The bounty of the various law enforcers wreaks havoc on this plain.

This is no longer a temptation, but a complete frontal attack.

The Templar forces had a variety of options to counter the Lost Oasis, but it was a bit tricky to attack at the same time with seven or eight boons.

In particular, there are several enforcers here whose strength is beyond their imagination.

As the only ordinary person inside, Ian was lying on Su Duan's back at this time, watching all this with his mouth wide open. Su tried his best to keep up with their movements, and now was not the time to put on a young master's shelf, his role was just to follow.

And before them, the heaven-obscuring creation is wreaking havoc between heaven and earth. The originally fragrant grassland was filled with the smell of iron and blood at this time, and the cloud flow seemed to bring the cold of Antarctica, even if Su Duan would not be affected by the gift, but the ice cubes all over the ground still transmitted a trace of coolness through the battle armor.

They were breaking through, but when Su Duan came out just now, he glanced at the defensive line and depth of the Templar troops, and there was no end in sight at all.

They are still nearly thirty kilometres away from the nearest German border, where there is a mountain that may be sheltered from the limelight.

But only if they make it out of the Templar forces alive.

Because three minutes passed, they only advanced less than seven hundred meters.

Surrounded by Qatar-created iron walls, full of bullet holes. The roar exploded in their ears, but there was no scream, no scream, no scream, they seemed to be running in a cavity, surrounded by bombs from afar, but not a single person in sight.

Sometimes he stepped on a few soft and collapsed corpses under his feet, and Su Duan glanced down, and the facial features of these soldiers were forever recorded in his mind. This was the umpteenth time he had been tired of his own gift of hyperamnesia, and this man was already dead, so why should he remember him.

So he could only keep running and not look at anything again.

Suddenly, a pillar of pure white light the thickness of an arm grazed his forehead, and Su Du subconsciously stepped on the brakes. Only then did he realize that the iron wall beside him to protect him had been blasted out of a big hole, as vulnerable as tissue paper.

Qatar came to his side in an instant, and then Yun Qianliu. Sun Wuru and Lin Qionglu took advantage of their advantage to delay the enemy in front, but Su Duan looked ahead, and countless pillars of light almost blocked his figure.

"A squad fully equipped with electromagnetic guns." Qatar was covered in sweat, the air conditioning of the armor had been turned off, and he didn't want to waste any more energy.

"What's next." Su Duan and the others were lying on the ground, and above their heads was a pillar of light that killed people. He looked at Ventini next to him, whose eyes were full of exhaustion, but the flame of survival seemed to be still burning in his pupils.

"I'm going to get rid of you."

Wentini didn't speak, she seemed to be in a trance, like a seriously ill patient grasping the last straw for survival, and staggered to her feet.

In Su Duan's eyes, the strength of her gift was rising wildly, and she even crossed the level of fifteen thousand.

With it, a huge ball of water appeared in the heavens and the earth out of thin air, and then enveloped their bodies.

Neither bullets nor electromagnetic guns could do any damage to them in the center of the water polo.

This is the gift of Wentini, the power of the twelve main gods of the past.

This time, she was not for herself, but for her companions, for these ten people from the Lost Oasis.

"Is it okay?" Su Duan muttered to himself, not letting this sentence get into Wentini's ears, but just letting Qatar next to him hear it.

Qatar shook his head, did not answer, and walked straight forward, carrying Wendini on his back, and half-crouched down.

"I'll carry you, hurry up like this."

Enforcers should have an army to protect them, and in the past, when they were in the Federation, countless soldiers were willing to take the lead, just to pave the way for the success of the enforcers.

But now, they only have each other.

Whether it is Zhong Liwang or T, they are instilling in them a somewhat selfish idea, that is, when their lives are in danger, they must learn to leave their teammates behind.

Because they are not docile sheep, but unique beasts of prey. Helping each other can sometimes end up empty.

So Wendini was stunned for a moment, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but he still fell on Qatar's body very obediently.

And her gifts are getting stronger and stronger. She can concentrate more on maintaining her realm without being disturbed by any enemies.

Just like Sun Wuru and Lin Qionglu.

Qatar began to run forward, and Sun relentlessly appeared in the center through the water polo. Countless bullets and pillars of light bombarded this water ball, and the thermal effect evaporated a large amount of water vapor, and the situation outside the water balloon was not visible at all.

"They're still going to use sonar weapons." Sun reminded mercilessly.

"There's no way, we can only hold on." Su Duan glanced at Yun Qianliu, who immediately understood, and waved his hand to form a piece of frost on the innermost side of the water ball that wrapped them.

