It was a wooden house, perhaps the one that the owner used to guard the forest a long, long time ago. The floors are raised high by thick logs, and the roof and walls are of the same material. On all sides, a door and three windows began. Perhaps because it had long been abandoned, the doors and windows were only dark holes, like a desperate skull on the ground.

There was a candle lit in the room, the light was faint, and it seemed to go out at any moment.

Candlelight illuminates a person's face.

He was astonishingly white, as if he had never been in the sun since he was born. The man's hair was haphazardly cut and untidy, but his face was quite handsome—white and ugly, not to mention that he was not ugly. This gives the messy hair something else.

It can be called "broken hair".

He wears a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a hem that hangs down naturally. The lower body is a pair of black trousers, and there are a pair of brown cowhide shoes on the feet.

Such shoes are naturally not suitable for wearing in such seasons. But the man did not seem to feel uncomfortable with this, and instead tied his shoelaces neatly.

The whole person looks very clean. It's actually quite clean as well. Despite the accumulation of heavy dust on all four walls, his clothes were spotless.

He sat on a narrow wooden bed, staring at the flickering candle flame, as if thinking about something.

Five minutes later, the candle that had been a short section of the candle was extinguished, and a pale cyan smoke rose up.

So the man got up and walked out of the door, and stood on the steps of the doorway and looked up to the sky again.

Thin red snakes dance, combining into various fleeting mystical patterns. He watched intently for dozens of minutes. He didn't even blink his eyes, like a sage who was enlightening.

The night wind blew his clothes flying, and the man stretched out his hand again, as if feeling the wind.

It's quiet, not even the sound of insects. He stood motionless in the quiet of the night for nearly two hours, when he suddenly turned his head to look south.

There seemed to be nothing under the red night. But he heard something, and thought he was sensing something.

So the man turned and walked into the house, and walked out again after a dozen seconds.

There is an extra white porcelain mug in his hand.

He hooked the handle of the mug with his index and middle fingers, let it sway slightly, and walked south along the road. Leave the cabin where you have lived for months far behind.

Everywhere you go......

The insects have stopped.

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And at this moment, Zamboanga has fallen into a bitter battle in the ruins. It is not a "bitter battle" between the two sides. It's a bitter battle of helplessness.

The intruder's trail was soon discovered. It's not hard to spot them – just follow that unusually smooth, unusually wide road.

The ruins were armed with six hundred men, armed with various types of heavy weapons, and even four converted tanks.

They were first spotted by a six-man patrol team. The captain of the team saw a group of black shadows silently moving forward in the distance, and all the dust and rubble disappeared in their passes. It's like a silent devourer.

He immediately motioned to the soldiers to remain vigilant. And hold up the binoculars. It was only less than a hundred meters apart. The face in the night is as if it were close to one's own face.

Fangs, claws, scales, tall bodies.

He realized in an instant that the aliens had invaded the walls. At the same time as his battle order sounded the sirens on the ramparts, the captain did not hesitate to fire a point at the shortest fellow.

However, in stark contrast to the tension on this side are the intruders. It's just that the frighteningly thin man in the middle glanced over this side with a blank expression. The captain then found himself shooting bullets that looked like mud cows into the sea. Not even a single scrap of dirt was splashed.

Only then did the other soldiers around him raise their guns, and one of them held a grenade and was about to throw it.

But their most desolate consciousness was frozen at this moment - the six disappeared silently.

What seemed to be an invisible force field swelled suddenly, wiping out the six-man team and the surrounding ruins, restoring peace to the area. After eliminating the six, the hood folded back to its original size and continued with the man's footsteps.

But the sound of gunfire had already revealed their location, and a large number of soldiers rushed to hear the news. The huge gap in the walls meant that there were those who were powerful—not just the awakened xenos, but also those of the Gate of Truth who did not know how the Dao could be mixed with them.

A rumbling roar was heard, and three tanks rushed out of the rubble in oblique spurts, followed by a rapid reaction force of dozens of elite soldiers.

The tank's machine gunners opened fire on the group while the hull was still jolting—the stream of bullets from the machine guns whistling at them like whips. However, the situation was the same as before - the bullet disappeared more than fifty meters away from the people, and no one was even seen trying to block or dodge.

