The Arthur family's front-line headquarters is loosely defended on the outside and tight on the inside, and there are not only dozens of capable people stationed around the main building of the manor, but also more than a dozen members of the secret army. On the outskirts of the manor, there were only three squads of fifteen soldiers patrolling back and forth. The patrol range is less than 1,000 meters, which is really not enough in this era when you can snipe from a distance of 2 kilometers.

But when there are enough capable people, defense is a different story. Long-range sniper bullets will be lightly blocked by guards with special alloy shields, and those with high enough ability level and special training will even have time to rush up several floors to block the incoming bullets. Even if you use a short-range surface-to-surface missile, you will be blasted in the air by someone with the ability to control a weapon of Tier 5 or higher with a special high-powered cannon.

Therefore, to break through the defenses of the front-line headquarters, it is either necessary to gather firepower for a large-scale saturation attack, but the effect is definitely not good. The best way is to kill with more and stronger abilities.

Only the capable can deal with the capable.

In the darkest hours before dawn, the soldiers patrolling outside the manor could not help but be a little tired, and their spirits were inevitably relaxed. They didn't notice that not far behind them, a young girl with a big backpack was quietly passing by. When the group of soldiers patrolled to the other side, the girl passed by from behind, still unaware. By the end of the hour-long patrol, the soldiers had met the ghostly girl seven or eight times.

Pandora circled around the manor where the headquarters was located three times, and the confusion on her face became even heavier. She was sure that there was definitely something in the estate that interested her, but the more she searched, the more she found that it felt plausible. Could it be that the Lamb is only related to the people inside? If that's all there is, then she can't go directly to the manor to find someone. There were several strong auras in the manor, so that Pandora was not sure to hide from everyone and quietly went in and out. Looking at the main building, which was still lit up with a lot of lights, Pandora was really a little difficult to decide. If she had attracted the attention of those inside, even if she had been able to kill all of them, she would have suffered a great deal of damage, and the task of harvesting the lamb she had carried would have been abandoned, in which case she would face the severest punishment of the apostles.

Just as she was deciding between a dilemma, she suddenly felt as if she felt something, and instinctively turned her head to look north.

"Is it in that direction? Try your luck! Pandora muttered to herself and turned to walk north. She passed by a group of soldiers again, and the patrol turned a blind eye to her again.

Rolling mountains began to appear in the north. Night shrouded the mountains, and although it was close to dawn, the night seemed to be never-ending.

A lonely figure stepped on the mountain peak. The cold wind stirred her long hair, and even if only a silhouette could be seen in the deep darkness, it was enough to highlight her subtle and subtle charm. This is a woman who will make people feel tempted by just looking at it.

She wears a pair of hand-cut trousers, which are crudely made, but perfectly fitting and have a unique flavor. It's just that the trousers were sewn from many pieces of cloth, as if she had made them herself out of shreds. She wore a short blouse of the same style, with a faint view of her full breasts, and her long gray hair was coiled on top of her head, with a shaved wooden branch inserted. She had a pencil spinning in her hand, but it was too short to write. The face that was both charming and intellectual, deceived her true mood. If you only look at the material of the clothes, she is not much different from the wilderness, but the masterful tailoring and irreproducible temperament of both intellect and savagery make her so different, even among thousands of people.

But now, in her dark gray green eyes, there is no longer arrogance, naughtiness and wildness, there is only a faint melancholy and the calmness of experiencing vicissitudes. About a hundred kilometers to the south, you will reach the border of the Arthurs. Although there is a Calamity Scorpion in the middle, whether it is a cultivated warrior or a commander, it actually poses no threat to her.

The past seemed to be within reach, but she knew that the distance was so far away that she could never reach it. She can't go back because she's Persephone, the trigger for this civil war. How much the war has to do with Persephone, in fact, people at her level know very well. But if she returns to the Arthur family and reveals her whereabouts, then even if it is a simple face problem, Bebraz will attack Arthur with all her might, instead of the current style of play.

So, even though it would only take two hours at most to go back, she was just standing here, looking far south.

The night was getting darker. A thick darkness surrounded Persephone, embracing her tenderly, even the cold wind slowed down and carefully blew past her. It's not an illusion, it's real, and it's often the case after Persephone has had real luck.

She suddenly felt something, frowned, and suddenly turned around and walked deeper into the mountains. After taking a few steps, Persephone stopped suddenly, her eyes lit up, and the short pencil began to swirl between her fingers!

Not far in front of her, there stood a dark-haired Pandora. The dark-haired girl stared at Persephone with a thoughtful look on her face, and unloaded her huge backpack and placed it on the ground. Persephone's gaze fell on the backpack, her pupils constricting slightly. She smelled a faint smell of blood from her backpack. She had long been accustomed to killing and blood, but this bloody breath made her very uncomfortable, and the skin around her body was slightly tight, as if she was injured and bleeding.

