Compared to ordinary human beings, high-level ability can already be regarded as another race in a large way, and time and space are no longer insurmountable obstacles.

North of the old Union borders, it was a vast and sparsely populated country. Before the outbreak of the war, the country, which had a territory larger than the Federation, had a population of no more than 40 million. Most of its territory is uninhabited mountains, tundra and forests, and many places are covered with snow and ice all year round. The areas of concentration are mainly in the southern strip bordering the Union, as well as in the warm western coast.

In a matter of days, Sue had crossed the old border and entered the vast, but even more inhospitable north. In the new era of radiation clouds covering the world, the climate here is even colder, with at least half of the year in the harsh winter, the rest in the cold spring and autumn, and the summer as short as a month or two. There are forests everywhere, but unlike the desolate and deep old times, these primeval forests are full of sandpipers, and you can see towering trees that grow strangely and hideously from time to time.

The war changed the whole world, and nearly a hundred years later, even the old trees had to adapt to a new era. All species that do not adapt to their environment have perished, and new species are growing and multiplying on their carcasses. If you look at it from a holistic perspective, the world is still alive and well.

Su Wuflawless sighed at this, he actually didn't know much about the changes of the times. Most of his knowledge of the old era comes from some broken magazines and books that have been left to this day, and the tapes and discs of the old era that store a huge amount of information show that they are fragile and few can survive under strong radiation. After joining the Dark Dragoon, as he increased his rank and authority, Su Cai came into contact with more and more knowledge of the old era. But looking back on the year spent in the Dark Dragoon, Su spent every minute and every second on making money to pay off his debts and becoming stronger, and in the later stage, he also needed to consider the needs of the three servants. He spent little time on the knowledge of the history of the old days, when any action that had nothing to do with improving his strength was such a luxury.

The entanglement with the apostles was always ongoing, and Su traveled more than 500 kilometers a day, and time was no longer the decisive factor. It wasn't a long journey for Sue and Medirri, but it was limited by Sylvanas's physique. However, the almost non-stop transfer and escape also made the boy's ability improve rapidly, and in a week, he had developed all the third-order abilities in the spell-like field, and the special ability of the third order also emerged: the primary anti-gravity force field. The primary anti-gravity force field can cancel out about 20% of gravity and can be used every six hours for three minutes. It's an amazing ability, and it's even more exciting if there is a high-level version in the future, but for now, Sylvanas still doesn't help in the current battle. But it can't be said that it is completely useless, the young man's body is very light, but Su and Medirli are actually very heavy, at the critical time of the apostle's consciousness search, the anti-gravity force field can increase the speed of the three of them accordingly, which is possible to save lives.

Although the apostolic consciousness of the Illusory World covered a vast area of hundreds of square kilometers, it obviously did not realize that Su, who had the ability to detect faults, had been able to perceive its existence. It searched piece by piece, but even with its terrifying consciousness, the extent of the northern kingdom was obviously too large to cover it all. In addition, the apostle's consciousness search is not without weaknesses, and in the seven-day tracking and counter-tracking, Su has found that speed is the biggest weakness of the apostle's consciousness. Even if it was moving at full speed, the apostolic consciousness that swept through like a dark cloud could only reach a speed of about 200 kilometers per hour. This was much slower than when Sue and Medirri burst out at full strength, and it also allowed Sue to break away from the apostle's consciousness scan at the slightest moment.

The apostles were wise. He had already found several traces of camping left by Su, and through Guò's calculations, he seemed to have discovered some pattern, and the movement of the consciousness search had obviously become strange and unpredictable. There were a few times when I was moving in one direction, but suddenly I turned around and pounced! This time the change almost caught Sue.

However, in terms of cunning, Sue and Medirli are clearly more clever than the apostles. After realizing the problem, Su's countermeasure turned out to be to follow the apostle's consciousness, always keeping a distance of about ten kilometers from the apostle's consciousness. The strategy paid off, and the apostle apparently had no idea that the three ants he was looking for were following at his feet.

