Weak and gentle, cold and harsh, the two breaths of conflict, mixed in a person, give people a very strong feeling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zore's eyes narrowed.

Because he knows the man.

Not much is known though.

In addition to the man's common name among the Commanders and the status of the top of the Phantom Legion, Zore had even seen this face for the first time.

However, this did not prevent him from confirming.

Because there are not many people who can get close to the ten meters behind him...... Here and now, there is only one person who can do and can do it.

"Fortunately." Zore said, "Your Excellency Simon, or rather, Miss Simon?" It's an honor to meet the most mysterious faces in the Phantom Legion. ”

"Your target is me?"

The man known as Simon spoke, his voice soft, but Zore's brow trembled uncontrollably.

Because when facing those somewhat thin eyes, he was as if he was facing the 10,000-year-old ice wall of the polar region, and there was a cold cold wind, blowing into his heart with his sight.

"Originally...... is to take the core here. Zore said.

He paused, because he noticed that his tone seemed respectful, so he began to provoke: "Since you have met Your Excellency, of course the target can be changed. ”

The word target, when used to describe an object, often means plunder, but when replaced by a person, it means more death.

It is not uncommon for the moderator to kill his own kind.

Quest requirements, item scrambles, and even disagreement...... There are many reasons to kill each other. However, the death of an opponent is rarely used as a real goal - for the Adjuster, death is nothing more than a loss of experience and soul power. Or huge, but not unacceptable.

And it is not easy for a hierarchical adjuster, even if it is a superficial kill like this.

Abilities, Sorcery, Technology...... The experience of wandering through the dimensional universe will allow the moderator to accumulate various abilities. Let them gradually detach, after level 20 they are no longer mortals, and finally they can even approach the concept of gods. Zore himself has escaped from the danger of being besieged more than a dozen times, several times with the enemy, and several times successfully counter-killed the opponent. So he knew very well how much it would cost to kill a Temperer of a higher rank than him.

"The core of higher energy is precious."

Simon said slowly.

Ignoring the provocation altogether, as if seeking another answer: "But without a whole system of energy delivery, it doesn't have much meaning." If you just need soul power, we can support ......"

"Haha." Zore laughed, "And then, we can be friends with the Phantom Legion?" ”

"The Phantom Legion has a lot of friends."

The Phantom Legion, the cheesy name represents a group of moderators. The largest surviving organization of the Coordinators, consisting of a coalition of seven hundreds.

Theoretically, the group of 100 is the largest form of organization that the 'company' has prepared for the coordinators, which is enough to cope with the 'scene' where entry is usually limited to 30 people. So any organization on top of this is not recognized – 'non-recognition' means that there is no guarantee of coercive force. For those who rely on strength, believe in power, and only believe in power, without the constraint of power, it is equivalent to nothingness.

But the Phantom Legion is not empty.

With the union of seven teams and more than a dozen allies, it has a scale of more than 1,000 people, becoming a behemoth. Moreover, this behemoth continues to grow, and keeps growing - after all, there are many benefits to being a friend of a behemoth, such as resources, such as intelligence, such as help.

"Friends ......"

Zore chewed on the word and said, "What if we can't be friends?" ”

"It's not a friend, and it can't be an enemy." Simon said.

"Not an enemy? Seeing you rise a tall building, watching you feast guests, seeing that your building does not collapse...... So what are we going to do if we're not friends? Eat leftovers and cold rice, earn a few hard-earned money, and continue to live in the bag in reality? But Sir Simon, do you know how thick the thickest bread is? I've heard that it's two inches, and if it's more than that, it's easy to choke people to death. ”

Zore told two jokes in a row.

Even if it's not funny, he does his best to make his voice easier.

But he knew he was nervous. The chest cavity expanded, the breathing was elongated, and the pupils constricted, reflecting the figure that could be described as beautiful.

It is a soft and delicate beauty, shoulders, waist, arms, every line is slender. In comparison, Zore, who is one meter tall and nine meters wide and one meter wide at the shoulders, seems to be a lot. His sturdy bones are covered with thick, tight, well-trained muscles that combine endurance, explosiveness, and hardness, as well as a complex variety of forces and instincts to cope with all situations.

That's all he's got by beating two hundred missions and becoming a level 19 adjuster.

But at this moment, all this—his strength, his experience, his instincts—was converging to tell him about the danger of the enemy.

There is only danger.

"We also have a lot of enemies, but they're all dead."

