Just before Welling fell to the ground, his right hand was about to touch the ground first.

Before his right hand touched the ground, he had already drawn the black saber that symbolized the status of a warlock in the process of pouring.

His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and it slammed into the ground.

There were a few cracks in the crystallized hard ground.

The tremendous force caused Welling's body to rise strangely into the air, and at the same time as he took off, he had already completed the adjustment of his body posture.

Welling's eyes were slightly closed, and his body was slightly bowed, like a boneless spirit snake, winding towards the sniper direction!

The remnant enemy obviously didn't expect that his "must-hit" shot didn't kill the other party's warlock, and the other party actually snaked and attacked with a cold weapon!

However, the other party also concluded that Welling had been shot through the change in Welling's body shape.

Although he didn't see his opponent's blood splashing, he was confident that he had hit his opponent!

Welling had seen that the remaining enemy was a young blond man.

In fact, he must have been seriously injured, and there were blood marks on the corners of his mouth, eyes, and ears that had not yet fully coagulated.

The blonde man stared at Welling, who was flying from left to right, up and down, with a determined and indifferent look in his eyes.

He quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun, locking on to Welling again.

At the moment when Welling jumped up and changed his path, he predicted Welling's landing point, and at the same time performed a "must hit" again!

The muzzle of the gun trembled, and the large-caliber bullet was gone as promised.

Immediately, the blonde man dropped his gun, gasping for air, his eyes slightly closed.

He had exhausted his mental strength and exhausted the last of his physical strength.

In the previous air strike, he was very fortunate not to be in the center of the thermobaric bomb, but a few hundred meters away from the explosion point.

But the huge shock wave had already taken a heavy toll on his internal organs.

In order to resist the high temperature and suffocation, he cast the "Golden Body" spell of the Golden Spirit Warlock one after another, which was already close to the middle level of the Golden Spirit Warlock, and the mental consumption was extremely high.

However, he finally retreated to the periphery, and before he could recover his strength, he found that the imperial militia was cleaning the battlefield!

The pinprick that appeared again in the center of his eyebrows did not surprise Welling, on the contrary, it was what he expected.

In his piercing gaze, he didn't look at everything around him, but fixed on the quivering muzzle.

At the moment when he changed his trajectory and jumped, Welling saw the muzzle of the gun flash in flames.

Under normal circumstances, once a person jumps, he cannot change the direction of his travel and the point of landing, because there is nothing to provide force.

Naturally, Welling couldn't change the situation, unless he could freeze the local air, or use the Water Spirit Spell to conjure an ice brick at a certain location, turning it into a fulcrum that could withstand the force to change direction.

Obviously, Welling doesn't have that ability yet.

Naturally, the enemy knows this.

But Welling still jumped up, and he calculated that the enemy would put the crosshair of the next shot on the spot where he would land.

This is an opportunity for yourself to give the other party, and the other party can't help it, because this is a temptation that the other party can't ignore at this distance.

However, the enemy can never be counted, and although Welling cannot change the landing point of his body, he has the fulcrum to change the direction of the bullet.

The saber in his right hand had already slashed in front of Welling as the muzzle of the gun flashed.

A "must hit" bullet was cut at high speed by the blade of the sword that came as promised, and turned into two pieces of metal that broke in the rotation and changed the trajectory.

A piece of shard flew to the periphery, and a piece of shard struck Welling's arm diagonally, not even breaking through his uniform.

All of this seemed to be in Welling's prediction, what was the state of the remnant enemy, he didn't know, what the level of the remnant enemy's warlock was, and he couldn't judge it through a low-level "must hit" spell.

But Welling knew he had to close the distance to have the slightest chance of winning.

This is true even if the opponent is a mid-tier warlock.

Why? With his strong physical fitness, the ability of the five spirits of the origin spell, the super powerful computing power, and the "data torrent" and "brainstorming" as a last resort.

All these abilities must be achieved by getting closer to the opponent by five meters and so on.

Just after Welling cut through his opponent's bullet, his right foot landed in the predetermined position.

Rushing forward, his movements are erratic and strange, and he no longer gives his opponent a chance to lock in.

In just a few breaths, the distance between them instantly narrowed to about 100 meters.

In Welling's prediction, the opponent should still have a chance to land a shot in this position, which is also the last shot that the opponent can use the firearm.

Welling has even pre-programmed the move, giving the opponent a chance to shoot, and how he can crack the evasion strategy.

However, this shot did not come as promised.

Welling's heart was awe-inspiring and more cautious, but it didn't stop him from speeding up in the slightest.

In an instant, Welling had already closed the distance to less than thirty meters from the other party.

Welling had seen the blonde man's reclining form.

An ice arrow, a fireball, and the black saber all shot towards the blonde man leaning against the rock!

Ice arrows and swords pierced the man's chest almost simultaneously, and fireballs exploded in front of him, leaving him instantly unrecognizable and in tatters.

Welling didn't expect that none of his attacks would miss.

Through this situation, it was immediately judged that the man had already suffered heavy losses, and after two shots, he had already run out of oil and had no power to return to the sky.

Standing still, Welling looked coldly at the blonde man.

The man's eyes were closed, his face was bloodied and charred, and his mouth was already panting, obviously dying.

“…… Elaine...... Elaine ......"

In the corner of Welling's eye, he saw that Wan Tong and the others had already rushed in a surprise posture.

He raised his right hand, shook it with five fingers, and made a gesture of "already mastered" to his partners.

Wan Tong slowed down and slowly came over.

