The pain and strong tinnitus murmur came and went quickly, and it lasted only about ten seconds.

It was only when this pain and tinnitus had passed that Zhao Li found himself curled up on the ground, his forehead, cheeks, chest and back were covered with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Zhao Li struggled to get up from the ground, and could feel that his hands and feet were still shaking.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Li wiped the cold sweat on his face and said in shock.

This situation was the first time he had encountered it through several worlds, and it was not only extremely painful, but when this feeling disappeared, he felt that he was a little different-

As for what is different, he can't say, but it always feels like something has been lost...

"Wait, why is the tracking and sensing of space-time nodes and reincarnators gone?"

Zhao Li suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

When the pain and tinnitus disappeared, the two space-time nodes that he had been able to sense and the location of the nine reincarnators to be cleared disappeared!

"Could it be Nie Xiaoling, who did it?"

Zhao Li was the first to suspect that there were five boosters, but then, he himself overturned this possibility.

This is impossible, the service after the Star Soul cracks the information of the invasion of the world cannot be blocked or canceled by the little soul warrior.

If Nie Xiaoling and they had this ability, they would simply have to be on an equal footing with the soul.

Besides, even if it could, there was no need to block Zhao Li's induction of space-time nodes and reincarnation.

Those who have the ability and need to do so, unless...

"Nie Xiaoling, can you hear it?" Nie Xiaoling?"

Zhao Li directly used the soul communication service to call out loudly in his mind.

It's been a long time.

Didn't get any response.

Zhao Li stood quietly in the high-speed rest station full of blood, and the cold wind blew, which suddenly aroused goosebumps all over his body.

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Just a quarter of an hour ago.

Diamond City.

This is the most prestigious and prosperous place in the Wasteland, and all wastelanders know that Diamond City is the safest and richest city in the entire wasteland, and there is no one - although it is only a small city, even the most powerful Anglet army in the wasteland does not dare to take it lightly.

This is a powerful force that many mercenaries and scavengers want to join, and it is a paradise city that countless wasteland citizens want to settle in.

But now, fierce battles are raging in this diamond city in the wasteland.

Five strange-looking, disparate men are standing in the trailer of a tattered pickup truck, leading hundreds of marauders and mercenaries, brandishing tattered weapons as they march towards the heart of Diamond City.

"Hurry, hurry, keep up!"

A fat black aunt in a greasy apron shouted loudly at the marauders who had fallen behind the pickup truck.

This is the eldest sister of the five-person temporary training team, Nie Xiaoling, who has captured a lot of marauders with her dirty "Spiritual Vision" control along the way, and after approaching Diamond City, she has even controlled an entire mercenary group.

Now, under her mental control, these marauders and mercenaries are nervously carrying all kinds of guns, shooting and screaming forward, completely like the most life-conscious fanatics.

Of course, it's not enough to have the most sacrificial spirit - obviously, this diamond city is the stronghold of the reincarnators in this world, and the city's defenses are not weak at all, there are more than a dozen guards guarding the city gates, and there are even armored vehicles with heavy machine guns patrolling the city.

Hundreds and thousands of Diamond City guards, as well as the city's enthusiastic residents, well, the city's inhabitants are also wild and unruly wastelanders, but none of them are easy to mess with, and these people, wielding all kinds of spears and cannons, are fighting back against these invaders.

Hell, whether it's the well-armed Diamond City guards, or the residents or mercenaries, their guns are either shooting at the ass of the group, at their front, or even at the sky.

Not to mention killing and wounding the invaders, it was luck to be able to accidentally injure the enemy occasionally, on the contrary, it was the comrades who were killed that accounted for the vast majority.

But these Diamond City guards and counterattackers were fighting happily, and they were even shouting...

"Oh my God, look at me, one shot blows a bastard's head!"

"I burst the tires of that armored car!

"Get out of the way! I killed the pilot of that helicopter! The plane fell!"

There are even some guards, shouting inexplicable words, while dodging the "crash" that does not exist at all, and even more exaggerated, they are hit by bullets that do not exist at all, and they roll on the ground and wail...

And behind the black fat aunt, the malnourished refugee boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, was pressing his temples with his hands on his temples, his eyes closed, and his brows locked - the substitute fighter was certainly not having a headache, but releasing his soul powers.

His soul ability is "illusion", and with the addition of various types of medal effects, he has achieved a wide range of illusion effects - he makes these guards and wastelanders who are frantically fighting back see enemies and equipment in completely different locations.

And the other three substitute fighters are just sitting on the dirty tin sheet and chatting - with the current intensity of the battle, they don't even need to stand up and make a move...

But at this time...

I saw that in the distance, in the center of Diamond City, on the tallest spire, a long cannon barrel stretched out, firing a cannon at the five soul warriors.

I saw a thick and long rocket bombarded with a tail flame, and it can be seen that the warhead is an oval shape, painted with a shark's mouth and eyes, and most importantly, on the side of the warhead, a nuclear symbol composed of three triangles is printed - this is a nuclear warhead!

Not to mention what the yield of this nuclear warhead is, even if it is a nuclear bomb with small power, it is still a nuclear weapon, and the use of it in its own city also shows the courage of the city's controller.

It's just that courage is courage, and there is no inevitable relationship between whether or not you can succeed...

The nuclear warhead rockets flew towards the intruders of hundreds of people, as well as the pickup truck, with an indomitable momentum, only to see a white man with bandages and willows sitting in the pickup truck also stood up, and he just raised one hand.

I saw that the nuclear warhead rocket was still far away from the pickup truck, and the long tail flame went out with two "poof, poof" sounds, and the warhead, which had lost its propulsion, was planted towards the ground - and it successfully fell to the ground, and it did not explode, but simply became a pile of parts.

With the nuclear warhead rocket failing, finally, several men and women, ignoring the effects of group illusions, stood at the front of the convoy, at the front of which was a small-eyed man with a blood-colored knife, a trench coat, and a bandage on his right hand.