The game of hide and seek goes on like this.

As time went on, the apostles' wrath also accumulated. As his consciousness roared by, Sue felt the volcanic eruption hidden in it more and more clearly. But it didn't frighten him, nor did Medirri. The teenagers and little girls of the past are no longer objects to be bullied and threatened. The apostles could kill them, but they could not be afraid.

And Pandora, like a lost elf, wanders aimlessly across the snowy fields.

This land of ice and snow is also inhabited, and at the foot of the rolling mountains, there is a small village. It is more appropriate to call it a fortress as a village. The concrete wall is two meters high, and a row of barbed wire is erected at the top of the wall. It's not a power grid, and in cold climates, electricity is a luxury and can't be wasted. But a striking skull sign hangs from the barbed wire, and the puddle of green water on the barbed wire clearly indicates that the barbed wire has been smeared with chemical toxins. It's more than the power grid's defenses.

The village is not large, and the only important facilities enclosed within the walls are the residents' houses, warehouses, ammunition depots, power stations, and deep wells for water purification. Fields and mostly less important buildings were built outside the walls. On either side of the village wall, there is a five-meter-high guard tower, on which two heavily armed sentries stand at all times, aiming their dark anti-aircraft machine guns at the gloomy primeval forest in the distance.

There are more than 30 families living in this village, and there are nearly 100 people. Unlike ordinary villages, there are only seven or eight children among the villagers, but there are no elderly people at all. The eldest village chief looked to be less than fifty years old, and his whole body was full of fierce aura. Except for children, almost everyone in the village is a capable person, and the village chief's sturdy body can be seen at least a fourth-order fighting domain ability. Several important buildings in the village are engraved with crosses, and below them are crossed automatic rifles and swords. The emblem is based on pale gold, which is the emblem of the Radiant Crusaders, but it is slightly different from the Radiant Crusaders who fought against the dragoons.

Life in the village is peaceful and affluent. The sparsely populated north has at least the benefit of being far fewer nuclear bombs that have landed in the region during the war. Much of the radiation here is brought by the fallout that drifts in after the formation of radiation clouds that cover the globe. Outside the village is a gentle slope with a small river running around the village. The river has frozen, but in the summer it provides plenty of water to the farmland outside the village. There is also a large semi-open livestock shed outside the village, which houses hundreds of large livestock. In terms of numbers, they can definitely provide the inhabitants of the village with food far beyond the standards of the times.

The village chief, or Captain Er, has been stationed here for more than a decade and has managed the village in good order with the limited supplies from the headquarters. It is far from the headquarters of the Holy Radiant Crusaders, more than a thousand kilometers in a straight line. Both communication and supply are very difficult. The most important reason why the Holy Radiance Crusaders built such a fortress here was that it was one of the largest uranium mines in the world before the war, in the mountains not far from it. Decades later, the former mining area has long since been turned into a forest, but in a new era when nuclear energy is increasingly becoming the primary energy source, the significance of a large uranium mine is needless to say. The Radiant Crusaders were not yet able to exploit the uranium mine, but that didn't prevent them from placing some troops here to guard it first.

The north is very quiet, and the cold climate makes this area unsuitable for most creatures, so the village has been quietly living for more than ten years.

Captain El, who is stationed here, is actually a semi-exile. Not only him, but all the villagers in this village were exiled prisoners of the Holy Radiance Crusade. El wasn't too dissatisfied with this quiet life, and although it was a bit boring, it was at least longer than fighting on the front lines. The long period of quiet life almost made him forget his fighting skills and the keen instincts he once had.

But in the past few days, El has felt a little uneasy, as if something bad is about to happen, and it seems that something lurking nearby, spying on his every move. He had stepped up his patrols and personally inspected all the important facilities in the village, but found nothing. El was tempted to enter a state of emergency, but knew it was unrealistic, as he had no evidence that danger was imminent, only a gut feeling.