After running a few hundred meters, the sonar weapon arrived as expected. The furious sound came through the water balloon, countless flying machines followed the edge of the water ball like mosquitoes, and the sharp and slender instruments penetrated deep into the field, and the sound waves smashed into the water ball again and again like a hard hammer.

The shattered ice blocked part of the sound, and Yun Qianliu used the gift to condense the ice again, but it was still inevitably attacked by sonar weapons.

That stinging sound wave is like opening your brain and sticking nail after nail into it. The soft brain structure seems to be broken open by a pair of large hands, and even the consciousness is about to be torn apart.

Wendini spat out a mouthful of blood and threw it all on Qatar's armor. He didn't look back, didn't ask, just silently picked up his pace.

In Su Duan's eyes, the strength of Wentini's gifts has never changed.

Powerful, very powerful, this was the most powerful moment he had ever seen Wentini since he met her. Even when she fought against Sventowit, she didn't have such a consistent output gift.

This huge round ball with a diameter of ten meters is like a teardrop of God, rolling in the wind on this grassland. The Templars' attack was like ants beating an elephant, and neither the mechs nor the sonar weapons slowed the water balloon by half a minute.

But no one spoke, and no one showed any joy. Because of the sonar weapons, they can't hear anything other than noise. Inside the water polo it was as if it were a closed room, like a nightmare, and they could only run forward.

Because they know that in this world, there is never an inexhaustible power.

They are human beings, not gods.

No one noticed that Wentini, who had been spitting out blood, slowly quieted down. The blood began to congage into a small stream of water, spreading to the corners of her mouth and eyes.

Blood, very light, very lightly pouring out of her body.

Her eyes were still open, and her outstretched right hand did not hang down, but the green tendons on the back of her hand jumped up, and the blood flowing in it became darker and darker.

All this is not visible to others in battle armor.

No one saw it, so in Wentini's world, it was as if she was alone.

Surrounded by the sea she had created, obscuring the sky and the sun, without light, like a dark room, like night falling on the earth.

When did even the use of the gift become so lonely?

Twenty years ago, when he was in St. George's Cathedral, he was admired by thousands of people with the small stream of water condensed in his hands. At the age of twenty, you can enter the most powerful organization in the whole of Europe, which is simply the honor of one in a million.

Yes, she was also once the Twelve Lord Gods.

She has enjoyed the bright church, the luxurious costumes, and the delicious food. But why, now, the Templar forces, belonging to the Church, are driving her to a dead end?

Shouldn't this powerful gift be admired by them?

Aren't these powers what they admire?

What does this have to do with the faction? Whether it is the Eastern Kingdom, the church, or the Federation, the emergence of law enforcers, doesn't it subvert the cognition of the entire human history?

Aren't they the new humans?

George, what the hell do you want to do?

With the secret laboratories all over the European underground, the naked clones, the ever-powerful, uncontrolled "Garden of Eden", what kind of future is the world heading towards?

These questions, she did not dare to ask St. George. But more than ten years ago, she once asked Zhong Liwang.

It was a few decades later, some of the elderly Zhongli Wang.

If St. George was going to do that, as he said, she had to stop it. Not only him, but also Noda of the Black Tower, Yu Nian of the Federation, and even the scholars of the academy, she had to go to see him.

She is the deepest sea in the world,

Indeed, for the time being, there is no more powerful enforcer in this world who controls the flow of water.

She and Qatar, represent the level of boon of the first echelon over the past two decades.

But why, after 20 years, this force can no longer play any role? Why is this water ball so fragile, as if it could be destroyed by the Templars at any moment?

Why, Qatar looked at him with pity?

In this moment, Wendini thought of many, many things.

And Su Duan also saw that the gift representing her suddenly dropped from fifteen thousand to ten thousand.

And then five thousand, three thousand, one thousand.

Like a landslide, like a raging ocean current.

In this way, he watched the world's largest and most turbulent river disappear into the sky and the earth.

It's clean, and there isn't a drop of water left in the sun.

This splendor has become the last sigh.

Wendini's hand finally fell.

She is human, an ordinary person.

From the bottom of the Alps, to this day, less than a month has passed.

A month, thirty days, in her life, was just an insignificant moment.

But the hand hangs down, but it never lifts it up again.

The entire water polo also collapsed in an instant, and Qatar waved his hand to cover an iron wall, like raising an umbrella.

The sea slid down the umbrella, revealing the real world, and the sun shone on their faces again, illuminating the plain in front of them.

The Templar troops, still surrounding them, did not seem to have diminished in the slightest.