In the air, there seems to be an extremely dangerous aura, lurking quietly, but with just a slight fire, it will erupt with great power and create a catastrophe of natural disaster level.

A force as terrifying as an abyss that was almost suffocating filled Lin Yue's body, as if it would explode in the next moment, and then destroy everything.

The lightning flickered, and the knife was cold.

The cold blade and crackling electricity kept scurrying, and the reincarnation blood lancet was almost instantaneously triggered to the limit, and the subtle current detonated the air, crackling and crackling.

"Brother Dilin, in fact, you don't need to be so wary of us, the purpose of our coming here is to want you to join our team."

O'Brien said.

"Why should I promise you?"

Di Lin put down the Calamity Spear in his hand, stood beside the track with his shoulders crossed, closed his eyes slightly, and the whole person was as cold as a frozen and brittle iron plate, as if it could be completely frozen and shattered at any time, bursting out sharp and deadly ice and iron chips.

"Because, you are not a person who is willing to be lonely."

Lin Yue didn't have the slightest cold anger, but his tone was very steady, but the meaning of the steel in the meaning was like a raging flame, mixed with blazing heat!

"Be my companion, comrade-in-arms, and I will take you to see the endless sea at the end of the East, and conquer the whole earth at your feet; Wander the entire cosmic starry sky, and let the sky leave our own legend. ”

In the midst of that small sound, the things that had been silent in the bodies of the people awakened, or rather, they had always been there.

No matter what the era, there is always an unquenchable fire burning in the hearts of men, which is something that they are desperate for, even themselves.

A man's simple dream, even if it is illusory, can emit a light like the sun.

This is the first time in the legend of later generations to discover the majesty of the blood of the military god from the seemingly cynical man in front of him.

Marshal Lin Qiong, the god of war, was not strong because of his superb military force or his invincible command ability, but because of the courage and light of his own dream turned into the dream of tens of millions of people, and the courage and light of tens of millions of people to follow his back and charge.

Because of this indescribable personality charm, countless heroes of the world are broken, willing to follow him, charge for him, and die without regrets.

"Let me think about it."

After a long time, Di Lin exhaled and whispered.

He didn't make it clear, neither agreed nor opposed, but his face showed a hint of gloom, his eyes were as deep as a black hole in the universe, as if all the light was annihilated in it, the deep and dark kind of darkness, no one knew what he thought......

"Absolutely."

Lin Yue laughed, and clicked his finger on the mercenary's watch a few times, and a map was teleported to Di Lin's watch.

"This is our address, think clearly, come to us, we welcome all friends."

"Friends ......"

Di Lin recalled these two words, his eyes wandered, looking out of the sky, his expression was sometimes resentful, sometimes lonely.

……

"Do you think he'll join us?"

On the way back, Sephiroth glanced at Lin Yue, where the old god was there.

"Of course."

Lin Yue leisurely spit out a smoke ring, his long flowing hair covering his eyes, but he couldn't block the deep light in those eyes.

"I don't know what he's been through in the past, his heart is frozen in ice, so cold that it can isolate everything, but I can feel that he is not a cold-blooded person, and he is afraid of that kind of sincerity that can melt the cold."

Lin Yue smiled confidently, "I have confidence that he will be indifferent if he treats each other sincerely." ”

……

Sure enough, two days later, Di Lin came to the door.

At the same time, he was accompanied by a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

This young man has a beard, his hair is scattered, and his eyebrows are all decadent, but his purple eyes are very beautiful, and combined with his loose temperament, there is a kind of indulgent and uninhibited chic taste.

"I can join your mercenary group and see how far you can go......

Di Lin didn't talk nonsense, and expressed his intention straightforwardly.

"As for this guy, his name is Kao, nicknamed 'Doctor', he is a medical maniac, he is good at dispensing potions, and it should be useful to bring him."

"Hello everyone."

Her dark red hair was carefully groomed like a woman's, and her oiled, silky strands were tied up like a gentle flame. With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, Kao smiled gracefully as he looked at the people in the room with his blue eyes as calm as the sea.

Lin Yue also laughed and stretched out his hand in a friendly manner.

"Welcome to Broken Blade."

At this point, the seven people of Broken Blade finally gathered.

Lin Yue is in charge of the overall situation, Sephiroth and Di Lin are in charge, Eresi is in charge of electronic intrusion and intelligence gathering, Selena is secretly sniping, O'Brien is in charge of combat and defense, and the doctor Kao is in charge of medical treatment and strengthening.