"The seventh lamb is you...... Well, I can go back if I get you, it seems that my luck is good. Pandora said.

Persephone's eyes lit up, and her gaze became sharper and sharper: "Lamb? It turns out that you have something to do with the apostles. But it's not that easy to get me away. You're lucky, but I'm only better than you! ”

Pandora's eyes widened and she said, "You can't beat me, so please don't struggle." ”

"Then you have to fight to find out!"

Persephone's figure flashed, and she had already rushed to Pandora and passed her. Pandora saw the pencil in Persephone's hand stick into her chest and block it casually, but the moment she resisted, the pencil had turned downward and nailed it to her waist! The pencil is not sharp, but the energy attached to it is very strange, sharp as substance, and it actually broke through Pandora's defenses, and the tip of the pen was inserted a full centimeter!

Pandora immediately raised her elbow and struck back, but Persephone had already dodged away, and took her crotch bone, causing Pandora to spin twice in place. Before she could stabilize her footing, the pencil in her waist exploded suddenly, and the energy attached to it turned into pieces, and the edges were as sharp as physical shrapnel! And the entire refill is turned into a jet of energy with a temperature of up to thousands of degrees, shooting into the inside of Pandora's body!

With a bang, a fountain of blood erupted from Pandora's waist, and when the blood stopped, a wound the size of a wine glass and five centimeters deep could be seen on her tight waist!

Pandora looked down at the wound, her stunned expression finally changing. Persephone's ability is only seventh-order, but she injured Pandora in the first fight. This reminded Pandora of another experience, the blue-eyed girl whose absolute ability was also not very outstanding, but her combat skills were extremely terrifying.

Ten meters away, Persephone was quietly watching Pandora. She didn't run away, because she couldn't outrun Pandora, who obviously had a ninth-order speed. And this distance is neither far nor close, that is, outside of Pandora's close attack range, and does not allow her to have enough distance to speed up. Just the choice of fighting distance made Pandora's face a little more solemn again, and finally it was no longer a dull expression.

The figure of the black-haired girl flickered, rushing in front of Persephone, and simply reached for her chest. It's a very ordinary attack, but it's made immensely powerful by sheer power and speed. Her fingertips even rippled milky white because she had broken through the sound barrier! Persephone tried her best to dodge sideways before she managed to avoid the grab. She slammed her hands on the side of Pandora's arm, but as if she had been hit by a speeding train, the whole person bounced backwards, and two lines of blood flowed from her nose. However, the huge power of the seventh order smashed on Pandora's arm, like an insect attacking a stone statue, and it didn't make her arm shake in the slightest at all.

Persephone reached out, grabbed Pandora's arm, and used her strength to stop the castration that was catapulted, and then her amazingly long right leg kicked up high, instantly kicked over her head, and then half turned around, pressed down, and pressed down on Pandora's shoulder! The power emanating from her legs was not terrifying, but it shook Pandora's center of gravity and smashed her body into the ground with the power of the black-haired girl herself!

The hard rock at the top of the mountain was instantly covered with cracks, and half of Pandora's body was buried in the rock formation. Persephone had pulled out the twig of her hair and stabbed her back like lightning! But instead of the special pencil she was used to, the twig shattered into powder without any suspense, and the jet of energy it stimulated was not strong enough to cut Pandora's skin, leaving only an inconspicuous red dot on her snow-white nake.

The blood on Persephone's face faded, and she was able to completely defend against her energy jet equivalent to a seventh-order attack power, and her opponent's defense had obviously reached the tenth order! This is a monster that can withstand the direct aim of heavy artillery! Persephone didn't have time to think about it, when she suddenly sensed danger that caused her to instinctively bounce off Pandora and quickly retreat.

Rubble erupts around Pandora, and she rises like a witch reborn from hell. As she soared into the air, she swung her hand with unrivaled power and drove dozens of stones at Persephone faster than bullets. It's a killer blow! As long as a single stone hits Persephone, with her only sixth-order defense, she will be severely damaged. And she definitely didn't have time to open her defensive force field. If you want to avoid all the stones, in Pandora's calculations, there is only a 10 chance, which is not much different from none.

Persephone's face turned pale in an instant, and as long as she was hit by a stone, her flexibility would inevitably be greatly reduced, and she would completely lose the ability to resist and become a lamb to be slaughtered. What happened to the lamb can be seen from the backpack that Pandora put down. Judging by the appearance, from the bloody gas, Persephone can be absolutely sure that there are six human heads stuffed in the backpack!

She instantly clasped her head and instinctively ducked to the rarest corner of the stone for a final struggle. And within her, a spell called incineration is already brewing, and if she is injured, incineration will ignite her body, turning her into charcoal from the inside out.

