Jingle bell~~

Jingle bell~~

Jingle bell~~

An alarm clock sounded in the dark room, and the closed curtains kept the sunlight out of the air.

Ping Pong~

Then, the sound of a large number of objects colliding and falling sounded in the room, and after a squirming movement, a table lamp was turned on, and the warm yellow light suddenly illuminated the whole room.

In the light, you can see mountains of books and scrolls piled up throughout the room.

Lancer withdrew his hand from turning on the lamp and pressed the alarm clock that sounded the bell.

She shook her head, which was still a little confused, and read the text materials for two days and two nights in a row, even if she was a stranger, she was a little unbearable.

She is more concerned about the lack of results than hard work.

For most of the past six months, she has been searching for materials and literature, hoping to find a way to activate the Holy Armor, but she has always failed.

Because the Holy Costume is already bound to her, unless she dies, the Holy Costume will not break this bond.

Of course, according to rumors, there are still ways to untie the original binding relationship of the Holy Costume without harming the host, but these methods all require a great price, and it is far less cost-effective than killing her directly.

So for the sake of his own life, Lancer must try to find a way to activate it, and only if the activation is successful, can he dispel the covetousness of others.

But it backfired, and although Lancer had already sensed and bound to the Holy Suit, no matter what method she tried, the Holy Costume was as unresponsive as a real stone.

Faced with this fact, Lancer also had to feel a little discouraged.

Lancer fiddled with the books on the table and found the cup hidden behind it, the coffee in the cup had already cooled, but she didn't mind at all, and took it and drank it straight away.

The bitter black coffee trickled down her throat, clearing her still somewhat confused head.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and from far and near, people came slowly outside the room, and then pushed the door directly.

"Miss, I found this, I think there will be something you're looking for on it, take a look." The person who came was a boy less than 1.6 meters old, with a delicate face and a young voice, wearing a black dress with a hood.

"Thanks, I hope so, you woke up so early in Wobag, didn't you sleep all night last night?" Lancer took the scroll handed by the boy, and did not open it immediately, but looked at his watch and asked the boy.

At this time, it was only seven o'clock in the morning, and for the people in the city, it was still time to lie in bed.

"Well, there are a lot of things, and it's dawning when you look at it."

"Wobbag, you're still young, you're still growing your body, it's not good to stay up late often."

"Cut, Miss, save it, although you are a few years older than me, your willful and reckless personality is more like a child than me." The hooded Wobagh said disdainfully: "I still say the same thing, Miss, when will you go back with me, Master Damon has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Okay, okay, you've been saying this for almost half a year, aren't you bored? I'm not going back with you, I'm not going to see that guy. Lancer replied categorically.

"Miss, please be considerate, so I can't deal with the master, please don't make it difficult for me."

"Okay, okay, where is the eldest sister? What about others? Lancer turned his face away and interrupted him.

"The eldest sister hasn't returned yet, and the black bear should be sleeping dead in the living room now."

"Where's little Jimmy?"

"He? God knows where this old gloomy guy has gone. Wobbagh replied as he sat on the stack of books with his arms crossed, and then reverted to his old self and persuaded him: "Miss, don't you really think about my words? ”

Ignoring the other party's constant complaints, Lancer asked as he opened the scroll in his hand.

The scroll is small, no more than two sheets of A4 paper when opened, and may be made of sheepskin or cowhide, and the sides are fixed with small wooden poles that have been polished straight, and the color is yellowed and the texture is old, all of which show its history.

Lancer read the scroll by the light, and soon her eyes flashed, and a gleam of joy appeared on her face.

"You're right, the ring mentioned on the scroll is so similar to the holy costume, I think it's right this time."

"After looking for so long, we finally found a reliable clue, it seems that Lady Luck still favors us."

Lancer was overjoyed and excited, for in the past few months, she had not only been looking for ways to activate the Holy Costume everywhere, but she had also been dodging from the hidden enemy, and many times she thought she couldn't survive, and if it weren't for a group of trusted companions around her, she felt that she couldn't hold on to it on her own.

"Wobag, you've been so helpful this time!!"

Thinking of this, Lancer expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Wobag.

Although the first meeting experience was not very pleasant, after a period of time together, Lancer understood that the other party was a little boy with a tsundere personality and awkward speech, but rather cute.

"Put away your face, if you really want to thank me, do me a favor." Wolbag pouted, sitting on the stack of books, his feet barely reaching the floor, and waved his hand disapprovingly at Lancer's thanks.

"What's the rush? Say, I'll help. Lancer replied without hesitation.

"It's not a big deal, you just go back with me on an errand."

"No!"

"Why?"

"No reason!"

"You just said you wanted to help! You woman with no credit! Wobag pointed angrily.

"One yard for one thing." Lancer spread his hands, indicating that he could not help.

Bang!

Just as Wolbag was about to say something, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside the window.

"Gunshots?"

"Sniper gunshots! It's a black bear! ”

Lancer and Wolbag said almost at the same time.

Immediately, Wolbag pulled a sensor out of his pocket, and the black sensor was flashing with a blinding red light.

"Someone broke into the cordon, and there was more than one!!" Volbag said, looking at the sensor.

"Who is it this time? Blood Alliance? Abnormal organization? Or are they from the Uzwoka organization? Accustomed to being hunted and killed, Lancer was quite calm at this time, and he couldn't tell at all that she was just a girl in her teens or less than twenty.

By this time, there was already a lot of gunfire outside, and the enemy, apparently discovered, abandoned his plan to continue the infiltration and began to launch a fierce attack.

The enemy seemed to know exactly which room Lancer was in, and the bullets from the outside broke through the window and went straight into the room, but they were all blocked by the ice wall that Vorbagh had set up casually.

"Whoever they are, I just know we can't stay here any longer, we need to get out of here now."

Then, Volbag quickly sent an urgent message to Alvin, who had not returned from the door, and then ran out of the room with Lancer in his hand.

"Rockets!!"

The roar of the black bear suddenly came from upstairs, and when he heard the former's reminder, Wolbag erupted with cold air, and instantly turned into an iceman with blue hair and skin, and then threw Lancer to the ground.

At the same time, a rocket flew into the room through a shattered window.

With a loud explosion, the room was completely overwhelmed by flames and flames.

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A pickup truck came from a distance, entered Green Town, and slowly drove towards the villa area.

"Oh~ It doesn't look good here." Yitzhak said as he drove and looked out at the street.

When Gong Bing left before, the national army had just entered the city not long ago, and the humanoid monsters had probably not been completely wiped out.

At this time, the pickup truck was passing through the city, and the original messy and chaotic streets had been cleared by this time, but the traces of the original damage were still clearly visible on the facades and floors of the buildings on both sides.

The blackened walls, the cracked concrete floors, and the blank expressions of the people.

Clearly, a week had passed, but the effects of that night's attack were still firmly hanging over Greentown, and the once joyful and laid-back town was now dead.

In this regard, Gong Bing could only watch silently, he couldn't do anything, and there was nothing to do.

Under Gong Bing's guidance, the pickup truck finally drove into the villa area and finally stopped in front of the courtyard of a villa.