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There was no time to use a blood-red vision to search for the enemy and reorganize his posture, the darkness had already slashed from the top of his head, swallowed the blood clot that gushed to his pharynx, and swung Dilandar and [Divine Will] to split together, the speed and power were even worse than the previous heavy blows, and even the dangerous balanced confrontation before was not allowed, and the man who defied Li Lin was knocked out, rolling and jumping in the dust and mud, and finally stopped at the edge of the black diamond ground.

"There is no escape, there is no disobedience, this is the reality. The act of raising the anti-flag to the torrent of the times has no value worthy of affirmation, and the signpost of history and the extension of destiny point to this side at this moment. ”

In groups of 3 or 4 FAUs, they pounce like nimble hounds on human warriors who are throwing spears or stones. The fangs of the particle energy pierced through the magical barrier, tearing apart and evaporating, and the living life disappeared without a trace with a weightless snort in the intricate web of death. The warriors who had seen their companions lose their form and turn into wisps of green smoke still launched an assault and rushed towards Li Lin with a qiē that could be used as a means of resistance.

Unable to tolerate crawling ants looking up at themselves, FAU sped up its brutal hunting. The hands of the quarter-dwarven blacksmith Vaisarius and his beloved hammer vaporized in an instant, and the arms that remained of the carbonized section were still raised and rushed forward with the body. The light axis from behind grazed his flank, and the semicircular cavity was removed by the hot wire, and his footsteps, which were difficult to keep balanced, stumbled and continued to rush forward. The pink glow took shape of the beak of a scavenging bird of prey pecked at the blacksmith's feet and chest, and finally burned the angry head, and the stubborn cry stopped from the dissipated mouth.

There was nothing like that, the cry from the soul still ringed in the ears, and the mouths of the last dozen or so warriors of Tongguò let out a louder and louder roar, charging towards the arrogant and despised people in the air, dragging the battered and broken body, the intestines flowing out of the abdominal cavity, the only remaining leg, the arm still hanging, and the black diamond that was eroding the body, driven by the same will of faith, the maverick knights' charging slogan shook the atmosphere.

"Freedommmmm!!!!!!!!!mm

"Exclude targets. ”

Without responding to or resonating with the illogical voices of the group, the boy overlooking from a high place and from the side unfolded [Deathwing], the vortex of light and the restrictive electric sparks began to accelerate, and the fierce light that repelled the illogical crowd had locked all the targets.

"Where do you look, ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!h

A roar came from behind the wings, and the Mithril sword slashed at the elite wings that gathered particle energy in a silver arc, and the knight leader's roar swept down with it.

Without turning his body sideways, he reversed and slashed to the back of the [Divine Will] to block Dilandal, and took advantage of the situation to send Li Nadu flying again, and the diffuse particle cannon dropped the spring barrage that erased a qiē life reaction on the axis, and the unyielding cry was forced to press the Stop button by the power comparable to the gods.

The expressionless puppet turned sideways to a house in the village that had not been affected by various explosions and [Boiling Mirror Realm] - a small church dedicated to the mother goddess and worshippers to worship Mass, a weakened life signal entering the ground, as if it was about to come into contact with the 2 or 30 life signals hidden there. The body turned sideways with the gaze of the target of destruction.

"Wait...... Wait a minute. ”

Rising up from the charred mud with his sword, Li Nadu's collapsed body supported himself to his feet with a slight push, and the man who was once revered by the orcs as the [White Demon] stood on the ground, glaring viciously at the Grim Reaper who had taken many lives.

"Your opponent is here, don't look around, bastard!!"...,

The man's persistence is very ugly, and even the rare charm of a handsome middle-aged man has become broken.

In turn, it's beautiful.

Stripped of its dirty appearance, the interior is more dazzling than that of a black diamond that only reflects a cold light without temperature.

With just a glance, his gaze was removed from the defiant man.

The boredom of not understanding, and the undulating inhuman existence of love, will not be affected by the provocation of man full of contempt. The [Divine Will] was raised high and stabbed towards the sky, and the red light before the outbreak of the [Boiling Mirror Realm] converged and solidified again, and indeed the battle to eliminate a qiē human and physical evidence reached the closing stage, although the most powerful target was alive, but Li Nadu Darke, who could miraculously breathe and stand in living medicine, would die of internal bleeding and organ failure even if he left it alone.

There is no energy to waste on a dying tiger, and twenty or thirty reactions that begin to move—young but with uncertain possibilities, have a greater potential impact on the future. These tiger cubs, who are uncertain about their future, should be eliminated first.