At this moment, the unknown change began.

And when the choice of fate brought them together, the world quietly changed.

It was like a meteor piercing the darkness and landing in a lightless realm.

Seven young men walk side by side in silent darkness at the same time, destinies alienated and intimately close to each other.

It is like a lightning bolt in the darkness, stabbing straight down, as if to draw the prelude to an era.

Just like the darkest world, a small flame appears, constantly jumping.

Maybe the next moment, it will go out and cease to exist, maybe the next moment, it will light up the whole world.

The world of the future, who knows, fate? Perhaps.

……

……

The underground world of Behrin City is boiling, and these days, a powerful team of mercenaries, with the momentum of a hidden dragon, has appeared in front of everyone.

There are only seven people in this team, but the efficiency is scary, and the mission is 100% completed, and it never misses.

They applied for tasks continuously, mostly hunting interstellar pirates, almost all of them rushed around the battlefield, rising rapidly like comets, and in just a dozen days, they rose from E-level rookies to A-level, becoming one of the few A-level mercenary groups in the mercenary world! The battlefield style is known for its extreme calmness and ruthless killing.

They have caused a bloody storm in the underworld, and several large pirate groups have fallen into their hands.

The title of "Broken Blade" soon spread throughout the mercenary world, as well as the world of interstellar pirates, and countless interstellar pirates wanted to kill him quickly!

……

A new team of mercenaries, only after the washing of the fire of war, defeating powerful enemies, can finally become a division with its own soul.

But equally, the accumulation of wealth is also essential.

Replacement of equipment, development of chemicals, treatment of injuries...... None of them don't need money.

In the process of accumulating wealth in the early stages, robbery and plunder do have incomparable advantages. Although it is a bloody capital, it is undoubtedly the fastest way.

Therefore, Lin Yue's eyes were fixed on the countless interstellar pirates in Bermuda.

Star pirates are synonymous with greed and tyranny, and similarly, they have plundered countless cosmic merchant ships, and they also represent resources and wealth.

Almost every time they plundered, they were in a state of reluctance to eat each other. The contrast of combat power can be described as harsh. However, with Lin Yue's ability to coordinate the battlefield and the close cooperation of Sephiroth and Di Lin, he never missed a beat. And once it surpassed their combat power even a little bit, Lin Yue would not attack. The accuracy of his calculations and the decisiveness of his actions have never been heard of.

In addition, what is even more special is that the plundering plan formulated by the three of them every time is extremely bold, but every time it is perfectly realized. Among them, it is difficult for a veteran general or an elite soldier to match.

For mercenaries, victory is everything, and now, Broken Blade is constantly winning victory after victory, so it is naturally like a blood-soaked unsheathed sword, becoming sharper and sharper, and more and more chilling.

At present, five or six large pirate groups have fallen into their hands, and there are countless other small pirates.

With the strength of the war and the broken blade, it is growing day by day.

……

Belling, the small town of Kandra.

Inside a dilapidated house, Sephiroth quietly looked at the map, as if he wanted to engrave every stroke on it. The only exposed eye was a deep blue, and there were faint gray lines around the pupils, crystal clear, like a piece of the finest jade.

On the map, there is a pattern of heavy ink markings, and a blood-colored skull.

This is Broken Blade's new target, the Skeleton Pirate Regiment among Bermuda's top 10 A-tier pirate groups.

Their stronghold is hidden in this town.

After careful consideration by the leaders of Broken Blade, and countless iterations of the map, it was decided to let go of the other supply points hidden by the Skeleton Pirates in Bellin, and instead go straight to the heart of the town of Kandela, and initially achieved this strategic goal.

"Are you ready?"

Fingers pressed against the communicator in his ear, and he whispered.

"The first group has arrived in the combat area!"

"The second group is ready!"

"Third Group ......"

……

"Good, action!"

When the last set of reports rang in Sephiroth's ears, his voice was as calm as ever, like the surface of a lake without a trace of waves, but there was something different about it.

It was the smell of cold iron and blood, the echo of the ever-relentless battlefield of gunpowder.

Twenty miles outside the town of Kandra, more than two hundred well-trained warriors climbed out of the snow silently, slowly but surely, step by step towards the front.

Although there was no starlight or moonlight, the cold guns in their hands still emitted an oppressive cold light, making people feel a suffocating pressure.

More than 200 people walked on the dark wasteland, like a black torrent, gradually approaching this town.