Iron slag hovered in the air, calmly observing, and it wasn't long before the human man suddenly convulsed, his limbs shaking irregularly, and his mouth emitting a muffled cry as if he were "sheep madness". {We don't write novels, we're just web text porters-

After a few moments, the human stopped convulsing and lay motionless on the ground, as if he had lost signs of life. Iron Slag suddenly narrowed his eyes and flew over slowly.

But just as he was getting closer, the human man lying on the ground suddenly turned his head, and then jumped up without warning and pounced. Seeing that pale and distorted face getting closer and closer, the iron slag who had been prepared raised his hand and shot it directly. The large exploding bullet burst through his chest and into the soil.

"Gollum...... Belch...... Goo ......"

However, the man who had been blasted into a hole in his chest was not dead, and he rolled on the ground and struggled for a while, and then got up again. Seeing this, Iron Slag immediately held the gun in both hands, aimed at the opponent's head, and fired three shots in a row.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Three bursting bullets were fired into the man's forehead, mouth, and neck, beating him into a headless corpse.

Then, the iron slag reloaded the bullets, and was about to get closer to observe, but the headless corpse staggered to its feet, and was not even dead! He was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly flew backwards, pulling away for a long distance.

"Chirp...... Tweeted...... Tweeted...... Tweeted...... Tweeted...... Tweet ......"

But before he could see the situation clearly, a sharp hiss sounded all around! Immediately afterward, the sand and dust rose as far as the eye could see, and dense cries broke through the ground. Iron Slag only glanced at it, then flapped its membranous wings and flew quickly towards the rear.

In an instant, thousands of cries suddenly appeared in the otherwise silent aspen forest of the Dead Sea. They hissed as they swept under the slag like water dragons. Fortunately, these are crawlers on the ground, and they can't threaten the iron slag in the air.

"Alice, get out of here!" He shouted loudly while flapping his membranous wings at a high frequency. At the same time, a blue light suddenly flashed in the distance, and a figure rose into the sky, drawing an arc in mid-air, and flew towards him quickly.

Iron Slag's pupils shrank, and he recognized the person. The style of the power armor is Edward Sosey's Chubu Heavy Industries mass-produced second-generation psionic power armor. He immediately judged that the other party had betrayed the human race and colluded with the bee ant swarm. It can be seen that the fortress of Tyre was besieged by the swarms, which may have something to do with Edward.

When the enemy saw each other, his eyes were extremely red, but he didn't stop for a moment, and flew towards the red comet at full speed. The psionic power armor flew much faster than his membranous wings, catching up in an instant.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Without looking back, the slag shot five times back, then retracted its membranous wings and crashed into the red comet flying at full speed. At the same time, two of the five bursting rounds hit the rapidly flying Edward, sending him off course.

Taking advantage of this gap, the iron slag landed steadily on the locomotive, but as soon as the throttle was twisted, the high-pressure gas suddenly sprayed out, and flew towards the road at full speed.

In the blink of an eye, Edward caught up again, but he didn't fly much faster than the red comet, only getting closer. At this moment, the ground is a surging tide of insects, and the air is a flying psionic warrior, and the situation is very critical.

"Alice, autopilot."

[Yes, my captain]

As the sound of mechanical synthesis sounded, Iron Slag let go of the handlebars, swung his shoulders, removed the Psionic Warrior Rifle, pulled the bolt, loaded it, pushed the chamber, and charged his ability.

At this time, Edward followed, pulled out the Psionic Silver Star, and continuously pulled the trigger, emptying the entire box of bullets!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Seven psionic bullets rang out, shooting in seven different directions, locking out all of the Iron Slag's dodge directions.

However, the iron slag holding the rifle stood still, maintaining the posture of holding the gun, allowing the oncoming bullet to penetrate his body. Except for the pause of the impact, he didn't make any sound, nor did he make any more movements, just aimed at the target steadily, waiting for the moment when the stars and sand converged.

Looking at the determined figure, Edward, who was rapidly approaching, suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, suddenly lost the courage to attack, turned around, crossed a blue arc, and fled towards the rear......

A few seconds later, looking at the blue point of light that disappeared into the sky, the iron slag spurted out a mouthful of blood, then put away the rifle and lay on the car weakly. If Edward had fought to the death just now, he could have loaded his bullets before he could shoot and give him seven more bullets. At that time, even if he was beaten with iron, he would not be able to withstand such damage. Fortunately, Edward was greedy for life and afraid of death, otherwise he would not have been able to leave alive.