As an absolute idealist and perfectionist, Persephone once fantasized about her own death countless times, some heroic, some poignant, some peaceful, and some lonely. And embracing yourself in the flames and being reborn like a phoenix is also an acceptable way. But either way, it's much better than being beheaded and treated as a real specimen.

Between life and death, her thoughts suddenly drifted away, and she remembered what he said when she first met Su: "I want to live." But when I have no choice, I am not afraid of death. ”

Persephone is greedy for life, but she is also not afraid of death. Even she didn't know what impact Sue's words had on her subsequent decisions. In an instant, from bringing Sue back to the dragoon, to incurring a huge debt to save him, to being stripped of his military rank by the council, and the past of running thousands of miles with his child to avoid pursuit, flowed through my heart like water.

In the deepest part of her heart, she sighed softly, just thinking: "It seems that I haven't taken advantage of it at all, and it's a big loss!" ”

Incineration is on the verge of activation, but has not been triggered. The direction in which Persephone instinctively dodged was a trap placed by Pandora, and several stones would change their trajectory after colliding in the air and shoot at the location where Persephone was hiding. But when the gravel collided with each other, one of them suddenly couldn't bear the huge energy and shattered into stone powder! The rest of the rubble changed its trajectory as a result, colliding with Persephone, leaving only a few scratches on her body. Although there was blood, it was only a small flesh injury, which did not hinder her combat effectiveness.

This result was obviously not what Pandora expected, in fact, in the short but fierce battle, a small probability event has already happened more than once. For the first time, the black-haired girl's confused eyes shone fiercely, and she said, "You actually have enhanced luck...... No, you can't do this with enhanced luck, your ability is real luck! ”

Everyone who has real luck is the darling of this world.

Persephone got back to her feet, and looked at Pandora proudly, not giving in. True luck can change fate, but it can't determine a qiē. For example, the huge gap in strength between her and Pandora is by no means something that luck can make up. If it had been before Sue's child, Persephone would not have despaired. Before meeting Sue, in those years of fighting, there were not many strong men who fell in front of Persephone. At that time, although Persephone's combat power was not as good as that of Pandora, she was notoriously cunning, and was able to set countless traps waiting for this somewhat naturally dull black-haired girl to jump into it by herself.

But when she remembered the child who hadn't had time to name herself, Persephone accepted the ending as she was. She doesn't regret it.

The burning was still brewing, and Persephone was ready to embrace death with dignity. But before she dies, she will hit her opponent as hard as she can.

Pandora is undoubtedly very beautiful, and Persephone, who has also experienced the smoke of war, is even more charming than ever. When two beautiful women come together, their nature makes them secretly compare themselves with each other. And in this regard, Persephone has the confidence to kill with one hit.

Persephone straightened up, and the mere stance of this made the uncompromising pride and charm come to her face. Moreover, her breasts, which could already suffocate men, swelled again, holding up the loose crop top to the point of bursting!

Pandora's face became more and more pale, and she suddenly shouted coldly: "I'll kill you!" And he reached out and grabbed Persephone by the neck!

But as soon as her hand was raised, it froze in the air. The killing intent coming from behind was like a red-hot soldering iron, sticking to her skin, making her dare not make any movements.

Persephone suddenly smiled a little lazily, and said, "You see, my luck is indeed better than yours!" ”

Pandora's face was solemn, and she slowly turned her head and stared at the two figures who came out of the darkness. That's her old rivals, Medirri and Sylvanas. Medirri's hand was no longer dragging a heavy sword, but a steel beam. One end of it was twisted thin to become a handle, and the other end was three steel beams twisted together to form an extremely heavy stick. Compared to the heavy sword of the past, this weapon is more brutal and brutal, full of violent aesthetic features. Pandora became more serious at the sight of the weapon in Medirri's hand, and eventually, her gaze rested on the striking scar on Medirri's face.

"What should I do?" Sylvanas asked in a low voice. After a period of time, he had quickly accumulated a murderous aura.

"Kill."

Medirli finished speaking coldly, and the three-meter-long terrifying heavy stick in her hand rose from the ground and swept towards Pandora's waist with a roar!

Pandora furrowed her eyebrows, lowered her body slightly, and used her left hand to block the swing of the heavy stick.

Bang! A dull heart-stopping sound roared around. The heavy stick, which was made of high-strength steel beams and more than half a meter in diameter, actually bent significantly, while Pandora was pushed by the tremendous force to move a meter and plough two deep furrows on the mountain rock with her feet. In this fight, Pandora was surprised to find that Medirri's strength was not much lower than hers, and had reached the level equivalent to the ninth-order strength!

Pandora immediately realized the danger, the difference in strength of the first order alone was not enough to make up for the huge gap in the fighting art between her and Medirri, and Medirri's strength was already large enough to inflict damage on her. This means that Pandora can no longer rely on rampage brute force to fight, not to mention that there are Sylvanas and Persephone on the battlefield, especially Persephone, who is not just a support character. D