"Level 4 or 4 apprentices?"

Zigrin almost exclaimed.

Although he admits that there are many geniuses in this world, a level 4 apprentice at the age of 10 is a bit too terrifying.

10 years old is the minimum standard for awakening magic.

The awakening of magic power is different from the awakening of spiritual power of magicians, which can directly cross countless levels, and the constant point is that the level of magic power must start from the level 1 apprentice.

Speculation that Vega is a Level 3 apprentice has pushed the limits of his imagination.

But the young boy in front of him, who is about 10 years old, actually jumped directly from the strength of a level 1 trainee professional to a level 4 trainee professional in less than a year after awakening his magic, is this a biographical novel of a bard?

Even epic myths don't dare to write like this!

At this moment, Zigrin finally figured out one thing, maybe the young Ensign Vega did not rely on any relationship to get to the top, but completely relied on his own strength and talent to be favored.

In the face of such an opponent, do you still need to continue fighting?

Zigrin smiled bitterly, and he slowly raised his hands, ready to make a gesture of surrender.

The first is naturally that there is no need to continue fighting because of the crushing of the ranks, and the second is that the bright future of Vega is destined to be on the same level as him, rather than setting up such an enemy, it is better to admit his mistake and surrender now to turn the war into a jade silk.

Figured it out.

Zigrin raised his hands and slowly spoke: "I, cast ......"

"No kidding. ”

Vega's immature but powerful voice pierced his eardrums: "In the dictionary of imperial soldiers, there is never the word surrender, don't defile the military uniform that symbolizes the glory of the empire!"

The surrendered hands froze in mid-air.

Zigrin glanced around in confusion, and found that hundreds of pairs of eyes were looking here, if he really raised his hand to surrender at this time, I am afraid that the next day he would become a laughing stock in the army, and the title of shame would definitely fall on his head.

This sentence is not poisonous.

Zigrin looked at Vega, who was only as tall as his waist, and couldn't believe that a little ghost could casually smash the righteousness of the empire on him, leaving him directly in a dilemma.

Forward, he can't beat Vega.

Stand back, and he will be ruined.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the dagger again, Vega's intention was already obvious, that is, he wanted to get out of the way after finding fault, where in the world is there such a cheap thing, this lesson seems to be absolutely impossible to run away.

The battle resumed, but there was no suspense.

One is a level 4 trainee professional, and the other is a level 3 trainee professional who has no intention of fighting, and in the end, Zigrin was taught a lesson by Vega without even surviving 10 minutes, and both fell into a coma with Larba.

Crash.

When Zigrin fell to the ground, there was a burst of exclamations.

The content is nothing more than marveling at the strength of Vega, although ordinary soldiers don't know much about the rank of professionals, but with the body of a child, without the slightest injury, they defeated the two professional officers of their 4th regiment with one enemy and two, which made everyone put Vega in the list of absolutely unprovoked, and even the eyes of everyone looking at Vega Company were no longer the same.

See the big in the small.

If Vega's troops were previously regarded as boy scouts, they are now regarded as beasts of the flood.

Because Vega was so strong as the commander of the 232nd Company, how could his troops be worse, and for the first time, the soldiers present were in awe of the stalwarts of the stalwart.

Feel the gaze of everyone.

The soldiers of the 232nd Company all held their chests high, which was proud to have such a commander as Vega, and at the same time felt a strong sense of belonging to being a member of the backbone of the force.

Liwei wants to set up a full set.

After giving everyone a dismount, Vega turned his attention back to the fat man who was the leader of the logistics team.

Keep your word.

Since he said such a thing in front of everyone present, then he should start and finish well, otherwise such a precedent will be set, and both his subordinates and others will treat him as an officer who can discuss everything.

Da Da Da –

Vega walked towards the leader of the logistics group with crisp steps.

The short knife in his hand was as cold as snow, and it just happened to reflect the sunlight that broke through the clouds on the face of Gruxiu, the leader of the logistics group.

The intense light made him squint.

In this trance, he vaguely saw an "angel" walking towards him.

He has a 'cute' face, a petite body, and ...... A smile that shines brighter than the sun's rays.

Strike.

A cold light flashed, and he only felt a huge pain in his right hand, and his thumb detached from his body, like an autumn leaf affected by gravity, and finally fell to the ground.

Hurt.

The pain was so intense that he couldn't help but open his mouth to exclaim.

But at this moment.

The blazing sun had faded, and he could finally see Veghana's immature face, as well as ...... Silent gestures.

"How can the iron-blooded soldiers of the Empire cry out of pain?"

When did the empire rule that soldiers could not cry out in pain?

But even with this unreasonable demand, even against human physiological instincts, Grusch actually forcibly stifled his crying, and his heart was already terrified to the extreme.

If there are demons in this world.

Then the young child in front of him in the skin of an 'angel' must be a living demon, at least ...... Gruesius thought so, and if he could, he hoped that in this life, no, he would never meet him again.

Crash.

Meanwhile.

The soldiers who were watching the bustle around took a step back.

If the terrible strength of Vega was awe-inspiring in the past, now the cruel means have turned awe into fear, awe on the surface, and fear seeps into the heart.

Vega didn't want to be in awe.

Because reverence is not something that people take to heart, and once it passes with time, it will only be forgotten.

Fear and awe are different.

Fear is something that lasts a lifetime, even if you think you've forgotten it, but the next time you touch it again at a certain time and place, your soul will get rid of your reason and tremble again.

Vega did it.

He had only made a silent gesture, and Grussius had already taken control of even the basic physiology of his body.

That's fear.

He smiled and walked around.

Everyone who touched his gaze subconsciously shrank their fingers, and even their gazes became dodgy.

Although only here for 15 days.

But Vega knew that no one dared to hold him back anymore, and even when he left the 4th Regiment, the soldiers present today would still be dominated by fear, and if there was a-for-tat confrontation one day, I am afraid that these soldiers would not even have the courage to raise their weapons to fight.