After a few moments, he shook off the swarm behind him and galloped away in the direction of the Wind Sand Castle. At this moment, he was shot twice, one through his left lung lobe and the other into his right shoulder. He injected himself with an anesthetic and pressed the wound tightly, reducing the flow of blood. Now that the old wound has not healed, and a new one has been added, he is too weak to drive the locomotive, and can only lie half-on the car, driven by Alice.

Three hours later, the outline of the city gradually appeared on the distant horizon......

[Captain, there's a hospital at 3.7 kilometers ahead, do you want to go there?] Alice asked.

"No...... Can't go to the hospital...... When treating wounds...... They might find out about me...... My identity ......," Iron Slag said with a squirming lip.

[You're losing blood, and your body temperature and adrenal hormone levels are slowly decreasing, so think of a way......] Alice said anxiously.

"I didn't ...... It's okay...... Just drink some water......" Iron Slag said intermittently.

[Don't you go to the hospital?] So what to do? Alice asked.

"Find ...... Find a pharmacy...... And then...... Take me to the hotel...... I myself will ...... Treating wounds ......"

[Yes, my captain," Alice whispered.

Half an hour later, the red comet rushed into the wind sand castle with iron slag, turned into the shopping street, and came to a pharmacy. Later, the iron slag staggered out of the car, went to the pharmacy to buy some medical bandages, alcohol and hemostats, and then opened a room in a small hotel nearby and treated the wound briefly. He is an insect, as long as he takes out the warhead, the wound can heal on its own, and he is not too badly injured, just a little too much blood loss, and his body is a little weak. And the reason why he didn't bother the old blind was because he felt that the old blind man's strength was limited and might not be able to provide him with good medical conditions. Anyway, I'm going back to the academy, so it's better to hold on for two more days and go to Elder Ebony for further treatment.

After treating his wounds, he drank some water, rested for a while, and when he had recovered part of his body, he left the hotel and went to the gun shop to find Master Ya and ask about the progress of the refurbishment of the double-barreled shotgun.

When he saw the iron slag, Cang Haiya looked very happy, took a wooden box from the back room, and put it in front of the iron slag. When I opened the lid of the box, I saw a thick layer of cotton cloth spread inside the box, and a shiny old gun was lying quietly on the cotton cloth. The peachy wooden handle of the gun has been renewed, all the old scratches have been erased, and the metal parts such as the barrel and trigger are shiny, reflecting the snow-bright aperture.

Looking at this old gun that has accompanied him for more than ten years, Tie Slag couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes, slowly raised his hands, and after staring at it for a while, he picked up the cotton cloth in the box and wiped it gently.

"The springs and the machine have been replaced, polished with secret steel, and it will be fine for another twenty or thirty years, and the chamber has been re-polished......," the old man said with a smile, touching his beard.

With a "click", the iron slag broke open the barrel and tried it, and then pulled the trigger, feeling that all the loose places had become dense. Trying, he suddenly touched a rough place, turned it over, and saw three small ancient characters engraved on the side of the handle of the gun—Gale Gun.

"This gun has gone through many years of ups and downs and already has a soul, so the old man took it upon himself to name it." The old man said.

"Gale ......," Iron Slag repeated thoughtfully.

"Its shot is like a fierce wind, hence the name Gale Gun." The old man explained.

"Thank you!" Iron Slag came back to his senses and bowed deeply to the old man. Then, he took out the star stone black/card and wanted to pay for the renovation, but was stopped by the old man.

"Young man, it's enough for the old man to have the honor of naming this gun." The old man nodded. That day, as soon as he removed the spring, the spring broke into two, and as soon as he removed the machine, the machine broke into several pieces, and he had lived for so many years, but it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. It is inconceivable that this gun can still be used normally until the last moment. He couldn't help but remember that many years ago, his master once said to him that in this world, some guns have souls. But he never believed it, he thought it was just a joke on the whim of the master. Until that day, he finally believed, and he believed that there was a tenacious and unyielding soul hidden in this old gun.

After bidding farewell to Master Ya, Iron Slag stepped onto the red comet and opened to the Gate of Seth. It didn't take long for the red comet to sail onto the viaduct and pass through the sea-like gate of time and space to the town of Quicksand.

In Quicksand Town, Iron Slag finds the Academy Alliance's tarmac, explains his identity to the clerk, and shows his star stone black/card to go through the sailing procedures.

About five hours later, a large flying machine slowly descended as it passed by. It is about 80 meters long and 25 meters wide, called the "Sky Train", which is fixed around various stations in the central and western continents.

After picking up the iron slag and dozens of passengers, high-pressure gases erupted from the bottom of the aircraft, and then took off into the air and flew towards the far western continent......