A Million Possible

The communicator issued by Trilogy is similar to a walkie-talkie, with a small green screen on it, composed of a ring of thin wires. This communicator is mainly aimed at the communication between the teams within the projection, but the distance The further the distance, the greater the interference.

Cheng Lin didn't expect much after saying this, but after about two seconds, he received a response:

"Where are you? Send me the coordinates."

Song Xianzhen's voice came out of the communicator's speaker, and the roar of battle was mixed in the background.

"Give me your coordinates, I'll go over." Cheng Lin replied.

Song Xianzhen didn't talk nonsense. In the next second, a flashing light appeared on the green screen. Cheng Lin recognized the downward direction and measured the distance according to the ruler.

The unexpected discovery is not far away.

He had planned that the other party was too far away and inconvenient, and then contacted He Shu.

It was much easier now, and he immediately drove towards where the opponent was.

I calmed down the soldiers along the way, and sometimes flew on Caowei. Although the little girl was unwilling to see Cheng Lin's sinking face, she still had no waywardness.

When they finally arrived at the target location, they saw the people from the Second Division resting on the spot. The surrounding area was almost emptied. The streets were full of mechanical corpses. The six-core puppets stood on the streets with their spears, piled around it. Full of corpses.

Song Xianzhen was cleaning up, but when they saw them coming over, they stopped what they were doing. They walked over and looked at Cheng Lin up and down, slightly surprised.

When he thought about it, since Cheng Lin wanted to "seek help," he should be in poor condition. It may look like this, but this is not the case.

"Decided to form a team with us?" He asked, sketching out a smile.

Cheng Lin gently shook his head, straight to the point, and gave a general description of the matter.

Hearing that they had joined forces to kill two EUP members, Song Xian was really surprised. Even the deputy chief of the second division next to him and several other fellow practitioners cast surprised eyes.

They have not gained much so far.

Facing everyone's gaze, Cheng Lin's expression didn't change much:

"Although it is not clear why Dward wanted to catch Caowei, I think we still need to be vigilant, so I want her to team up with you."

So... Song Xianzhen turned his head and glanced at Cao Wei, and then harvested a raised chin. He said helplessly:

"Of course there is no problem, we can't ask for it."

After a pause, he pointed to the six-core puppet behind him somewhat proudly:

"With us, even if Byron comes, don't worry."

"It's good to have you," Cheng Lin nodded, and pushed the reluctant Caowei over. It looked like a parent who sent Little Sister to school. "The grass will be handed over to you, and I will leave. NS."

"Aren't you staying?" Song Xian was taken aback.

Cheng Lin straightened his neckline, just as the breeze was blowing through the city, his dark, slightly messy hair was moving, and a smile line was drawn from the corner of his eyes: "I'm still used to moving alone."

"……okay then……"

Song Xianzhen didn't say anything any more. He watched Cheng Lin turn around and walked back without driving. Instead, he walked farther and farther through the ruined city.

The cultivators who were busy cleaning up the battlefield, Song Xianzhen who stood quietly, and the reluctantly Caowei turned into the background picture, and gradually faded away.

No one could see what a cold smile appeared on Cheng Lin's face under the messy black hair behind that slightly thin back.

"Dward...Byron...Oh, it seems that you still haven't figured out whose home court is here..."

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Fertile soil, Greater Europe.

Under Nuwa's transformation, the prosperity of the past has dissipated like a cloud of smoke in a dream.

In a team of the European Union of Practitioners, Dward, who was wearing wizard robes and slowly walking among the ruined walls, suddenly fought a cold war. His body shrank, and he subconsciously wrapped himself in a robe to cover himself even more.

"Dward, it seems that you are not very comfortable with the climate here."

The teasing sounded slowly, and Dward looked back sullenly, and saw a knight.

The other party is no longer dressed in shirts and trousers that are new to the projection, but is wearing a set of armor, retro style, engraved with flowers, as if coming from the Middle Ages, breastplate, leggings, wristbands, alloy boots, helmets, long swords... It seems that this set of equipment should appear in the museum. However, only by looking carefully will it be clear that this is the armor created by the latest psionic technology.

Similar to Xia Guoyi Division's "Alloy Armor" in effectiveness, but the appearance is quite different.

"Of course I am not as cold-resistant as you mummies hidden in tin cans."

Dward made a sarcasm, and looked up at the dark clouds over the city and the cold wind passing through the city. The temperature seemed to drop a lot, as if it had transitioned from midsummer to late autumn.

"Your curse words are always so unique. I hope your staff can be as dexterous as your mouth when fighting."

The companion of the knight sarcastically said.

EUP is somewhat different from Tris, their division is simpler and more rude. One group is mages and the other is knights. The former is mainly based on the elemental system, and the latter is more dependent on physical fitness.

