Juan is an ordinary Dark Dragoon Ensign.

He has a good ability: spell-like fourth-order and psionic domain fourth-order weapon control, which makes his combat power on the battlefield much stronger than in individual combat.

He is still very young and has a good future, at least in the family's internal inspection and evaluation report, it is clearly pointed out that he has the potential to advance to the fifth order weapon control.

It may seem that the Psionics are not as powerful as spell-like powers, but they can be more useful in teams and on the battlefield.

This is a rare talent for the whole family.

Juan was only a son of a branch of Arthur's family, and he didn't have many resources, but it was enough for him to perfect his abilities, and maybe even get the rank of dragoon major.

It's just that the war has been going on so far, and the rank of the Dark Dragoon has lost its role to a large extent.

After the entire Bloody Council split into two camps, the Dark Dragoons lost their resources to fight against Huàn.

Most of the original products were provided by various families, and the production of Dragoon's own production base was quite limited.

If there is not enough to redeem huàn, the authority loses its meaning.

Juan hoped that the war would end sooner rather than later, so that he could return to his quiet life.

No, even if the war is over, the old life will not come again.

In the midst of the war, the Arthur family gave birth to four babies in succession, and they were tested to have at least fourth-order abilities at birth.

This made Juan, who was just 2 years old, feel an inexplicable threat.

Fourth-order abilities are not terrible, but what is terrible is that the proportion of capable people among newly-born children is getting higher and higher, and their talents are becoming more and more terrifying.

The birth length of new humans is also accelerating, and at the age of ten they can barely be considered warriors.

Maybe in another ten years, Juan, who is now a key cultivation object of the family, will become a combat force that can be relied on, and in another ten years, he will become a dispensable marginal figure.

While thinking wildly, he found a leeward place and lit a cigarette.

With a wave of his hand, the ten servants dispersed on their own, took up a vantage point, and began to be on guard.

As far as the eye could see, there was scorched earth and ruins, and in the distance, a telephone pole still standing upright was covered with scavenging crows.

"This damn place!" Juan cursed in disgust.

He hated the wilderness, and he hated war.

Every time he came to the wilderness, he would have an inexplicable fear, and often have the illusion that he was the only one left in the whole world, with no food, no place to live, cold, tired, and not knowing where the end was, only at a loss.

And now, that feeling enveloped him again.

In fact, this is not the front line, and it is still hundreds of kilometers away from the area where the Calamity Scorpion often operates.

Juan's mission is to prevent a squad of Calamity Scorpion warriors from infiltrating the family territory and wreaking havoc within the family's territory.

Although infiltrating from here will only be a dead end, the suicide attacks of the Calamity Scorpion Cultivator are already very famous, and it is not surprising to encounter a suicide squad.

The weather was still cold, wet, and very uncomfortable.

Just as Juan was thinking wildly, the cigarette in his hand suddenly went out! As soon as he wanted to scold, he felt something, and Huo Ran turned around! Behind him, there stood a young girl with dark eyes, a slightly round little face delicate and white, and a confused look in her eyes, looking at Juan in a daze.

She wore a long black dress, the hem of which was torn into strips of rags, revealing two round and snow-white thighs.

She is unusually beautiful, but also at a loss, just like a girl who can no longer find a home after the world is destroyed.

But what her beauty brought Juan was not pleasure or **, but bottomless fear! "You ......" Juan tried to ask who she was, but the following words were choked in her throat.

He watched as the girl's hand slowly reached over, grabbed his neck, and twisted it casually.

Immediately, Juan felt that his body had become very, very light, so light that he couldn't feel weight at all.

From beginning to end, he couldn't control his body, and could only experience the whole process of death clearly and completely.

Fortunately, darkness finally came, blurring Juan's last consciousness.

"The sixth lamb, the hunt is complete."

Pandora tossed Juan's head into her backpack and put it back behind her.

It's a backpack, it's big, and it's bulging.

When Pandora carried it, she was like a girl in middle school.

The girl with the backpack turned around and walked deep into the Arthur family's territory, and in the bleak wilderness, her figure made people feel indescribably desolate and cold.

A few minutes later, the servants, who had never received a new order, arrived at Juan's resting place, only to see his headless body.

Despite their efforts, the servants were unable to find any clues at the scene.

The absence of one Juan had no effect on the situation in the Northwest.

Don't say one Juan, even dozens of Juan, the Arthur family can afford to lose.

On the front line facing the Scorpion of Calamity, the width of the long front is more than 2 kilometers.

The Arthurs had set up two guard posts on this front, the main purpose of which was to preempt the invasion of the Scorpion of Calamity and annihilate it by the main forces assembled behind the cordon.

In turbulent years, the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers has increased by tens or even hundreds of times, but the total number of troops is very limited.

The old method of continuous closed positional warfare is outdated.

At the front line is Borriello. Arthur, the contemporary patriarch of the Arthur family.

After Oberen's disappearance, he had to put aside his leisurely pastoral life, put on his armor again, reorganize his army, repel strong enemies externally, and defend against the Allies internally.

As a figure of the older generation, Borriello does not have the amazing talent of the younger generation of the family, nor does he have the force to force for a while, but he has always been praised for his grasp of the family's business management and strategic direction.

After only a year, Borriello is visibly old.

