It's a valley full of flowers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This season, there shouldn't have been flowers. However, due to the specific topography and hot springs, the temperature here is much higher than outside. Flowers that weren't supposed to be there are blooming at this time.

The man staggered forward. But his strength had been exhausted, and his once-nimble feet were now as heavy as lead. In fact, not only the feet, but also the body are now sluggish as if they have been soaked in the sea water for thousands of years of rusty iron.

His foot hit a rock, which caused his body to immediately lose its balance and fall forward.

A flower was in his nose, and he could smell a rich fragrance mixed with the smell of blood, which was the smell of death.

He rolled over with all his might, and as he guessed, the enemy was already behind him. The other party was bored with a general-purpose rifle in his hand. It was the most common weapon in the mortal army. In a one-on-one situation, this weapon is as harmless to the warlock as a knife for peeling fruit. In other words, as long as you're not stupid enough to do anything and let the other party do whatever they want, or if you're caught off guard by surprise, this weapon won't hurt the warlock at all.

Of course, if this weapon was in the hands of another warlock, the situation would be completely different.

He struggled to gather the remnants of his magic, and red-black energy emerged from his hands, intertwining into a faint pattern. But he was too tired and weak, and the power of his magic was no longer enough to affect another warlock. Before his magic could do anything, he waved his hand, like the wind blowing away dust, and wiped his magic out of sight.

Then, the other party raised his gun.

Even if it's a warlock, even if it's magic, there's a limit to its power. In fact, without magical guardianship, warlocks are no different from ordinary people. Guns can also kill.

"For ...... Why ......," he asked, struggling. No, although he made a big mistake, but, even if it is a position of sympathy, he should not end up like this. He should be able to escape, and he will hide his identity as a warlock, incognito among ordinary people for years, until one day he will be sure that his mistakes will be forgotten, or at least not reappear in the public eye when he is sure that his mistakes are as shocking as they are now.

The so-called pursuit, which can be killed on the spot, etc., should be, and should only be official lines. He deserves to be pursued in such a desperate pursuit and end up with this result.

"Why?" the other party was also tired, but there was an indescribable smile on his face. "Because the world has changed. In the past, whether to kill a fugitive or not depended on one's mood, but now...... I'm sorry for myself if I don't kill you!"

An indescribable look appeared on his face, and then he remembered the rumor.

A slight and dense burst of gunfire was mixed with a dying scream. A few minutes later, there was a burst of laughter in the valley.

"It's true!

……

The succubus sat between two bushes, cleaning the metal shards from his body as he watched from afar the movements of the people at the foot of the mountain.

Speaking of which, there are so many people. There are probably hundreds of people. But it can't be helped. If there are not enough people, it is estimated that it will be impossible to move those guys wearing heavy exoskeleton armor out of the cave. For example, at the moment, there are not five or six people who can't drag the heavy exoskeleton armor.

The explosion before was really an unexpected thing and caused her quite serious damage. Until now, the various metal fragments stuck in her body have not been cleaned up.

Especially on her face, above her cheeks, several pieces of metal were embedded there, neither big nor small. It was really her luck that they didn't hurt her eyes.

The figure appeared. The guy who put a trap on the weapon that caused her to fall to where she is now!

The succubus's body didn't move, but her thread-like pupils dilated rapidly. Only this almost imperceptible detail made people understand her mood at the moment. She looked back at the hand that had once held the gun, and although it was healed by this time, the pain was still there.

This guy actually set such a trap for her, and she was really like a stupid little fool, easily fooled.

Her hand reached over her shoulder, and from there she hatefully pulled out a piece of metal with irregular edges, but sharp and sharp. If it were a normal human, it would have been like a spring of blood, but only a small amount of thin blood came out of her wound. No more blood will come out than a wound on an apple that scratches your finger.

And even that level of bleeding stops in a matter of seconds.

Most of the debris has been cleaned up. The other party must not have expected her to go far, maybe this is a very good sneak attack?

Just as she was thinking this, suddenly, beyond the unpredictable distant void, a consciousness suddenly touched. Then, she felt a force descend from the darkness.

The succubus was slightly stunned, then lowered her head and meditated, and completely opened her own spirit, allowing that will to enter her mind. Then she heard the voice of the Great Being.

