After a week of wandering, I'm finally back

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The Indians had guns, which was unexpected by Li Xianhua.

If you think about it, it seems to make sense.

Li Xianhua crouched beside Augsig, examining the wound on his neck.

It was a rifle bullet that pierced Augsig's throat with precision. Li Xianhua remembered the arrow on Coliel's neck, and the position was almost the same.

Could it be the same person? Li Xianhua walked towards the woods.

Bang!

A bullet shot at Li Xianhua's feet, kicking up dust like smoke.

Li Xianhua narrowed his eyes and continued to stride forward.

Bang! Another bullet was fired and hit the place where Li Xianhua was about to land, obviously the gunman in the woods was already impatient, and the meaning of warning became more and more obvious.

When did I start being watched? Did that gun ever aim at me when I was negotiating with the Americans?

Li Xianhua raised his hand and looked at the woods, he knew that the people in the woods must also be watching him. Li Xianhua snapped his fingers.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Mines and bombs previously placed in the woods rang out one by one.

Li Xianhua maintained a monotonous and dull rhythm, methodically detonating the bombs, and psychologically destroying the defense line of the gunners in the forest little by little.

Sure enough, the sound of the rubbing of leaves sounded in the woods, which was the sound of the gunners moving.

I have to admire the gunman's excellent psychological quality, even in the embarrassment of the escape, he did not forget to shoot back at Li Xianhua, several bullets with a vicious snake-like trajectory towards Li Xianhua, but unfortunately they were all blocked by the robot.

The bombs were all detonated, and the trees in the forest fell, revealing a large open field, and the bright light shone on it, like a leper's rash, and the remaining trees were sparsely sparse and sparse with the green belt of the park.

Even in this unfavorable situation, the gunman did not leave the woods, because once he fled to the open plain, he would be completely exposed and become a live target.

The Indians' years of hunting skills were astonishing at this moment, and from the outside, there was still no trace of the gunman, as if no one had ever existed in the woods.

But Li Xianhua had already captured his position.

"Viper Cannon, 1 o'clock direction, shooting."

Three Viper cannons were aimed at the target, raining shells with impunity.

Li Xianhua turned around and was about to leave, but before the cannonball hit the ground, he heard the sound of the tree trunk being broken, and he turned around sharply to see an Indian teenager passing through the layers of branches and rising into the sky.

The next moment, the shells exploded where he had just been hiding, and the flames flew everywhere.

The Indian boy fell straight down from the top like a kite with a broken string in the air, but Li Xianhua saw that the green light on the young man's body flashed, and the dead branches and dirt brought by the aftermath of the explosion were blocked by this light, and the young man also adjusted his balance in a strange posture, and moved a distance in the air like a bird, landing accurately on another tree.

"Holy!" Li Xianhua's eyes widened.

But the battle was not over, and the Indian boy stood on the tree, holding on to the trunk with one hand, panting heavily, and his face, which had been yellow, was now a little pale, as if the use of holiness was a great burden for him. He glared at Li Xianhua, the prey looking at the hunter's eyes.

The young man raised the rifle in his hand and aimed it at Li Xianhua, but before he could shoot, the cold metal had already pressed against the back of his head.

The storm robot pressed the Indian boy and came to Li Xianhua.

After a few rounds of confrontation, the boy couldn't even walk steadily, but his eyes were not desperate, he just looked at Li Xianhua quietly.

Li Xianhua circled around the boy twice, looking for a holy location. He soon found it, an iron headdress.

"This is"

The headdress is hard embedded in the skull.

In Li Xianhua's cognition, there has never been any holiness that needs to torture the apostle's body like this, and judging from the performance of the young man just now, this holy awakening is not complete, so there is only one possibility, this young man is not the person chosen by the holy, he is a man-made apostle like Kanda.

"I have found hope that the efforts of generations will not be in vain and that our revenge will not end."

Li Xianhua understood the true meaning of the prophet's words.

Exorcists can kill one demon prophet after another, but they can't do anything to humans who are also apostles.

But an exorcist trained by demons? This twisted world, Li Xianhua thought.

The success rate of the Artificial Apostle was very low, and he was the only one who survived among the dozens of test subjects in the same batch as Kanda. With the pitiful population of this boy's tribe, it was impossible to find so many test subjects at the same time.

Generations of effort

Generations of demons have gone one after another just to train an apostle? This made Li Xianhua feel awe.

How did those prophets overcome their demonic nature and turn to the holiness of opposing natures? And how many Indians died as a result of the experiments of the artificial apostles? Obviously, it is difficult to even maintain food and clothing for life, but it has achieved what only the Black Order, which has advanced technology and strong financial resources, can do.

How did they do it?

The arrested teenager bowed his head slightly, looking quiet, but the eyeballs that slipped from time to time under his eyelids betrayed him.

The question that Li Xianhua felt afraid of and did not want to delve into was something that the young man had never thought about, and the prophet had told him that his destiny was to lead the Indians to freedom and prosperity, and that the holiness embedded in his skull was only part of this destiny.

Now he was thinking about how to get out of the hands of the terrible enemy in front of him, and now his enemy stood there, dazed. I don't know why, but it's an opportunity!

The Indian boy shot like lightning, and strangled Li Xianhua's throat with both hands, although it missed, but also forced the enemy to get out of the way.

The green light flashed behind his head, and soon covered his whole body, and the boy turned and moved at a speed far beyond the limits of the human body, and quickly broke free from the encirclement of the robots, and even the storm robot and the viper cannon could not lock on to him.

The irregular movement disables the machine, but the person is not. Li Xianhua drew his gun, and with his rich experience, he aimed at the teenager after a few breaths, but did not shoot.

The boy ran farther and farther, and soon got out of the effective distance of the pistol. In the distance, groups of Indians with packages on their backs and on horseback waited for the teenagers.

The Indian boy quickly integrated into his own people, like a lone wolf returning to the pack.

Someone respectfully brought a horse, the young man jumped on the horse, glanced at Li Xianhua one last time, and then whistled, men, women, and children gradually disappeared on the distant horizon, and the heaven and earth returned to silence.

Li Xianhua stood in the wilderness, staring blankly in the direction the Indians had left.

"The Human Will"

"Geronimo, an Indian leader in Apache, in the southwestern United States. He led the Indians of Apache against the American-European invasion, and he possessed natural survival skills and was impeccable to the use of bullets. ”

"Few people know that the picture of Jerónimo kneeling on the ground with a gun in his hand was taken when he surrendered. In his later years, he became a naturalized American citizen, and there has been no large-scale American Indian revolt since. ”

"Geronimo's skull is one of the world's most stolen artifacts, and legend has it that it was the work of the world's most prestigious and legendary secret tomb robbing organization."

-- A few decades later, an American magazine