With a twist of thought, Welling cast a spell on the blonde man:

Empathy!

……

Towering in the Sacred Yinfu Mountains, the snow-capped peaks that have not melted for thousands of years follow the blue sky.

Green alpine pastures, wooden houses with thick moss-covered roofs.

Splashing streams, blonde boys and girls playing in the water by the stream.

……

Many children with various tumors and growths on their heads and bodies are attacking a blonde child curled up in a corner:

"Rubbish! Your house is all rubbish! ”

……

a blonde youth who performs various golden spirit spells;

The blonde girl with bright eyes and a adoring gaze has become slim;

A blonde young man with flowers in his hand, wandering outside a wooden house, trembling hands;

……

Endless dark nights, marches, dense mechanical locusts;

the rude and vulgar Revenant;

bitter and pungent spirits;

Bursting flames falling from the sky;

……

My dear...... Elaine

I...... I'm Kun......

I'm like a hero......

The fight has arrived...... At last......

……

Countless scenes flashed quickly in the sea of Welling's knowledge.

A moment later, endless darkness engulfed everything.

Welling slowly opened his eyes, and the focus of his pupils slowly gathered.

"Brother Welling, you were shot, are you okay?"

"Captain, are you hurt?"

"Captain, he's dead, is he a warlock?"

The messages of Wan Tong, Wu Ji and Shou Gong came in a mess.

Welling shook his head, as if to put aside the ambiguity of the role caused by "empathy":

"Yes, he's a golden spirit sorcerer among the enemies, and he was seriously wounded before we arrived......"

Welling paused, feeling the pain and soreness of his shoulder socket again:

"I was shot, but I applied the ability to the bullet in time, and the power was not as great as I thought, and there was a bit of internal injury...... If he is out of the way, you put him away and check the surroundings again. ”

"Okay, Captain!"

"Okay, Brother Welling, you can rest first."

……

Watching Wan Tong take out the black body bag and put the enemy's corpse inside, Wei Ling stepped aside and sat on the ground, staring at the distant sky in a daze.

Truth be told, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't want to show empathy for the enemy again.

No matter what the opponent's position is, the other party is always the same kind, and once you empathize, you will definitely be able to understand what the other person is thinking.

They didn't expect that the surviving enemy was not only this warlock named "Kun", but also a wilderness hunter who was on the periphery during the air raid, and a Xixuan sergeant.

However, these two people are already in the vicinity not far away, holding on for their lives, waiting for rescue.

As soon as the Xixuan sergeant saw the Imperial militia wearing an exoskeleton, his first reaction was to struggle to raise the weapon in his hand, trying to stubbornly resist and fight back against Wan Tong.

Wan Tong did not hesitate, and the "pianist changed the second type" anti-equipment machine gun instantly spit out tongues of fire and beat the other party into a sieve.

Cloudaxis encounters the dying Revenant.

The man was leaning against a large tree, his mouth was still bleeding, but his hands were scrambling around his intestines protruding from his abdomen.

As soon as he saw the cloud axis, the hideous-looking and bloodstained wilderness hunter no longer cared about his intestines, and picked up the gun next to him and aimed it at the panicked cloud axis.

"Don't push me, don't push me ......"

Cloud Axis was sweating profusely in horror and muttering to himself.

He had even forgotten about the armed voice shielding, and even Welling, Wan Tong, and Cloud Axis Shougong could hear him whispering to himself in panic.

Fortunately, Cloud Axis's hand was more normal than his brain, and a huge magnetic storm energy hit the Revenant's chest, punching a large hole there, and the big trees behind the hole were about to crumble.

The Revenant tilted his head, with a mysterious smile on his face, staring at the cloud axis, slowly pouring.

"You forced me...... You forced me ......"

"Cloud axis, you're doing a great job!"

Welling's voice was imprinted into Yunxi's mind in time.

Hearing Welling's encouragement, Yun Zhou stabilized his mind and shook his body.

He subconsciously stroked his mascot on his chest, and the black stone beads had long been covered by his body temperature.

After settling down, Yun Axis's expression was still a little frightened, but he no longer muttered to himself.

……

Just as Welling tried to lead the three of them to search again, several black dots appeared in the sky in the direction of the empire.

A moment later, four large, streamlined and hideous vehicles had already appeared in the sky above the explosion point.

Looking at the dark hull and the special gray beast pattern paintwork, Welling judged that this was the regular vehicle of the Western Wilderness Legion, the Imperial "Blue Bird-class" flying vehicle.

The "Blue Bird" has the characteristics of fast flight speed, long endurance, sturdy body, high payload and certain stealth ability, and its counterpart is the "Manta Ray" class aircraft.

The cabins of the four "Blue Birds" were opened one by one, and dozens of sergeants wearing the standard exoskeleton "Brave Warriors" of the Western Wilderness Legion jumped out.

There are also several huge sets of material supply platforms that have also been slowly put down.

These supply platforms are octagonal in shape, feeling like a strengthened version of the "Mountain Ghost", and the whole is covered with anti-materiel armor, and the black light flashes with a hideous cold light.

"The Fifth Patrol Squad of the Thirteenth Regiment of the Imperial Militia, all members have received the order, this place will be taken over by the Western Wilderness Legion in the future, please take away the existing loot and quickly return to the enchantment support range!"

A military order was directly imprinted into the minds of Welling and the others.

Wei Ling, Wan Tong and the others looked at each other, gave a military salute to the legionnaire who was obviously the leader, and immediately withdrew in the direction they came.