In fact, she can't say that she has a voice, she can only say that the other party injected a piece of consciousness directly into her mind. In fact, this kind of communication is far more efficient than language, because language can be distorted and misunderstood, but this kind of spiritual communication can convey the most clear and complete information.

"Is that so?" the succubus let out an intently illicit laugh as he looked at the figure in the distance.

……

The colonel had already regained consciousness halfway through.

Probably because of the ring, the Colonel was the least affected of them all. By the time he arrived at the camp, which was in the town, the Colonel was more or less able to move. Of course, the others were much more affected, and the vast majority of the soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor were unconscious, and the few who woke up were in an extremely weak state, unable to move, and did not even have the ability to cooperate with others to take off the exoskeleton armor.

But anyway, this time the colonel still won. A car with wheels was loaded back with proof of the victory in this battle: it was the head of the growth day with the neck attached.

It must be said that this trophy caused quite a stir, and the entire camp, both civilians and soldiers, flocked out to see it. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that no one asked about the "misappropriation" of the vehicle by Hongyi and Lu Wu, and it was concluded smoothly without causing any unnecessary trouble.

When it got dark, Lu Wu was already lying comfortably in his tent. To tell the truth, for the first time in so many days since he came to this world, he was fully relaxed and lying in a tent.

Although it is strictly a very small and simple tent, the so-called things are born from the heart, as long as the mood is relaxed and calm, then no matter what the bucket can actually find advantages. Even the spots on the tent (I don't know if they were caused by smudges or uneven staining) reminded Lu Wu of the patterns of hotel carpets on Earth.

Of course, the relaxation was only for a short while, and his mood became heavy again. Because he remembered the words of the growth heaven before he died.

Although it felt like it was just a curse full of resentment when Changtian was dying, it couldn't be denied that those words made Lu Wu care a lot.

Indeed, when Amber introduced him to magic, she said that it could affect the fate and soul of humans - they knew that Amber was able to cast spells related to fate before she actually came to Earth. Although it is very simple, it can only be called the ability to "observe luck", but it is indeed the ability to do so.

When she came to Earth, what did she do to Lu Wu...... That's normal too.

However, Lu Wu felt that his worry was too ridiculous. If Changtian still has the role of being a "traitor", then what is the value of Lu Wu, worthy of Amber using magic on him? He is just an ordinary earthling. They don't have any special abilities, no special powers, or special knowledge and secrets. From this point of view, it is no longer a question of ability, but of demand - there is no need for amber at all.

Just like with Amber's past abilities, it would be easy to kill Lu Wu, but Lu Wu believed that she would never do it.

"Are you there?" said the voice of the red coat outside the tent.

"Come in. Lu Wu was shocked from his contemplation and quickly got up.

Through the light outside, Lu Wu saw Hongyi standing outside the tent, seemingly holding something in his hand, followed by the ugly cute dog.

Lu Wu already knew that this was not a dog, but a creature with humanoid intelligence. But he didn't say a word more about that. Lu Wu could see that Hongyi also had a lot of secrets. At least he could never be as simple as an ordinary veteran. But this is a good thing for Lu Wu, if it weren't for the help of the red clothes, it is estimated that Changtian would have succeeded in a sneak attack today.

Lu Wu is not a person with excessive curiosity. In other words, at this moment, Lu Wu only thinks about returning to the earth, and he doesn't really care about everything in this world.

"I'm not coming in. The shadow of the red coat cast on the tent, looking like a giant. "I'm just passing by here to remind you of our agreement. By the way, I got the inside word that you - and I - had received a special commendation for your contribution to helping the Colonel destroy the enemy, and were allowed to be promoted by one rank in your unit...... In other words, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, as soon as the commendation order arrives, you will be the squadron leader. Also, after two days, the refugees will begin to retreat. ”

"The agreement ......" Lu Wu remembered the previous agreement. "But, actually, I ...... I'm not really a soldier. ”

Soldiers should have enough military training, and in addition to hardware such as equipment, they should also need honor, discipline, and other ideological software. If there is no latter, then it is just an armed civilian. Lu Wu knew that if he encountered any danger during this retreat, there was actually a limit to what he could do. In fact, Lu Wu had no idea why the other party looked up to him so much. But Lu Wu himself has no confidence at all. In the course of this retreat to protect civilians, he was not sure that he would be able to respond to even the slightest danger.

"Manpower is limited after all, even for high-level warlocks. I just want you to do the best you can. Redcoat said.