Sharp icicles burst out of thin air in the snow, piercing the pursuing snow demons.

Yanan's right hand slapped in the snow had lost sensation and was frozen in an icicle.

The death of his companion made the last snow demon furious, and then rushed towards Yanan.

Yanan couldn't move anymore, and pulled out the long knife at his waist with his left hand, stabbing at the flying snow demon.

Before Yanan could see what was happening, the snow demon was cut off from the waist in front of him and rolled down to the sides.

Guard Nineteen stood in front of the icicles and put his hand on them, and the icicles began to melt rapidly.

Yanan withdrew his hand, and he thought that his right hand, which had been crippled under the ice, could still move freely.

Fortunately, there was no broken arm to survive at that time.

"Why didn't you cut off your arms then?"

Sure enough, the problem of the century came.

Before Yanan could answer, the nineteenth had already walked away.

After walking for about two hours, Yanan saw the train being repaired in the distance, even if Yanan was saved, No. 19 still didn't say a word to Yanan, and returned to the carriage still squatting in the corner.

Yanan thanked him and returned to his car.

Alfred was not in the carriage, and Yanan couldn't find where the potion was, so he could only use the black needle and thread in the medical kit to stitch up his wound, which was crooked, and he grinned in pain.

As he was about to stitch up the wound on his shoulder, Alfred returned.

You're back in time, quick, give me another copy of the potion you used earlier. Yanan threw the needle and thread back into the medical kit.

That's an emergency medicine, so don't use it usually.

Also, the one you took is not for stitching up the wound, the white needle and thread is for stitching the wound, is it really not painful to sew without anesthetic?

Yanan just wanted to curse.

Alfred picked up the needles from the medical kit and gave Yanan an an injection, and Yanan's consciousness gradually blurred.

Just get some sleep.

When I woke up, it was late at night, and the wound on my shoulder had begun to scab over and itch. The body was examined, and all the wounds showed no signs of stitching. This guy is a real all-rounder.

Yanan thought back to the previous battle, he really didn't expect alchemy to be used like this. He took out the manual in his arms and ran his fingers over the footer of the torn page.

Get up and sit down at the table, and start to draw the foundation carefully with a pen.

One page is finished, not satisfied.

After another page is drawn, still not satisfied.

After a night, Yanan finally got a satisfactory refining array, cut off the excess blank on the side, and glued it to the torn footer.

Yanan breathed a long sigh of relief at the already cloudy sky.

I didn't expect you to be a caring person. Alfred didn't know when he stood at the table.

I have to keep the hearts of others.

What was that in the morning?

Otherworldly creatures.

A low-level transcendent monster?

There is no difference between transcendent monsters and transcendent creatures, and you and I are also transcendent creatures.

Yanan touched the wound, this healing speed is indeed not something that normal humans can have.

Do you remember how you became a security guard?

I don't remember, Yanan didn't say anything about that experience.

All living things are the product of the union of spirit and element under the rules of God, and the transcendent is nothing more than separating the spirit from the elements in the body and controlling the elements with the spirit.

Alfred went on to explain.

Every transcendent being is born with the pain of spiritual stripping.

But the transcendent monsters are different, they are the filth of the mouth of the Tritheistic Cult, the product of the combination of spirit and elemental disorder, and they will instinctively devour them from the moment they are born.

What is disorder and what is order? Yanan didn't understand.

I'll talk about that next time.

A few minutes later, the whistle sounded, and the train slowly slowed down in front of a trench five hundred meters from the city walls.

The Fortress of the North, here.

The searchlights of the fortress slammed into the train as if it were daytime, and the people on the train were stabbed so that they could not open their eyes.

The soldiers at the sentry box were cleared after checking their documents.

The gates of the fortress slowly opened to the sound of huge gears rubbing, and a railroad rose from the trench to allow the train to pass.

When they entered the city, they found that there was a fortress cannon hanging on the hanging arm inside the city wall, and the enemy who was underestimated because they could not see it outside the city would probably make them pay the price of blood after the war began.

The train passes through the bunkers and stops at the station in the shantytown, where those who ride for free begin to slowly disembark under the supervision of soldiers, where they will start a new life.

The train gradually drove into the depths of the fortress, and after passing through another thick wall, it turned out to be a town-like bustle, if not as busy as the metropolises.

The northern fortress is not just a fortress, it is a fortress city, the south is dominated by cities, and the north is a real military fortress. Alfred looked at Yanan and explained to him.

The urban area in the south alone has such a strong military force, and I dare not imagine what it is like to be in the north.

You'll see you in a little while.

The train continued and came to the military district of the fortress. The soldiers boarded the train and began to carry the sealed iron cabinets on the train.

It looks like there's some amazing secret weapon on board. Yanan couldn't help but guess.

After the handover of the goods, all the guards got out of the car to rest. Yanan was ready to follow the well-traveled Alfred to take a good look at the fortress city.

Then he saw the familiar blonde man again.

Let's go, let's go.

As soon as he glanced at it, he was called away by Alfred.

I didn't expect a noble son like you to come to the north. As before, the conductor handed the man a cigarette. The blonde man took the cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath.

It's just a momentary interest, maybe I'll go back one day.

I'm afraid the fortress will have fallen by the time you go back.

The man looked up to catch the falling snow from the sky.

There are strong people in the fortress, and I am not one of them.

The conductor did not speak and lit a second cigarette.

It's hard to come this time, are you sure you don't want to help me go again?

This time there were no powerful people in the car.

Haha, young men also need experience to become strong.