In winter, it doesn't get even brighter until after 10 a.m. El went out at half-past nine, patrolled the village with an automatic rifle and a flashlight, and then walked into the livestock farm. It's warm in the feedlot, with heating coming out of the vents and soft lighting that is necessary for these large animals to grow. Clean water is rushing through the trough, and a dozen or so livestock are leisurely drinking from it.

With a look of contentment, El looked over one by one, and according to the habit of more than ten years, silently counted the number of livestock in his mind.

A qiē is normal, El thought, and walked out of the breeding shed. When his hand reached the door, he suddenly shook his whole body and remembered that something was wrong. One less livestock in the barn! He just made his rounds yesterday!

"Maybe it was stolen by some gluttonous guy, like that naughty boy from Richard's family......" El kept comforting himself in his heart, but his body felt colder and colder. He slowly lowered his body, gently pulled the bolt of the gun, and assumed a fighting stance, carefully moving from corral to corral, and his sharp gaze refused to let go of the slightest clue.

The barn was so quiet that El could hear his own breathing. With a snap, a round bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and shattered on the ground. This insignificant voice made him almost jump, without the calmness of a veteran who had been on the battlefield for nearly ten years!

The previously strong and powerful legs were now as heavy as lead, and El gritted his teeth, forcibly controlled the trembling of his legs, and slowly moved his body. His hands were shaking involuntarily, and his index finger kept tapping the trigger, and he almost missed fire a few times. Finally, he came to a corral.

The corral was empty, except for a messy straw all over the floor. But Elm remembered that yesterday morning, there was a mutated meat bull that had been raised for two years and weighed more than six hundred kilograms. But now, there is nothing in the corral.

Elfirst carefully looked at every nook and cranny of the corral, and found nothing. Only then did he reach out and stroke the railing of the corral, and then looked at his finger in the light, but still did not notice. If a beef cow is large, it is as if it has evaporated out of thin air.

El sniffed hard, and sure enough, there was a strong smell, and he could distinguish a trace of blood that could barely be smelled!

He took a deep breath, gripped the automatic rifle tightly in his right hand, walked into the animal fence, and used his left hand to cut through the straw on the ground, carefully examining a suspicious trace. After careful investigation, I found some traces. There are a few small inconspicuous holes in the ground, while some fine scratches can be found on the fence.

This is supposed to be left over from the paws of some kind of animal. Evan judged, but judging from the imprints, it didn't seem to be large, at most the size of a wildcat. Could a feral cat be associated with the disappearance of a bull? Evan thought it was funny, but he couldn't laugh at all.

In addition, Evan noticed that the livestock in the corral were unusually quiet today, and they were all clinging to the railing or wall, huddled together, and tried to stay away from the barn.

Evan had a wealth of experience, scrutinizing the cavities left by the claws, then standing up and slowly tracing a route to the walls of the fence in the direction in which the animals were hiding. But at the end of the route is a wall, with no doors, only a high ventilation window, the size of which is impossible to pass through a beef cow that is almost an adult.

Evan walked under the wall anyway, and finally found a few more claw marks on the wall, and found that the ventilation window had been opened, and now it was only concealed, and there were still a few drops of blood on the lower edge of the window. The bloodstain is very new, and it should not be more than a day. So the timing is right. But Evan always had one question in his mind that remained unanswered, and that was how a bull got through that little window. As long as he can't find an answer to this question, it is like a huge shadow that will always linger in his heart.

Avontong guò side door out of the barn, out of the ventilation window, to take a closer look at the ground. More than ten meters away, he finally found another trace. The point of these traces is the forest a kilometer away. In the eerie primeval forest, something seemed to be staring at Evan. Evan grinned wide, smiled wryly, and slowly walked towards the forest with his automatic rifle in hand. He knew he had been targeted by that thing.

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