Early the next morning, Su Qin came to the church where he was squatting yesterday again.

Of course, it is impossible for him to continue to choose the bell tower as a sniper point. The gunfire from the shooting in the dark will become very noticeable, and the Germans who survived yesterday will inevitably report his position, if he goes there today......

He hasn't lived long enough.

On the second floor of a half-blown house on the side of the street that was destroyed by the Luftwaffe, Su Qin hid his figure behind a heavy curtain. He covered his head with a tattered cloak, revealing only the barrel of a gun wrapped in rags, waiting for the enemy to appear. Although the German operation to cross this area overnight last night failed, this does not rule out the possibility that they will try again during the day.

During this time, he and his comrades in the sniper company have already figured out the terrain and topography of the road from the Mayev Heights to the "Red October" factory. No matter which route the Germans advanced, they could not escape the snipers. The command gave them instructions to completely drag the enemy into a quagmire of street fighting. In order to speed up the occupation of Stalingrad, the Germans had to begin to look for a new route of advance.

It is very likely that last night's squad was the advance force they sent to explore the way. In order to further slow down the pace of the German advance and give the follow-up counterattack troops valuable time to prepare. The soldiers of the sniper company must stop these men with all their might, trying to leave enough blood for the Germans for every step they take.

However, Su Qin was extremely tired of this. If it weren't for the identity background imposed by the consuls, he would not have wanted to get involved in this war full of all kinds of bloody killings. Real war is not a video game, and it is impossible to take a life without feeling at the click of a mouse. Looking at the German troops that appeared again in front of the scope, Su Qin sighed tiredly and moved the crosshair to the knee position of the non-commissioned officer leading the team.

"Are you going to run away again?" The hoarse and sexy voice of the magic sword suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Su Qin to almost hit the opponent in the chest with one shot. Thankfully, he was able to retract the finger that pulled the trigger at the last second.

"What are you doing?" Su Qin raised his eyebrows and said in an unkind tone.

"It's nothing~ I just want to see you harvest your soul cleanly." The magic sword said coquettishly.

Sunlight pours in through the broken windows, and the remnants of the wooden window frames divide them into small patches of light. The magic sword that took shape of a young noblewoman laughed and jumped from one spot to another, and the warm winter sun passed through her graceful figure, leaving a slender projection in the shape of a long sword on the ground.

"Even if I do kill people, I won't let you devour their souls."

Although he firmly rejected the Demon Sword's request verbally, Su Qin also knew that this weak rebuttal could not eliminate the fear of the Demon Sword in his heart. Eltarus's last words never let people go. So until now, his actual number of kills is still zero, and the craftsman ability strengthened from the Archon can barely restrain the magic sword's active soul-sucking behavior.

But doing so in itself made him fall behind in the contest with the will of the magic sword.

"Why so resistant? Isn't my strength your strength? The slightly superior magic sword continued to tease the host's tense nerves.

"I'm not interested in uncontrollable power." Su Qin said unmoved.

"What a cold guy." The magic sword snorted lightly and began to sing an aria from "The Magic Catapult": No one warns you. This song, which was supposed to be sung by a man, was vividly interpreted by the magic sword in her slightly hoarse voice, fully reflecting the subtle and irrepressible joy of the antagonist of the play, Kasbah, when the plot is about to succeed. It's a pity that the only audience who can hear her singing at this moment doesn't have a trace of Yaxing who appreciates the music.

Ever since he knew that the magic sword could draw energy from the enemy's fear of him, the more Su Qin felt that he was like an insect that had fallen into a spider's web, trapped by the tighter and tighter silk threads. Looking at the sky filled with gunsmoke, he suddenly realized that he had not experienced such a feeling of dislocation in many years. But only in such a predicament can he unleash 120% of his potential that he has never used normally.

Think, think, think, think non-stop. As long as his life is not over, he still has the possibility of winning.

"What will happen to you if I die?" Remembering what the monster had said, Su Qin suddenly asked.

"Probably, Eltarus will come and pick me up." The magic sword that was interrupted from singing glared at Su Qin unhappily, and then deliberately said perfunctorily in a boring voice. Although she didn't care on the surface, the broken glass bottle on the ground reflected her right hand behind her back trembled slightly.

Obviously, the magic sword did not tell the truth. So what exactly is she hiding?

Su Qin, who had finally made up his mind, touched the envelope placed close to his chest, and the flame of will burned wildly under his eyes. The young man resolutely put down the rifle in his hand and got up to open the heavy dusty curtains, and the sunlight passed through the air, and the dust scattered on the young and pale face reflected a smile of awareness.

"Magic sword, magic sword, you are still a weapon that doesn't understand people's hearts." Su Qin said words that the magic sword couldn't understand, leaving her no room to think. Su Qin jumped down from the window, and his flexible and strong body instilled with spiritual energy allowed him to land in front of the enemy with great ease.

Under the astonished gaze of the Germans, this unarmed young man actually walked towards them without fear. Because of the previous shocking scene, the German soldiers raised their guns and pointed directly at the stranger in front of him wearing a cloak.

"The weapon should have the appearance of a weapon, and the sword should remain in the possession of the bearer." The connection between the weapon and the craftsman in his heart, Su Qin's tone resolutely made an ultimatum.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The magic sword lowered its voice and looked at Su Qin threateningly, and the pale mask that covered half of his face suddenly cracked a gap.

"If you can't get rid of the fate of becoming a puppet, what is the point of death?" Su Qin calmly walked forward, and the sound of a series of bullets loading continued to come into his ears, as if death was whispering softly in the air. The dark clouds also obscured the pale winter sun, like the wings of the god of the underworld hanging over Su Qin's head.

Without using the Force or inducing spiritual energy, in order to push the magic sword to the limit, Su Qin walked forward towards the muzzle of the gun without defense.

"But......" The magic sword gritted its teeth and stopped in front of Su Qin, even if it absorbed a huge number of negative soul wavelengths. She has not yet absorbed any soul, after all, she has not been able to change her nature, and can only wander around like a phantom, but she cannot directly affect anything that is being born in reality.

"You damn bastard!"

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