Long wavy hair draped over ornate epaulettes.

The body is rich and beautiful.

Under the gorgeous aristocratic long skirt is the jade leg wrapped in black silk.

- She's beautiful.

Even her tone of voice was very soft and gentle:

"Chatham, I know you have a kiss, but if you dare to touch my hand, can you guess what will happen."

A wisp of anger flashed in the man's eyes, and he snorted coldly:

"Joan, I really don't understand why you want to reject me, in this bomb shelter, I am the strongest man, as long as you join forces with me-"

"Aren't we teaming up?" Joan interrupted.

"Joan, why can't we be a little closer? Just let me get your ......"

The man said that he was about to get started, but Joan deftly avoided it.

She pulled out a flower fan and gently fanned the wind, her eyes glowing with cold and ruthless murderous intent.

"One last chance, Chatham, you just want to die?"

Fine crumbs of ice began to congeale on the fan.

Chatham finally calmed down, a ray of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice:

"Joan, you'll regret missing this opportunity."

"Really? Will I regret it? Joan sneered.

"You should know that every woman here wants to climb into my bed, and you're missing out on a chance to live – and of course, if you're going to regret it, there's no such opportunity in the future."

Chatham took a few steps back and slowly exited the room.

"Our team-up is over, so do your own thing, Joan."

The door was closed.

- Chatham is gone.

Another breath passed.

Joan slumped into her chair and gasped lowly.

I saw her frowning and lowering her head to lift the corner of her blouse.

The blood flowed out again.

"Hell...... Why can't I be healed? ”

Joan took out a handkerchief, slipped into her garment, and pressed it tightly against the wound.

To stop the bleeding, she began to chant incantations.

However, the spell could not stop the bleeding.

Joan's face was a little pale, but soon she took out a potion, chewed it, and swallowed it.

After a while.

She seemed to be in good spirits.

——This is the potential stimulation agent on the scientific and technological side.

For the average professional, it would be more effective to use this potion in battle.

But Joan couldn't take care of it anymore.

You have to be in perfect condition and not be noticed by anyone.

Otherwise-

Those guys will come around like sharks that smell blood.

She gasped, tossed the blood-stained handkerchief into the storage bracelet, pulled out a new piece of ointment-covered gauze, and began to bandage herself.

The next moment-

In an almost electric-like reaction, Joan suddenly stood up, put a fan around her waist, and shouted:

"Who?"

A voice rang out outside the door:

"My lord, in an emergency, General Chatham has asked you to assemble in the war room."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Joan said.

There was a sound of footsteps.

The people outside seem to have walked away.

But Joan wasn't convinced.

Her silent chanting spell left the entire space lightly shielded.

After doing this, she quickly bandaged herself, then dressed neatly and looked in front of the mirror.

- I look energetic and ready to kill at any time!

Come on.

Let's go to the war room and see what's going on.

Joan strode out of the room, through the narrow tunnels, turning around a crack past the corpses too late to bury them, and finally reaching the war room.

There are already hundreds of professionals sitting here.

Joan froze and stepped forward to sit down on the rectangular table in the middle.

There were only four people seated at the table.

- The most powerful professionals in the underground bunker are qualified to sit in a chair here.

Chatham sat down in the middle of the long table and coughed lightly:

"Everyone."

"We used the magic detection equipment of this underground fortress, combined with the radar on the technology side, to monitor the surrounding situation all the time."

"Now there is a sudden critical situation."

"Magic Web and Radar have discovered an unknown monster at the same time."

"It can fly in the sky without fear of wind and sand."

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Even ghosts have to stay in the cracks of hell to avoid the wind and sand.

I can't imagine what kind of monster can be so powerful.

"Silence!" Chatham shouted.

The crowd fell silent.

Chatham continued:

"According to the analysis of the trajectory of this monster, its flight trajectory is in a straight line, and it is speeding towards us."

"Obviously, it found us."

"Now arrange combat countermeasures immediately!"

"In eleven minutes it will fall directly at the entrance to the underground bunker, and it will likely destroy all the layers of windbreak walls we use to shelter from the wind and sand."

"Joan, is there a problem with you leading people to guard the first line of defense?"

Everyone looked at Joan.

Before Joan could speak, Chatham had spoken again:

"You've had two rounds of rest since you were injured in the last battle against the ghosts, and now it's your turn."

"By the way, forgot to ask - how are your injuries?"

Joan said calmly, "I can fight." ”

Some people can see through lies, so they can't take a word about "injuries".

Other than that.

I really have to fight.

There are too many people who suspect that they have abolished, and their unkind eyes and hidden desires are well known to them.

Gotta fight!

I just hope that this incident is not so serious.

At least......

Let yourself live until the day you meet him again.

"Third Combat Squad, follow me."

Joan stood up and said.

She looked full of fighting intent, full of murderous intent, and her state was almost at its peak.

Immediately, more than a dozen professionals got up and followed her outward.

Everyone watched this scene in silence.

A flash of doubt flashed in Chatham's eyes, and then he spoke:

"Okay, let's set up the second line of defense...... In addition, I personally led the team and guarded the third line of defense. ”

Pressed for time.

Everybody got into action!

Outside the underground bunker.

Joan stands at the entrance to the tunnel, directing his men to set up defenses and traps.

"Boss, the monster arrives in fifty seconds."

One of his subordinates said, holding a notebook and looking at the radar image on the screen.

"Can you tell what it is?" Joan asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be a very terrifying thing, there are about a dozen levels of wind and sand in the sky, but it can't blow it, and it can't hurt it." The men avoided the others and whispered.

Joan felt a little dizzy and began to lose consciousness.

No way!

This is not the time to rest!

She bit her tongue and forced herself to come to her senses.

Damn it.

I can't hold on for long.

Suddenly, she noticed that everyone else was paying attention to her expression.

Joan immediately smiled and said:

"Maybe some powerful professional has discovered us and is coming to us."

Everyone laughed.

The atmosphere was slightly soothing.

- But how can anyone fly in the sky despite the storm?

"It's coming!"

The subordinate said quickly.

Joan strode over to cover and waved everyone to prepare for battle.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed:

"Sister Joan, you-"

Joan looked down and saw that her clothes were covered in blood.

It's broken.

The injuries have become more serious and can no longer be hidden.

Her heart sank slowly.

- This scene must have been watched by everyone else, and Chatham and those people could see it clearly through the monitors.

The next moment.

There was a sound in the sky that was not part of the wind and sand.

It was a missile-like whistling sound.

Not only that, but in the process of flying, it was hit by countless winds and sand, making a high-frequency metal clashing sound.

What is it?

Joan covered the wound with her hands, squinted, and looked out of the cover.

It's really not good, let's die with the monsters.

- That's better than being treated like a plaything by Chatham.

She looked at the sky as she made up her mind.

But when he saw an afterimage flying rapidly, he was about to crash into several layers of bunkers outside.

However, the next second.

The thing suddenly slowed down and landed safely on the ground.

No explosions, no spells and no roars.

It just stands tall in the wind and sand.

— but it was a metal box more than two meters tall and tightly fitted.

Joan couldn't help but be stunned.

There are obvious signs of welding on this thing......

It's man-made......

She quickly motioned for everyone to prepare for battle, and said in a loud voice:

"Who's coming?"

Waited for a while.

A familiar voice sounded in the big iron box:

"Guess."