Song Lan has always felt that Lu Xiang is a complete female man at work...... Heroine of the female middle school.

After being together for a long time, they have developed a subtle telepathy between them.

Whenever Song Lan came up with some inappropriate metaphors in his heart, Lu Xiang would always give him a dangerous look at the first time, just like now, the scalpel in Lu Xiang's hand paused, glanced at him lightly, and then landed accurately on the chest of the ranger's corpse.

Song Lan only felt that her heart was cold, and she always had the illusion of a knife cutting through her skin.

Lu Xiang took over the corpse of the ranger without changing his face, borrowed an uninhabited house from the residents of the town, and began the dissecting work.

She never seemed to know what the psychological shadow was, and Song Lan behind her, not to mention carefully seeing the internal structure of the ranger's body, even hearing the sound of a scalpel cutting through the skin made his scalp tingle.

Broken corpses, dissected internal organs, this is not something that an ordinary citizen should see.

However, Lu Xiang believes that this is an important way for them to understand the Barossa Group, because in addition to the special exoskeleton armor, the physique of these rangers is also different from ordinary people in a degree that is visible to the naked eye.

Each of them is more than two and a half meters tall, and the width of the arm muscles is even as wide as the average person's torso.

"Genetically modified people."

After completely opening the chest cavity of one of the rangers, Lu Xiang discovered the secrets of these rangers, "Their internal organs have been strengthened and modified, and a spare heart has been installed in their bodies, which allows them to withstand fatal injuries for ordinary people...... On top of that, their bodies are connected to the exoskeleton armor, which allows them to use the weapons equipped with the exoskeleton armor as if they were their own bodies. ”

This is a technology that even the coalition government has not yet mastered.

For many years, companies led by Yungang Biopharma and Mansheng Pharmaceutical have been working hard to create a group of genetically modified fighters who are different from ordinary people, but they have only produced "guards", which are failures that are only different from ordinary people in physical strength, but have almost no independent thinking ability.

Such an army formed by genetically modified fighters was torn apart by night herons like chopping melons and vegetables in front of their eyes.

Until now, Lu Xiang has not been able to determine what kind of creature the night heron is, and according to Father Bruno, the Eclipse Sect still has several "dead angels" like her.

The war gave her a strong sense of crisis.

The Coalition's intelligence capabilities are no longer as invincible as they once were, and in places they don't know, forces such as the Eclipse Cult and the Barossa Bloc have mastered technologies they don't have.

Lu Xiang had to revisit this festival.

If even the Creature Weapon of the Night Heron could only act as a messenger during the festival, it was hard for her to imagine how terrifying the eventual winner of the festival would be.

After a while, the night heron, who had washed the blood off her body, wore the towels given to her by the townspeople, exuded heat all over her body, and knocked on the door barefoot.

The clothes she bought in District 17 were definitely no longer worn, and she changed back to rustic cloth clothes.

Lu Xiang had to continue the dissection work, and Song Lan said hello to her and was called out by the night heron.

It's far from the time to relax, Cansarel is in real big trouble, and hiding the Ranger's corpse in the storage room is just Nightheron's naïve idea.

In fact, it wouldn't be long before the command of the Barossa Group would find out that a squad of more than twenty rangers had lost contact with the town.

Once they find out what's going on here, the whole town will be devastated.

With the armaments in the possession of the Barossa Syndicate, it only takes a single order to wipe Cansarel off the map, and to make matters worse, the townspeople are unable to call for help from the Eclipse Cult.

The road to the territory of the Third Neutral is infested with the threat of mutated creatures, and the Cultists of the Eclipse are too busy to care about the lives of the townspeople.

Even if they fled to other towns, they would fall into the Barossa Group's controlled area.

The town is lifeless.

No one cheered at the fall of the Rangers, and the inhabitants waited like corpses to bring the wrath of the Barossa Syndicate, and they could have a premonition of what was to come.

This is the reason why Song Lan hates war.

Regardless of the outcome of the war, it will always be these ordinary people who have no ability to protect themselves who will suffer the most.

The Eye of the Federation of the Ragus Foundation was evacuated to a safe area after completing the airdrop mission, not to mention that even if they stayed, it would be absolutely impossible to help the inhabitants of Kansariel.

It seems that only the night heron does not know what kind of trouble her actions will cause to the town.

It was getting dark, and the roar of airdrop warehouses and artillery fire could be faintly heard in the distance.

This mighty expedition seems to have officially begun.

"You'd better get out of here before the regular army of the Barossa Group arrives."

The couple found everything of value they could find, packed them into boxes, and handed them to the night heron as if they had been entrusted with a relic that included the dry food they had made themselves.

Although the townspeople look like zombies on the outside, they are simple, warm-hearted, and sincere in nature.

The night heron is right about their description.

Even when the town was about to be destroyed by the war machine of the Barossa Group, despair did not crush them.

In another long silence, it seemed that a roar from far and near was approaching them, and Song Lan followed the prestige, and a cluster of empty ships loomed on the other side of the clouds.

The surviving cultists also seemed to see the harbingers of the end coming, and instead of fleeing, they sat around the center of the town and prayed fervently, where the Rangers had executed the Eclipse cultists.

They kept whispering.

Death is not the end, and eventually all will return to the Father.

Song Lan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At this moment, as an ordinary citizen, what else can he do?

After a moment, an answer came to his mind.

On the other side of the clouds, black thunder tore through the sky, and a sudden dark cloud blocked the Barossa Group's airship cluster from the town, signaling an unprecedented storm to come.

The storm did not bring rain, but instead it was a strange weather that cannot be described by common sense.

The distorted space seemed to be a natural barrier to every path to Cansariel, and anything that came close to the vortex would be swallowed up in an instant, leaving it in the unknown.

The followers of the Eclipse Cult stopped praying, their eyes widened in disbelief as they gazed at this sudden vision of heaven and earth, and this indescribable storm of the void seemed to confirm one thing invisibly - their sincere prayers were answered by God for the first time.

God the Father has stopped the pagan practices with a storm from the unknown, keeping them and their war machines at the other end of the storm.

Even the night heron's face showed strange emotions.

In the doctrine of the Eclipse Cult, the "Angels of Death" are referred to as the messengers of the moon god in the lower worlds, but they have never made contact with the Father in the true sense of the word.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the sudden falling storm, so no one noticed that Song Lan in the crowd nervously put her hands in her pants pockets, and let out an exclamation of surprise.

- "What's going on?" ”