"In the place where the East American team is supposed to come, there is no trace of mental shielding. And in that area, there was no sign of life. ”

"It stands to reason that the East American team, as the team that entered at the same time as the other three reincarnation squads, should not be too weak, and at the beginning of this mission, they should not encounter any danger."

"So, the East American team is either the type where all the members of the team are arrogant, and they can't see through the obvious fact that our four reincarnation teams need to be together; Either they had other intentions and refused our invitation. ”

"And in today's circumstances, those who are not on our side are our enemies."

- Queliana's process of convincing the other two teams didn't take long.

This is not only because Qualena showed a very important role in the reincarnation team of "Wise Man", and impressed Reinhardt and Cecil with benefits; It's not just because she "pajama" Fukada Eimi in the spiritual world, and she used her strong strength to make Yuri feel jealous and never spoke out...... The main reason is that the three teams present all share the identity of "breeding team".

The breeding team, the parasite of the main god space, is like a vampire lurking in the shadows, not hesitating to cling to others, greedily sucking blood to survive.

They are guided by refined egoism and constantly act only for their own interests, and it is undoubtedly a twisted pleasure to oppress those who are weaker than them and satisfy their own twisted sadistic desires.

Joining forces to carve up another reincarnation team with the same strength as them is to let them, who distrust each other, have the same position...... Perhaps this rare cooperation, a fragile alliance based on common interests, was an expedient measure, but it was exactly what they wanted.

——So the temporary alliance of the three breeding teams was formed.

With the fusion of the three spiritual forces, a temporary spiritual power exchange channel was instantly formed. Sensing the caution of the other two spiritual forces, as well as Reinhardt and Cecil, who knew nothing, Quilena smiled slightly: "Very good, then next, I will say some speculation about the East American team." ”

"First of all, in my judgment, there is an eighty percent chance that the East American team is a breeding team."

Queliana's conclusion undoubtedly surprised the rest of the people, and for a while, the spiritual power exchange channel was silent. As if anticipating this reaction, Qualena continued: "As we all know, the normal number of people in a breeding team is generally no more than three people, and any more will not be conducive to the distribution of pigs. ”

"The more breeders there are in the East American team, the better it is for us, which means that the opportunities in the side story and the reward points of the main god will be dispersed, reducing the possibility of concentration in the hands of a few; On the other hand, if their numbers are very small, according to the strength assessment of the main god, their strength is at most roughly equal to one of us, and we have an absolute advantage in numbers, we can besiege them. ”

Correct nonsense, even if you are as arrogant as Reinhardt and arrogant as Cecil, you can think of Quelena's intention in saying these words, which is nothing more than to appease people's hearts and strengthen the belief that everyone will join forces to strangle the East American team...... But what she was going to say next was the real point.

"There is still a 20% chance that the East American team ......"

"Hello everyone."

Suddenly, a male voice broke the silence and sounded gentle: "Looks like I'm late?" ”

Hearing this, everyone present looked in the direction from which the voice came at the same time, and saw a handsome black-haired man with a smile on his face turning out from behind a big tree. Facing everyone's vigilant or puzzled eyes, he even waved his hand to say hello: "Is it because I didn't get an invitation to the party?" ”

- This guy...... How did it get close?

Quelena's expression stiffened for a moment, because even if the other party was so close to her and the others, she still didn't notice the other party's presence in the mental power scan, and even everything was fine. This means that the other party is either a powerful spiritual power controller who is several times more powerful than himself, or he has some special props on his body that can shield the effect of mental power scanning......

"Psychic Barrier Pendant."

As if sensing the surprised gazes of the three psychic power controllers, the man took out a pendant from his chest, and there seemed to be something hanging on the end, and he smiled and said: "Double A-level specialization exchange, anti-prophecy detection and psychic interference, of course, can also prevent mental power scanning." ”

"Since the psychic controllers on our team often die, I had to exchange this item...... For this reason, I even endured my killing intent for a long time. ”

As he spoke, the handsome man bowed slightly, as if he was a real gentleman: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhao Fukong, the captain of the East American team, and the only veteran. ”

“…… Oriental. ”

- Surprisingly, it was Reinhardt who was the first to respond.

As a Blood Prince who has exchanged his Blood Bloodline to a double A rank, Reinhardt has a natural sensitivity to the taste of blood. Even though this man seemed to have done a special treatment, in Reinhardt's sense, the smell of blood on the other party's body was still so pungent, as if it seeped out of his bones.

"Killing, fighting alone, with double A-level special props, not weak, there are no other teammates in the team, and even the traces of newcomers don't know where to go, exactly the same as our approach......"

Reinhardt sneered in the psychic communication channel, as if he had moved back to a city: "Quilena, it seems that your remaining twenty percent of your conjectures need not be mentioned. ”

"The East American team is really also a breeding team...... When I kill him, I'll have that pendant for me. ”

Hearing this, except for Quelena's brows frowning slightly, even Julian agreed with his captain's decision, because what Reinhardt said was not wrong at all. The captain of the East American team named "Zhao Fukong" in front of him is a standard breeder who can no longer be standard in any way.

- And at present, with five against one, the advantage is obvious.

"There is a strong smell of blood on your body."

However, perhaps it was the mutual induction between the same kind, and the next moment, as if he didn't feel the hostility of everyone present, Zhao Fukong actually looked at Reinhardt with a smile, and said the same line first: "But your killing method is really too unartistic." ”

"Art?"

Reinhardt laughed as if he had heard some ridiculous word: "I have the blood of the Germanic people in my body, and I studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna, so you are also worthy of talking about art with me?" ”

"Yes, you don't understand art."

As if he couldn't hear Reinhardt's sarcasm, Zhao Fukong said with a serious face: "So, you should die." ”

"Am I damned?"

This time, Reinhardt laughed even louder: "Are you alone?" ”

"I'm not afraid to tell you, my enhancement is the blood of the double A-level blood prince, and I also exchanged for the A-level skill 'Dead River', if you want to kill me, unless you can kill me three million times......"

"It doesn't sound that hard."

Reinhardt was still laughing loudly, and the next moment, his gaze suddenly skewed.

In everyone's sight, Zhao Fukong was obviously dozens of meters away from them one moment, but the next moment he appeared behind Reinhardt...... And in his hand was Reinhardt's head, which had been separated from his body.

Contrasting with the headless corpse behind him, and the unsubsided laughing expression on Reinhardt's face, was the faint smile that always hung on Zhao Fukong's face, and the coldness in his eyes. I saw this handsome man with a slightly tired tone, and said softly: "Rotten orange ......"

"It's always such an eyesore."

Then, crush the skull in your hand. (End of chapter)