The generals and assistants around him all knew the reason, and they were all careful not to touch the reason.

He still stood as tall as a soldier, and his voice was sonorous and powerful as he patrolled the troops, and although the cultivators of the Scorpion of Calamity often came in like a tidal wave, they would always be crushed in front of him.

The battle situation is both satisfactory and unsatisfactory.

If Oberen was here, most of them would have been constantly encircling and annihilating a large number of Calamity Scorpion troops in the movement war, and even the Calamity Scorpion, which was mainly based on cultivating people, would not be able to withstand the continuous blood loss.

And if it had been commanded by Persephone, perhaps the family army would have stepped into the scorpion nest by now.

Lost Persephone, and Oberen.

But the disappearance of two geniuses at the same time is the heaviest blow to the Arthur family in twenty years! Miss them not only Borriello, but also many of the generals of the Arthur family, and even those heirs who continue to advance from the throne, hoping to get news of them one day.

The children of these big families have received strict training since childhood, and they have long known that the situation is dangerous, and now the position of the head of the family is a crater, if there is no ability, even if they sit on it, they will only be burned to ashes.

In contrast, they hope that there will be a strong figure in charge to lead the entire family through this war and show strength.

At this moment, Borriello, dressed in heavy armor, appeared on a guard post, staring into the distance with eagle-like eyes.

The post was originally manned by ten fighters, with light and heavy firepower and two motorized off-road vehicles.

And now, just behind the outpost lay an ambush in the ruins of a full hundred of the most elite warriors, each with at least one of the third-order abilities.

And there were also twenty people in the family who had reached the ability of level 5 or above in martial arts.

More than a dozen kilometers away, 50 heavy artillery pieces were deployed.

This is the best way to deal with cheap training troops.

All kinds of intelligence suggest that the Calamity Scorpion will launch an important offensive in this direction.

And Borriello, who got the news, prepared to fight an ambush battle and annihilate the Scorpion's attacking forces in one fell swoop.

As the twilight deepened, smoke and dust began to rise on the horizon at the end of the sight, and the earth began to tremble slightly, and the faint roar was like thunder before a storm.

Two faint figures appeared from the darkness like ghosts, rushed to Borriello, half-knelt on the ground, and said: "Master, it has been detected that the troops in front are the cultivated army of the Calamity Scorpion, a total of 996 people, equipped with 5 armored vehicles, 15 main battle vehicles, 25 large mechas, and 1 self-propelled gun.

There are 2 third-level commanders, 5 second-level commanders, and one first-level commander in the team. ”

Borriello nodded, motioning for the two scouts to step aside.

Although the attack force of the Calamity Scorpion was large, it was still a little smaller than he expected.

By the time they reach range, after a few rounds of heavy artillery bombardment, more than a third of the casualties will be inflicted.

At that time, the more threatening ones were the second-level commanders with fifth-order abilities and the first-level commanders with seventh-order abilities.

It's just that in recent months, the frequency and intensity of the Calamity Scorpion's attacks have decreased a lot, could it be that their logistics have finally been unable to keep up? Borriello pondered and observed.

The vanguard of the Calamity Scorpion is already within range of the heavy artillery, and only when their rearguard units are fully within range is the right time to attack.

Heavy artillery can't destroy commanders, mechs and combat vehicles, but armored personnel carriers, artillery, and trained soldiers can't escape.

There are too many warriors to train people, and reducing their numerical advantage will make the battle much easier.

Borriello is not an adventurous person, preferring to accept a definite limited victory.

However, before Borriello could give the order, an armored vehicle in the Calamity Scorpion attack formation looming in the distance slammed into a slam, and then a blazing orange fireball rose up, gradually turning into black smoke, turning into a small mushroom cloud and rising into the sky! Borriello's face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to ask who was firing the cannon indiscriminately, but he immediately realized that he had just heard the sharp whistling of the heavy artillery shells flying through the air.

It seems that it is not that his subordinates do not obey orders, but that a third party has entered the battlefield.

On the flanks of the Calamity Scorpion, two figures flashed from behind the ruins, and it turned out to be Elena and Oberen.

Both of them were shrouded in light curtains, obviously integrating the protective force field of multiple attributes.

"The Scorpion of Calamity's troops, their strength is not very good, do you want to clean it up?" Elena asked, looking very docile.

Oberen clasped his hands together and pushed at a mecha that had just turned around, and the instantly rising temperature detonated the ammunition inside the mecha, and another fireball shot into the sky! After answering Elena's question with action, Oberen smiled and said, "Clean them all, there is my family's army on the other side, and heavy artillery shells are very expensive." ”

"yes, okay."

Elena replied very softly, waved her right hand, and with Su Zhang's five fingers, a fire cloud with a radius of more than ten meters was generated out of thin air, sweeping forward with an astonishing degree, floating over a hundred meters in an instant.

The clouds of fire swept by, the trained soldiers turned into torches in an instant, and the armored personnel carriers also... Burst, only mechs and chariots can be safe.

Elena is stunningly beautiful, but she has taken nearly a hundred lives with a wave of her hand, and her lethality is even several times that of the already terrifying Oberen.

Two pleasing killing machines marched side by side, like a life reaper swept through the battle formation of the Calamity Scorpion.

Two huge gaps were plowed into the originally tight battle formation. U