A Million Possible

Cheng Lin disappeared.

With the doubts of many people.

No one knows what the light gate that appeared last was, and who was the tall figure carrying the spear, everyone just regarded it as another practitioner.

The light gate is probably his ability.

The army arrived and quickly dragged away the monster's body, but the gunfire in the city became more and more loud.

There are very few monsters like this one, most of them are still the first rank, but because of the large number, they are becoming more difficult to deal with.

It's just that at this moment, Cheng Lin no longer has the thought of hunting...Of course, there are only 15 Spiritual Qi reserves left in his body and he is not allowed to do anything.

...

When Sun Xiao exhausted his own Spiritual Qi and had to run back to the pickup truck, he saw Cheng Lin quietly leaning against the car—his jacket was gone, only a shirt.

"Cheng Lin, are you back too? My Spiritual Qi is exhausted, next..."

Sun Xiao gasped and talked halfway, and suddenly stopped, he found the other party's abnormality.

The pickup truck has already stalled.

Because of the demand for loading goods, the rear carriage is equipped with a cargo box.

Now that the cargo box door is ajar, Cheng Lin is leaning on the side of the car without speaking, just silent.

There is no sadness on his face, no panic, no tension, nothing.

Just like this, it seems to be distracted.

"What's wrong with you? Where's your clothes? And, where's Hua Bei? Why didn't you see her?" Sun Xiao asked.

He didn't get the answer, but suddenly he felt a huge anxiety. He sniffed and smelled the bloody smell in the air. It was the smell of human blood... it seemed to be coming out of the cargo box.

A terrible bad idea came to my mind.

He slowly stretched out his hand to open the door of the warehouse, and then saw the girl lying on her back inside:

With her hands folded on her chest, she was covered in a uniform with a small lapel, which covered her wounds, but could not hide the lifelessness. Her eyelids were closed, her face was not painful and she was calm, probably because Dying too fast, it looked like he was sleeping.

Sun Xiao's tall body trembled and took two steps back. The whole person's brain buzzed, opened his mouth, and looked at the figure leaning next to the car with confirmation: "Hua...Hua Bei... she..."

"Dead." Cheng Lin finally said, his tone was slightly hoarse, but his tone was calm.

It's like narrating a common thing.

In a sense, life and death are indeed ordinary things, but the death of a stranger, and the death of a friend, are two completely different things.

"How...how...would..." Sun Xiao's face was pale.

"Get in the car," Cheng Lin said.

"Where?" Sun Xiao tried his best to control his swaying body, he knew it was not the time to be sad.

"pier."

"good."

Without talking any more nonsense, the two of them closed the door of the carriage, and then got into the car, no longer worrying about any tasks, but urged the soldiers to turn around and turn back.

The car was moving along the street, and the screams in the distance could be heard outside the open windows, but they had no energy to rescue them.

No one spoke, and the car was silent.

Until the car turned around an intersection, Sun Xiao suddenly said: "I never thought that life could be so fragile."

He was referring to Huabei, and even the scream.

Every sound means the passing of a living life in the city.

Cheng Lin listened, glanced at him, thought about it, and then nodded in agreement: "It's really fragile, just like a flower."

"The flowers in the greenhouse can't stop the strong wind and rain." Sun Xiao said.

"So?" Cheng Lin asked back.

"I want to go to the front line, the sea, the battlefield." At this moment, the big boy who dreams of becoming a superhero said earnestly, rarely seen in his life.

"But you can't protect everyone, and neither can I."

"Perhaps, but this world needs heroes." Sun Xiao clenched the weapon in his hand.

Cheng Lin knew that this was a word in Overwatch. He stared at Sun Xiao and felt that the monitor of the same class was glowing for three years, stabbing him a little ashamed.

Just about to say something, suddenly, the soldier who had been driving silently stepped on the brake and the steering wheel slammed.

The thick pickup slammed into the center of the road, and then he shouted hoarsely, "What's that?!"

The direction the soldier looked at was exactly what Cheng Lin's side car window was facing. It was probably something he found in the rearview mirror that made him so gaffe, and hurriedly stopped to observe.

Could it be that a monster is catching up?

Cheng Lin subconsciously tightened his body and turned on "body control", his white shirt was stretched open by the muscles...but then, he just stared in amazement.

In the gloomy steel city, on the main road where they were, an army-green truck came over like a monster.

This is not the point, the point is that there are many black humanoid armors standing on the truck.

About two meters high, the whole body is covered with alloy, painted in the purest black, the style is simple and powerful, standing neatly on the military vehicle, approaching in the rain, wrapped in strong coercion.

Somewhat familiar...

It's like...a puppet? Or rather... the Radiant Knight!

"what!"

The soldier next to him whispered, and he saw that the "armor" that was still standing still moved suddenly!

They jumped up, jumped out of the car, and rushed in different directions, their movements were neat, uniform, and powerful, just like the accent of piano music.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The invisible accent hits my heart. Those “armor” that are inhuman, even far faster than the elite cultivators of the major special divisions, leap over the high walls, step on the vehicles, and blow into the city like a whirlwind.

Soon, those screams of exclamation were replaced by surprises and surprises.

Sitting in the car, Cheng Lin, with the help of his perception ability, clearly saw the monsters scattered everywhere being bombarded and wiped out.

And what surprised him most were those wrapped in "black armor."

In the feedback from the "Haired Eye", those armors did not respond, and there was no brilliance. With the fourth rank practitioner's sensitivity to breath, Cheng Lin instinctively realized that none of these black armored men was weaker than him!

Even more than half of them gave him a strong sense of threat!

It's not that those people are hostile to him, but similar to the instinctive vigilance among powerful creatures.

"They are practitioners!" Cheng Lin judged confidently.

Sun Xiao was stunned: "Xiu practitioner? Which department member is this? Why is it so strong?!"

"There is only one possibility..." Cheng Lin pursed his lips, his eyes were solemn, "I'm here!"

As soon as the voice fell, a few people suddenly felt the wind rise, and in the next second, a terrifying breath spread from the sky, covering the entire city, stirring the sky with dark clouds and turbulence, countless raindrops shaking down, and heavy rain pouring down.

The soldier who drove didn't feel much, but felt tight in his chest, but Cheng Lin immediately noticed the strength of the breath and the vast power...

"This is... Shi Shengcun?"

Cheng Lin, who had watched the battle between the Elf King and Shi Shengcun, easily discerned the source of this breath, and was immediately horrified.

In his perception, Shi Shengcun now seems to be stronger than in the projection.

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ps: People are not really dead, so calm down. As for "the imperial heroine" and the like... First, there is no "imperial heroine", and secondly, it is not the heroine. At least in my late stage setting for the character of Hua Bei, it is not a heroine, so I have always been very stingy. She writes, but it happens that she still plays a key role in an important plot of the late stage...

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