvious, it can be recognized at a glance. The bald head rushed out of the crack, stopped the moment he saw the white ash, and was stunned. He looked sluggish and had blood on one hand. Even the combat uniform on his body and the sleeves were dyed red.

Anyone can see that the bald head does not look like it is safe and sound, in fact, it is more like a hasty escape. After seeing the white ash, the bald head stopped, weakly holding on to a protruding metal plate on the side, gasping for breath. Even if he was obviously weakened by the blessing of magic, in fact, if it weren't for the blessing of magic, he would have been lying down long ago.

"Ah......" Ash noticed the bald head, and there was no one else inside. "What about the others......"

"I'm sorry," said the bald head, "and his voice sounded vague and muddy, "I only have time...... I only had time to come out alone. ”

It's not your fault...... This sentence almost came out of the white ash's mouth. However, he knew that the other party was a proud and confident person, and he could neither bear criticism nor comfort. But that's okay, it's done anyway. For now, this situation is a good thing for him. In short, he no longer had to wait here for torment—the fear of the unknown was always the hardest—and it was only right to get in the car and leave.

Of course, it is a tragedy that Aqi and they can't go back, but this tragedy has nothing to do with him. He's done his best, hasn't he? What can a powerful warlock like Bald Head barely do to escape on his own? No one can blame him.

"Give me a hand, friend. The bald head said, holding out his injured hand towards Ash. The wound on that hand seemed to have been cut by the sharp claws of a fierce beast, deep to the bone, and I don't know how much blood was shed. Even now, the bleeding cannot be said to have completely stopped.

However, the wound did not look like it was inflicted by the scythe of the soldiers of Kecha Goat. Of course, this can be explained - for example, being knocked out in the middle of a fight, and something sharp gets into it. However, if White Ash could have thought about it for a longer period of time, he might have remembered how it was possible to be knocked away by the enemy in his bald fighting style, that is, in his force field enchantment?

He held his bald hand in his hand. The bald hands were dry, cold to the touch, and sticky, like pinching a piece of rotten wood that had been soaked long enough in ice water. The touch almost made his hair stand on end, and a strong sense of foreboding suddenly rushed into his mind, and for a moment, his instinct shouted a loud warning, ordering him to flee immediately.

But his sanity quickly drove out the illogical instinct. The bald head was defeated and injured, and in this case, it is reasonable to ask for a "hand". And on what grounds did he object? He maximized the magic of the ring, listened intently, and was convinced that the pursuers behind the bald head were not chasing so closely. He still had plenty of time to get out of here with a bald head.

"We left right away and luckily the car was right next to us. He said this, turning his head to look at the bald face. The bald face carried unmistakable sadness.

"I'm sorry, friend," the bald head whispered. "I'm sorry. ”

He felt a strange thrust in his back. The power was so sudden and so powerful that it took him a few seconds to realize that there was an extra hand on his chest at some point, holding a bright red mass of flesh that was still twitching and wriggling. Then, it took a few more seconds for him to realize that the lump was actually his heart.

The hand clenched without a trace of hesitation, and instantly crumpled the heart into a ball of rotten flesh that could never be recovered.

"You ......" was the last voice in his life. In fact, the voice never left his throat at all, and disappeared into nothingness. He leaned on his bald body and slowly fell, blood spurting out of the large hole in his chest that had been pierced back and forth like a spring.

The bald head is fixed, and he opens his source as he has just learned. At this moment, he felt that the origin of another warlock belonged to him in front of him. It had broken away from its owner's lifeless body, but it still struggled and writhed in the void, like a living piece of cloth covered with fine lines. If it weren't sensed in a special way, it would die quietly in the midst of its struggle.

But this time, the bald head attracted it with his origins. It's like using a net to fish through the void, trying to absorb the origin of the warlock, the indescribable source of magic into himself.

The bald head lowered his head and gasped for breath. "Devouring" is real and not lying at all. He directly absorbed part of the other party's origin into himself. At that moment, he clearly felt the growth of his magic origin.

That's right, this is "devouring". A magic that allows a Warlock to draw power from the death of another Warlock. Evil and spooky, but simple and effective. After trying it once, the bald head was convinced that he was right. Really, this trip is really worth coming over, he didn't do anything wrong, nothing wrong at all. According to the principle of one risk, one return, this gain is worth any risk a warlock takes.

When he goes back, he doesn't have to take any risks, he just needs to go to the hospital or a nursing home or something like that and stay every day. His magic will ...... quickly Powerful beyond the reach of any warlock. Of course, the premise is to be able to go back.

The bald head turned around, and his enemies were already after him. This is quite normal, although the other party is inferior to him in strength, but after the void, she can pass through any obstacle (maybe not any, but most of the time).

At this moment, this woman with the same purpose as him has condensed the entity in front of him. A faint blue glow surrounded her. She didn't have a battle suit, her magic just flowed naturally, and the blue-white light flickered.

Can you win? He thinks he can. Now, he has recovered thirty percent of his strength, and he never believes that the other party can continue to consume.