I don't know who said it, there will be a rainbow after the wind and rain.

Zhang Yao has always felt that this sentence is very earthy and vulgar, and it looks very inspirational, but in fact, he does force different things that have nothing in common to give examples, he never believes in this kind of naïve, but he wants to believe it.

He thinks that he has been through so much, he has made mistakes and realized them and actively corrected them, and he is also trying his best to shine and spread positive energy around him, so it is time for him to be happy, after all, if it is a story, this process can be regarded as a basic operation.

But the reality is that you never know what will happen in the next moment, never know where you will fall.

Therefore, when Zhang Yao returned to the camp with two followers to hide their weapons, what they saw was a mess. The square, which symbolizes a happy life, has been destroyed, and the ground is stained with disgusting brown blood that has not yet been fully absorbed.

Even though there was a fiery sun overhead, Zhang Yao only felt that the blood in his whole body froze in an instant.

"What are you doing?"

Even if you fantasize about various comedy forms of misunderstanding and happy endings in your mind, you can't stop your tongue from chattering.

The officer who turned back in response to Zhang Yao's voice was a familiar person, Zhang Yao remembered him, remembered that he would spend a lot of money just to find a satisfactory birthday present for his daughter, remembered that he sometimes played pranks, remembered his stressful jokes, and in general, Zhang Yao thought that Conrad was a good person, a good person in the true sense of the word.

But what is this good man officer doing here, what is he doing in that dirt pit?

Conrad's eyes lost for a moment, saying that the soldiers were confused, and in fact he himself was not much better, so he had not been able to react when he first saw Zhang Yao.

"What are you doing here?"

Conrad waved his hand at Zhang Yao.

"Get out of here, it's dangerous here. ”

These words did not make Zhang Yao leave obediently, but walked towards this side, which made Conrad feel a little irritable and wanted to scold, but before he could speak, Zhang Yao had already walked over quickly.

"I ask you what you're doing here—"

Like frost, indifferent and faintly about to erupt, the voice stopped abruptly.

Zhang Yao looked blankly at Lilia Marie lying in the dirt pit, Lilia Marie, who usually loves cleanliness, was lying in the dirty dirt pit so sloppily, and her neat clothes were stained beyond recognition by blood and mud, but even these headache stains could not cover the hideous wound on her chest.

The brain is still refusing to admit the facts, but the tears are honestly flowing. He turned around and kicked at Conrad with all his strength, and the force that came back alone made the bones of Zhang Yao's entire leg make a sound, and with it, Conrad's huge body flew into the air.

Conrad, who fell to the side, felt that his ribs might be almost broken, but his attention was not there, his eyes were still fixed on Zhang Yao, and he didn't understand until Zhang Yao picked up Lilia Marie's body.

Originally, the soldiers around thought that Zhang Yao and Kong Rad knew each other, so they let him come over, but they didn't expect that knowing was understanding, but it was a bad meaning. The commander was attacked, which made the surrounding soldiers react and surrounded Zhang Yao, still holding a weapon that had not been wiped clean of blood.

Looking at the soldiers around him, Zhang Yao's eyes turned red, and the mood swings he had never felt before made him feel like something was going to rush out to vent, he put Lilia Marie on the ground, opened his arms and threw himself at the nearest soldier, and put his hands on the soldier's face.

The captured soldier wanted to take the opportunity to attack Zhang Yao at first, but he didn't expect his body to suddenly lose his strength, let alone hold the weapon, he couldn't even do it, and he fell to the ground weakly, until now, he didn't understand what was happening, he could only instinctively struggle hard, but before he could struggle, he even lost his last strength, and could only use dry eyes to look at the fierce young man through the cracks in the fingers that pinched his head.

Zhang Yao's ability is to capture, in fact, this ability does not need to be complicated to seize any 'ability, power', the most basic and direct use, that is, to seize life. The so-called taking away life does not mean that you can kill people when you touch it, but that you can take away the qi or energy that people need to maintain the state of 'life', what it is, I'm afraid only Zhang Yao knows in this world.

Originally, the power seized was only a 'temporary loan' for Zhang Yao, when he no longer needed or could not control it, the power he seized would be returned to the original holder, but if the power was obtained by killing the holder, it would belong to Zhang Yao himself, and part of that power would become Zhang Yao's own thing after adaptation, and the other part would be lost over time.

Releasing his hand and letting the soldier who had turned into a dry corpse lie peacefully in the field, Zhang Yao picked up the fallen long sword from his side and turned to pounce on the other soldier, until the third soldier was killed, and the others reacted from their surprise and began to gather around Zhang Yao in an organized manner.

No matter what kind of force you have, in the absence of magic, an individual is a person after all, and quantitative suppression will always be effective, even Zhang Yao, who has absorbed all the strength of the three people.

No matter how good his skills are, there will always be some injuries when he is fighting with two fists against four hands, these injuries do not need to be big, even if they are just a small cut, they will deprive Zhang Yao of his physical strength little by little, restrict Zhang Yao's activities, and finally grind him to death just by grinding.

However, what Zhang Yao took away from the soldiers was not only strength, but also life force, which strengthened Zhang Yao's body and greatly strengthened his self-healing ability, making the recovery speed visible to the naked eye.

As a result, the battle became a war of attrition for both sides, which would continue until one side was completely destroyed.

This battle was not fair from the very beginning, at the beginning the soldiers took advantage of the numerical advantage to suppress Zhang Yao, but as Zhang Yao killed more and more people and captured more and more forces, he became the superior side.

When the last soldier fell, Zhang Yao was still standing, his clothes in tatters, and his skin was covered with scars from healed wounds, which would not be long before they healed and fell off, and in the end there would not be even a trace.

Stepping on the corpses of the soldiers, Zhang Yao walked up to Conrad step by step, and the officer, who was still refreshed when they met last time, was covering at this time, leaning against the base of the wall, looking at Zhang Yao and the pile of corpses behind Zhang Yao with an expressionless face.