Simon said.

This is a very prosaic sentence, without any fierce curse, but with an affirmation, so that the listener cannot give birth to the affirmation of resistance, it has been cultivated with countless years of blood and fire and self-confidence and indifference. A fact is recounted.

Zore only felt that his hair was numb and cold, and the muscles in his back were completely stiff, although the person in front of him still did not move, but he suddenly believed that as long as the other party raised a finger, there would be an incalculable huge amount of energy coming from all directions, piercing itself, tearing it, and turning it into dust.

That shouldn't happen.

Because there were six people gathered around Zore.

The conversation between the two people was only nine sentences, but by the time the conversation was completed, the six people had already done something.

Two people at the end of the corridor not far away, each carrying a suitcase.

One meter square, fifty centimeters thick, with four raised hemispheres on each side, and the fine notch streamer is shining - EMS, a product of the technological plane, generates special electromagnetic waves that can suppress the skills of the modulator. Because it can disrupt the wavelength of mental energy, not only abilities but also spell-type abilities are affected.

The other two were in the middle of the hallway. Each of them had a staff and a shield.

The staff is of wood, etched with fine grain, and the shield is of iron, with a rough surface with scratches. It's just that both of them are emitting a glowing green glow, and in this light, everything around them falls into an eerie silence.

The last two men, standing behind the sides of the west gate, together with Zore, form a fret.

Infallible.

interferes with mental power, blocks external energy, and since the other party is not equipped with exoskeletons and armor, it means that she should not be good at those, and it is not like the type of melee combat that uses physical strength.

So, what else can she do?

Can't do anything, can you? At least if the situation were reversed, the answer would be like this.

But Zore couldn't be sure of that—

The Phantom has seven regimental commanders and fourteen deputy regimental commanders, and Simon is not among them...... The reason why no subordinate can become the top of the legion is naturally a powerful force.

But so far, no one knows what that power is.

The unknown is the most fearful.

Simon moved.

It's not big, it's not fast, it's just a matter of raising your hand. But at this time, everyone's attention is bound and naturally attracted to this hand.

The hands are slender and soft, and the skin is delicate and white, glowing like fine porcelain.

It's not as if, it's glowing...... This brilliance became brilliant in an instant! But it didn't make anyone's eyes sting, but made their eyes widen.

The surrounding corridors seemed to disappear, and they seemed to be standing in a beautiful place, with clear skies like celadon and clouds like silk. There is a beautiful field at your feet, and there is a babbling stream in the field, but if you look closely, the water is not clear, but milky, with the aroma of milk, and there is a strong sweet fragrance in the air.

Is it a hallucination?

Zore was startled, and he turned his gaze blankly to see his companion with the staff and shield, and the companion with the EMS, their faces equally surprised, but that surprise was mixed with a kind of intoxication, and when the gentle breeze blew through the field, it made a rustling sound, and it should be matched with the sound of the murmuring water. 'A land of milk and honey flows. Suddenly someone whispered the word.

Bang!

The roar tore through the whisper, and Zore pulled out his side gun, pulling the trigger at the warm light source!

The light diminished. The shadow of the corridor vaguely appeared in front of him, but in the middle, the delicate and slender figure was gone!

Zore roared.

Countless rays of light lit up around him, different from the warmth of the sun, this light was sharp, sharp, and a phantom of hundreds of swords! They swept everything around them with the friction of metal, and the tinkling friction rolled like thunder in an instant!

EMS is not invincible, it will leave a hole in a certain wavelength, and that is the door that users use to attack their opponents, but this door should be extremely secure, and only certain people who have been wavelength coordinated can use it!

Could it be that Simon is the type who can change his mental wavelength at will?

The moment the thought flashed, Zore heard a voice.

It says, "Thou shalt not kill." ”

The voice was flat, low, like a tired old man teaching his children. However, when the voice fell, the sword barrier that surrounded Zore disappeared!

Zore was not shocked, and reached out and pressed it on his waist. And a golden light enveloped him.

However, as soon as the golden light rose, the silver light fell from the sky! It was the brilliance of lightning that gathered from the blue sky, and they jumped from cloud to cloud, and converged, and finally turned into waves of electricity that rushed straight down.

You can't hide, you can't move, you can't escape,

The silver glow was so cold that it stiffened Zore, and in the middle of nowhere, he seemed to remember what someone had told him

"We probably won't succeed this time......"