The boy with the all-knowing and all-powerful power of a god very sensibly adjusted the order of the threatening ranking, and in that cold and calm thought, the children who were moving underground entered the priority sequence of execution.

"I call you—!!"

The white armor jumped high again, the cracked armor oozed red, and the blood beads flying in the air splashed on the iridescent light film and were bounced away, and the man who was thrown out by the force fell to the ground immediately after him.

Neither his words nor his actions have any value in continuing to observe, and his immobile red eyes are staring at the life signals moving underground.

A blood-stained divine intent that engulfed a qiē burst out from the red crack that split the world.

For a moment, the world wept.

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Children are well-behaved and sensible, but they have also reached their limits.

Unable to endure the loud noises and increasing vibrations that the deep soil could not completely insulate from, weeping and wailing filled the refuge chamber.

"Mom, where is Mommy?"

"I want to get out!"

"Nun, I'm so scared ......"

"I'm going home......"

All kinds of weeping and pleading, tears and snot wrapped around Sister Patti, in a state of ignorance of the situation outside, she would not and would not dare to let the children out of the underground shelter and into the streets of battle, which could be covered with blood and limbs. But the air that had deteriorated significantly was constantly expanding and fermenting with the dust and irregular vibrations that fell overhead.

Adults may not be able to keep calm and think in a closed environment full of anxiety and anxiety, tormented by time, and there are many things that are out of order in the thinking that is gradually out of track, and it is not that there is no chance to appear in children whose hearts are far more fragile and immature than adults.

That result would be devastating.

The worldview has not yet been formed, and children who are far from mentally mature do not have firm beliefs and convictions, and the spiritual torture and pollution will be used to impregnate the children with white paper faster and more effectively than adults. Distorted, hopeless perspectives will grow with them, and they will not be able to heal them even for the rest of their lives.

"Nun, my mom and dad are going to be fine, right?

Roland, who was praised by the adults and recognized by the nuns as "precocious and sensible", could not remain well-behaved in the underground space filled with the atmosphere of the apocalypse, and forcibly endured the emotional fluctuations of being infected and resonating and then crying loudly, and gently grabbed the corner of Sister Patti's skirt and asked in a whisper.

Parent-child education throughout Bode Village is one – a unique model that is surprising and understandable.

Heaven and hell are divided by the 14-year-old adult standard, and different ages are educated.

Most of the children who have passed the coming-of-age ceremony are the crystallization of the love of their parents who have been on the battlefield for many years and are unbearable and lonely. The generation that was brought up in the barracks and on the battlefield not only knew what war was, but also had the skills to deal with it, and after the Knights went into hiding, most of these teenagers chose to become vigilantes, and now the children of this era have died on the ground with their parents and brothers. ...,

For children around 5 years old - the generation born after the retreat. Parents and older brothers have consistently concealed past experiences that they don't want to talk about. The members of the Golden Hen Knights, who were determined to completely break away from the mire of the pool of blood and get rid of it, were filled with pride and glory as well as many sad and unpleasant memories - none of which were on the list of legacies to be passed on to the next generation.

Even though there are always some signs of surprise in daily life, adults who are good at fooling and perfunctory still succeed in making their children have no doubt that their parents are hiding something from them.

The things of the parents, the things that happened outside, the things of the elves, the things of the sword of glory and power—a great deal of information that they had never touched and thought about was piled up in front of them, and the young minds were not yet able to effectively integrate these phrases and then connect them. The lack of control of the situation, coupled with the extreme mental instability, makes the imagination of sliding into horror more intense. Finally, the word that was easiest to guess to describe the outside world jumped out.

"Is it war? Is there a war out there?"

A 7-year-old boy freed himself from his silence in fear, the noise paused for a moment, and imagination and discussion developed in the direction of imminent reality.

"Battle...... Fighting?"

Children have never even smelled the smell of war, and in their naïve cognition of war, the understanding of the most common and violent group behavior of the intelligent species is nothing more than the written descriptions of merit in heroic epics and fairy tales, and the game of horseback riding and warfare that has evolved in life.

In a narrow world where the culture of bloody violence has never been widespread, this is the only way that ordinary people who are accustomed to peaceful times feel about war. Assuming that the concept of "aesthetics of violence" becomes more and more popular with the export of various entertainment derivatives, and the means of transmitting information by the mass media are further flexible, it is possible that the intelligent species that maintain a vacuum insulated from war may enhance their immunity or endurance to some extent.

There is a war going on outside, what is it like? The violent tremors and oppressive breath will not give them an answer, but only send in the silent horror and gloom. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to () subscribe, reward, your support is my biggest motivation. )...... ，