Gunfire rang out, and grenades were thrown in arcs after arcs. The tank slowed down and slowly moved forward while locking on to a target more than two hundred meters away - firing a gun.

A desperate scene happened. Even a cannonball carrying strong kinetic energy could not stir up even the slightest ripple.

The group of figures seemed to be in a no-man's land under the roar of guns, and without even turning their heads, they walked straight ahead—

Their direction was directed towards the command center camp. Almost everyone realizes that these monsters are there to perform decapitation or try to snatch something. But these people just "walked" in with expressionless faces, ignoring the cannon fodder around them, as if nothing could hurt them.

The secret of the existence of the capable has been revealed for almost a year, and the soldiers have been trained to do so. Therefore, they clearly know one thing - this ability, or the shielding force field that can resist gunpowder weapons, has its own upper limit.

It is either limited by the protection of the force field itself, or by the control of the ability itself. As long as you attack them violently and continuously, there will always be a moment when they will collapse.

Without hesitation, the soldiers poured their firepower into each other, and the sound of cannon fire resounded throughout the ruins.

However, the other party seems to regard those who are chasing after them as reptiles, and they don't even bother to destroy them. Countless warheads disappeared into the void, and at the end of the day, a rather awkward situation was formed - the pursuing force was behind, and the interceptor force was in front. But the other party did not change direction, only silently "pushed" the past. After paying the price of a dozen silent disappearances, the interceptor force had to retreat to both sides to surround them and be forced to give way.

Many people may not be afraid of sacrifice, but meaningless sacrifice is not.

Fifteen minutes later, nearly three hundred men had surrounded the twenty-seven, and with nowhere to vent their anger, they followed them as they poured out their ammunition until the barrel was red.

The able-bodied then arrived. There are nine people in total, two A-grades.

The captain who led the team ignored the commander's spittling accusations, frowned and looked at the situation ahead, and then sighed: "There is nothing we can do. ”

The commander grabbed him by the collar and shouted angrily: "It's Lao Tzu's people who defend the city, and it's Lao Tzu's people who patrol the city—just want you to deal with this kind of person, and you tell me you can't do anything?!" Are you going to watch them bulldoze this place?! ”

The captain executive gently shook his hand away and said solemnly, "We are not afraid of death. But just like your people, we can't make unnecessary sacrifices. We had already tried it when we rushed over. Below the A level, we can't rush through, and as for the A level, our ability can't break through the opponent's defenses. In my opinion, it's a ......"

"King." Ying arrived out of breath, followed by Zhang Kesong.

"We'll have to ask for help and send someone to the forward base to report the news." Ying resolutely stared at the monsters that were tightly surrounded in the distance—they stopped.

The commander of the unit also knew what the concept of "king" was. He gasped and pointed into the distance: "That's the king level?" Isn't General Xiao Li also a king? ”

The captain knew what he meant. Although the person in front of him showed terrifying abilities, he was still different from the "king-level" in many people's perception - the "king-level" in their impression was like Li Zhen.

A single blow can destroy an entire city.

Zhang Ke, who was silent, let go. It's a bit ridiculous to say, there are guns and cannons in the distance, and it seems that the battle is fierce, but here is the definition of "king" is discussed.

But after all, it was a rather special situation - the soldiers seemed to be doing useless work, and the other side stopped where they seemed to be planning something. It's useless for them to wave their flags and shout here, it is better to settle the dispute between the commander and the captain of the secret service first. Unify your understanding and make plans again.

"Sir, the royal rank is just a conceptual definition. Anyone who exerts A-rank spiritual energy to the point of reaching the pinnacle is a king-level. Zhang Kesong said, "For example, that person." Almost all the time the army was fighting around him, but he didn't have any difficulty, and we think that this ability of his has reached the peak. As for Li Zhen...... Before he disappeared, his strength had surpassed the concept of king, but we didn't classify it. ”

The words of the "prophet" seemed to calm the commander for the time being. He snorted sullenly, looked into the distance with his binoculars, and said in a deep voice, "They don't move—since you can't do anything, what to do?" ”

"Keep fighting." Zhang Kesong spit out three words, "I have seen the gaps in the city wall, and I have heard what the sentry said. You should notice - this man landed underwater. He only used this ability after he landed. I'll call it devouring for the time being. (To be continued.) )