The Judgment Paladin's armored uniform was even dirtier, with Zerg blood and even black-green venom, grass and sand, and red and blue blood of the Terrans and Protoss, and the true color and dark gold ornaments were completely invisible. This is true of Bruneina, and the rest of the servants are even more embarrassed. Many times they wondered if Zhang Yuan was injured or not, otherwise how could he hold on for so long, almost never stopping?

Quevaral was slightly better, his young face full of tiredness, but his eyes were full of stellar light. No one but himself knew the pressure he was under along the way.

As for Emma, she was already a little reluctant to track down the young man with these people. She could feel that the boy was even stronger than when she had started fighting him. Even, when he fought with himself, the young man kept a hand. Now that he and the boy have become complete opposites, they brutally killed the friends they knew, and it is obvious that now the two sides have become undying enemies. Emma is a little scared now, she is afraid to face that powerful teenager, she is afraid that she will really die.

Brunei sneered and walked towards the abandoned Protoss base. Kui Wenlar grabbed him, frowned, and said, "It seems that this is the battlefield he has chosen, let's call the headquarters for reinforcements." In the ruins of such a large base, snipers can cause a lot of trouble. ”

"What are you afraid of! Isn't it just right, the little one finally stopped running away. Brunei's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked particularly hideous: "We are all trained in anti-snipering, and a sniper with a high-level title will only have a chance to shoot in front of you, right?" Quivenlar's eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter, but he couldn't hold Bruneina, so he could only follow him to the ruins of the large base.

To the dozen or so people, the ruins of the large base in front of them were like an incomparably huge monster, staring at them coldly, waiting for the prey to enter their mouths on their own.

Zhang Yuan sat by the window of a tall building in the ruins of an airship construction base that had risen in the air, and looked indifferently at the team that was cautiously marching through the street below. He didn't aim, he didn't show murderous intent, he wasn't prepared to take any action, he just observed, and because of that, he didn't attract the attention of these perceptive enemies.

Over the past two days, Zhang Yuan kept getting closer and more observant of them, and then quickly left, hiding again in the shadows, leaving traces in front of the enemy. He also sometimes uses his mind to repeatedly aim and lock onto different enemies, then disappear instantly. In this way, he tests the enemy's perceptual acumen and exerts pressure.

Zhang Yuan's wound had almost healed under his super self-healing ability. However, the long hours of sleepless running around made his body fall rapidly. But he believed that the enemy body was consumed faster than him. Their water has been depleted, there is not much high-energy food left, and the most important thing is that the enemy cannot get effective sleep, Zhang Yuanyou walks around them, always waiting for the opportunity to take out the enemy.

Zhang Yuan did get two chances, but he didn't make a move, because he found that the enemy he was about to kill was at a distance of three hundred meters away from the main force, and their expressions were a little unnatural, as did the rest of the people who seemed to be members of the team or subordinates, which made Zhang Yuan alert.

Although more than a dozen people were at the scene, Zhang Yuan believed that there were no other people in ambush around, but he knew that the other party was not the one who would make such a mistake. After carefully observing the surrounding terrain and silently calculating all the suitable locations for sniping, Zhang Yuan somewhat understood that the other party was releasing a trap.

The terrain in the ruins of the large Protoss base is complex, and it does not have the conditions for ultra-long-distance sniping in open areas. In the vicinity of the opponent's two resting places, all the locations where long-range sniping can be carried out are less than a kilometer away.

It seems that there must be a person on the other side who is good at perception and detection, and his sensing range should be less than a kilometer. And this person, Zhang Yuan, immediately remembered the brown-haired young man who stopped him from thinking he was going to hit a shot. He looked a little emaciated, even a little weak, and silently followed the movement of the large army, and he was rarely seen to express his opinion. However, it was this young man who not only sensed his killing intention, but also stopped the sniper bullet at the last moment!

How many unknown abilities does this brown-haired and gray-eyed young man have? Zhang Yuan also does not know. He withdrew his gaze, holding his head in both hands, his whole body trembling slightly. After about half a minute, the trembling of the body slowly stopped. Zhang Yuan leaned against the wall and breathed slowly, each breath long and silent.

At this time, there was a dull sound in the distance, like a deep thunder, booming and rumbling. Almost at the same time as the sound of the guns was heard, the servants in the team had already made evasive moves, and Brunei Darney and Quivenral took a step to the side before the sound of the guns.

Only Emma stood still and didn't move, if Zhang Yuan was aiming at him, then he thought he would die, and it was useless to hide. If Quivenral is willing to save him and Emma stays where he is, it can also ease the difficulty for Quivenral.

There was only the sound of guns, no bullets coming. Brunei accelerated suddenly, and although it was an irregular change of direction, the speed was still palpitating. In the blink of an eye, he found the source of the sound, and then stood with a grim face.

It was an abandoned Protoss Marine training and construction site, and inside it was a narrow door that was half-open, leaving one or two narrow windows that made the room very dark.

The building had little equipment and was extremely empty, with a large pile of blue flesh glued to the opposite wall and burning. A Zerg puppy with half of his chest and entire arm gone, was barking and rolling on the ground. An empty bullet casing was embedded in the ground, and several stones and scrap steel were scattered next to it. There was another bullet embedded in the floor, with some knock marks on it. It's an incendiary bomb with pieces of blood and flesh from an unknown creature. It seems that these Zerg puppies thought there was more delicious bone marrow in it, so they kept knocking, and as a result, they detonated the bullet. The Zerg puppy struggling on the floor was clearly the hapless man.

It's a simple but effective trap. Attract yourself with traps and snipe your own gang! When Brunella suddenly woke up, a strong chill suddenly appeared in her heart! Almost instinctively, he slumped down as he knocked down one of the servants standing beside him.

A bullet came in from the window on the other side, clinging to the body of the servant and Bruneina, and rushing towards Quivenral, who had just stood on the windowsill.

By the time the bullet arrived, Quivenlar had already activated the defensive force field acquired by the Protoss genes. The warhead, like the previous one, slowed down suddenly, began to redden, and deformed under the action of the huge kinetic energy, and finally broke through his defensive field, turned into a metal jet, and flew towards his chest.

Quivenral's entire body suddenly fell sideways, allowing it to pass the deadly jet of metal. He reached out and pressed a discarded power wire, and his body bounced back weirdly, still standing straight on the windowsill.

Quivenlar stood upright on the balcony, and whether he was standing or sitting, he always maintained the demeanor of both a military and an aristocratic person. His face was frighteningly pale, occasionally brushing a sickly red, his lips were purple-gray, and large beads of sweat were falling from his forehead.

In an abandoned Protoss building thousands of kilometers away, Zhang Yuan sat quietly on the metal floor, wiping the gun tube after launch. The remaining glass curtain wall hangs outside the building, reflecting the sky light and blocking Zhang Yuan's figure. Next to Zhang Yuan, there is a row of more than ten bullets, each of which is painted in a different color, representing different types of ammunition such as incendiary bullets, armor-piercing bullets, and high-explosive anti-personnel bullets.