"Okay, stop arguing, it's time to report."

Another knight in the team came over and pulled them away.

Hearing that, the people in the team stopped one after another, took out a round metal box with buttons, and began to enter a specific number.

This is EUP's communication equipment. There is no way to transmit sound. It can only use taps to input specific digital strings to transmit some basic signals. It lags behind Xia Guo in terms of technology, but it also has advantages, such as more signals. Stable and long coverage distance.

According to the rules established by EUP team leader Byron, every once in a while, everyone needs to "report points" to confirm their survival and location.

"D...D..."

After entering the own number routinely, Dward saw that the surface of the iron box in his hand lit up one by one on the screen:

"Hey, why didn't Kenny and Carl's team respond?"

"What's weird about this, maybe they are fighting with people, or being chased by mechanical monsters...Who knows, wait five minutes, if there is no response, Lord Byron will take the initiative to contact them."

One said nonchalantly.

After a pause, he smiled again: "Of course, maybe there is another possibility, maybe they were killed by someone."

EUP is a loose alliance of various countries in Europe. The relationship between the members is not very good, and there are still contradictions between different countries. Obviously, the knight has a bad view of the two.

"Maybe……"

Dward murmured a word, put away the communication box, then raised his head and tightened his brows.

I saw a mechanical eagle hovering in the gloomy sky, as if peering at the earth and at them.

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...

Far away from the team of the Second Division, Cheng Lin climbed up to a ten-story building. With the help of vines, he quickly came to the top of the building. Standing here, he could overlook a large area of ​​the city, but it was still difficult to see the end of the fertile soil.

He is not even sure which district he is currently in.

"Hullah..."

The wind on the top of the building was stronger, causing the black windbreaker on his body to hunt and hunt. He just returned to the spirit world, took off his own clothes, and put on a prepared suit without a sign.

Martin boots, dark gray narrow-cut trousers, leather belt, white shirt, and a windbreaker, slowly putting on gloves with both hands, tidying up the hat, and emphatically confirming the tightness of the "mask" on his face.

He even used his "body control" to slightly adjust his bones... and changed his figure a bit. At this time, unless he is a very familiar person, he will never be recognized.

Staring at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, standing in the cold wind, Cheng Lin held the "central crystal ball" with his right hand, in which the image of a fertile city was slowly rotating.

"Unfortunately, the fertile soil is too large, and it is too laborious to use the crystal ball to investigate humans... Nuwa has the advantage of Innate in computing at this point. When it comes to processing data, she is naturally handy as a computer... Even if I have a mechanical heart, It is also impossible to obtain the position of EUP personnel in all aspects...In this way, we can only think of some other methods."

Cheng Lin thought silently, flicking the crystal ball with his right hand, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled more intensely.

The temperature is also falling rapidly, and gradually, there are faintly fragmented snow particles dancing between the heaven and the earth.

Just like his mood at the moment.

"What's the best way..."

Standing on the top of the building, Cheng Lin's right index finger and middle finger wearing black leather gloves tapped the concrete fence alternately. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction if he noticed it.

Then, a crow jumped out of his vision.

Metal crow.

It stood quietly on a balcony of a tall building nearby, motionless, just looking at him silently and silently with two eyes.

This scene was a little strange, it didn't seem to have expected that own peep was discovered, and it was startled for two seconds, and then bluntly, pretending to be natural, skimmed the beginning, and even stretched its wings, wanting to fly away.

"what……"

Cheng Lin blinked, and a command stretched over to seize control of the crow. It went smoothly. Immediately, he controlled the huge ugly bird to fly over and land on his stretched arms.

After that, he chuckled lightly at it, and his lips moved:

"I think, I have a way."

...

After a while, a cold whirlwind swept across the streets and alleys of the dilapidated city, as well as this rooftop, but no one was seen here.

"Crack..."

A huge crow uttered an unpleasant, arduous scream, shook its wings rigidly, climbed to the sky, and began to traverse the sky over the huge city, flying...

But if you look closely, you will find that one of its paws is tightly holding a delicate glass bottle that can be held in the palm of the hand.

This is a bottle of ordinary healing medicine.

At this moment, in the green vial, the transparent liquid is rolling back and forth, and layers of bubbles are set off, like colorless blood, and like the fine, finely divided, hard snow that is gradually falling from the dark clouds. grain.

...

The cold wind blew.

Caowei reluctantly sat on the back seat of the eight-legged car, glanced at Song Xianzhen who was driving, curled her lips, and then her forehead and eyebrows suddenly became cold.

With a good touch, it is a snow particle that is slowly melting.

"Snowing……"

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ps: It's the moment of pretending to be loved and heard again...

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