'What the hell......

No. 13 walked through the tunnel, one foot deep and one foot shallow, the screen of his cheap smartphone showing a cobweb-like map that was intricately intertwined, and every now and then he had to stop and look around to check his current position.

The damp environment caused a layer of water to bead on the surface of the combat uniform, and the top of the tunnel was also dripping and dripping, and the chaotic magnetic field interfered with his mechanical watch, so that he could only keep speeding up his pace and did not dare to stop.

The grip of the shotgun was slippery, especially since he had accidentally soaked in water once before, and he wasn't sure if the gunpowder had gotten into the water.

All in all, it really sucks.

Number 13 sighed and reached out to scratch at his messy hair, which hadn't been washed in days, and it seemed that there was still the smell of smoke from the Internet café he had gone to a few days earlier. Rather than crashing around in such an ominous place and risking his real life, he would rather sit in front of his computer and eat instant noodles while playing StarCraft.

Well, by the way, can you guide the little lambs who are confused at the fork in the road of life?

He still remembered the young man with a decrepit face, who tried to enter a higher education institution under his standard pronunciation tutoring and counterattacked Bai Fumei.

Let's bear with it a little.

He sniffed, he had taken on all kinds of strange tasks on the hunter website in the past, such as drilling shipwrecks under the sea, exploring deep mountains and old forests, searching for ghost houses, etc., and the lack of virtue in digging up people's ancestral graves and robbing tombs was also commonplace, and he did it all - and this single prize was 5 million US dollars. The strong purchasing power of the American knife, as a poor person who has been wandering in the United States for many years, is naturally aware of it, so he immediately took it without thinking about it as soon as the mission appeared.

When the time comes, you can take the money, and you can drive a luxury car to pick up girls on the beach in Rulin!

In short, he really didn't know where to find the second one with such a generous publisher, so after this mission was completed, he had enough funds to wash his hands and be at ease from now on!

Imagining a bright future made him giggle a few times, and then realized that he was still on a mission, and it seemed that it was easy to reveal his location. Staring at the glowing phone screen, the strange tunnel named after the three goddesses of fate also seemed to have a little familiarity at the moment, and he took a deep breath and slipped into the tunnel again without hesitation.

It's just that the eyes of the girl projected in 3D still remain in his heart—as if he was about to die.

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Church.

The wooden baffles that make up the compartments are hollowed out with vine-like figures, and the small blank space does not allow people to see the opposite side, but instead chooses a thin layer of gauze to form the middle layer.

Chu Zihang sat alone in the seat, his broad shoulders and powerful body seemed to fill the already small confessional compartment; Murayu rested quietly on his lap, some messy black hair hanging down, obscuring his eyes.

A solemn and solemn expression, although the face is handsome, it is as cold as an iceberg, with sharp edges and corners.

The Ice Cellar is the center of the Academy, with three entrances: Valhalla, the Library, and the Chapel. Most of the commissioners of the executive department are flying all over the world, and there are not many armed forces within the academy, so the leaders of the two student groups and violent organizations are also assigned the task of guarding the two entrances.

Chu Zihang dismissed the other Lionheart elites who were supposed to guard here with him as planned, and sat alone in the small confessional room with the solemnity of a priest and the piety of a believer.

He knew that several professors in the central main control room should have become anxious by now because of his inaction.

In the silent waiting, the power latent in the blood quietly activated, penetrating every vein and muscle of him, and the golden pupils of the stimulated ground also heated slightly. The five senses were multiplied, although not as exaggerated as Caesar's Spirit Scythe, but the subtle footsteps that were amplified outside the confessional room were successfully captured.

He pushed open the wooden door, his school uniform draped open, his long knife behind his back, and looked at the intruder standing in the center of the church looking up at the cross.

Intruder, she is very petite, only about 160cm, but the curvature of her body development is perfect, wearing a tight combat uniform with a hood, and her face is covered by a white mask.

What kind of face is under the mask?

Chu Zihang didn't think about this question of pure brain power, compared to this, the pair of magnificent golden pupils like him were even more eye-catching. Suddenly, he had the feeling that he had found his kind—the same blood, the same cold character.

"You're my opponent."

Before he could say a word, Chu Zihang found that he really had no talent for eloquence, which is why he usually only agreed and vetoed the resolutions of the Lionheart Society, and never argued. There is no way to at least let him respond to this kind of sentence.

Sure enough, the person on the other side remained motionless in a very good student posture, and only turned his gaze on the cross to him.

"The other side should have begun."

Probably out of politeness, the petite intruder replied with a remark that was as fresh as the wind in the valley through the bushes, but unfortunately brought another deadlock in conversation.

“…… So let's get started? ”

Chu Zihang felt that his language center was cramping when he said this, and at the same time, the sense of belonging to the same kind of identity was greatly deepened - if Lu Mingfei was here, he would probably complain while embarrassment, 'It's really hard to be able to have a conversation with Cheng Dù who has no three nothing' - the girl wrapped in a combat uniform nodded in promise.

The scene paused again, and Chu Zihang seemed to be struggling with the so-called "how to start fighting" for a moment, but in the end, he still used the knife from the sheath as a signal very simply.

"Spirit of Words, Flame of the Monarch—"

The ancient words imprinted in his blood chanted out of his mouth, and the power belonging to the dragon class was fully released, accompanied by the unknowable dragon text rising flames, the high temperature distorted the surrounding air, and the hot long knife seemed to yearn for something to vent the ** of the battle.

"Spirit of Words, Flame of the Monarch—"

Only a few seconds behind, the intruder on the opposite side began to speak at the same rhythm and speed, and the deadly flames and heat directly baked the wooden bench into charred black.

The two pairs of golden pupils that were getting hotter and brighter together looked at each other, ready to fight in the most primitive and simple way of words and spirits.

First, burning

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