Mystery Makes Me Strong

Dufferin is also a nuclear bomb survivor who was dragged into battle.

Unlike others, as a heterogeneous person, he has experienced a lot.

He used to be a shallow believer of the Colossus. After the nuclear explosion, he also survived, and then came to the demon world through the portal.

He used to be an infatuated person, but now, he is just a free-spirited tramp.

The feelings of the past seem to have dissipated.

He actually had a way to escape the draft, but he didn't, he had an inexplicable intuition that something would happen on the battlefield.

This intuition brought him to the battlefield.

Standing on the bridge of bones, there are people in the front, back, left, and right, and the spear in his hand can't go out at all.

Finally he picked up a bow and arrow from one of the unlucky ones who had fallen to the ground, and began to call the skeletons by name.

Relying on the increase in physique brought by the alien species, even though he could not use the power of the alien species, he still relied on his excellent basic physical fitness to aim at the eye sockets of the skeletons and kill them one by one.

His record quickly attracted the attention of the head of the regiment.

During a rotation break, he was promoted to captain.

He was later promoted to Elite Captain.

"There's nothing to be afraid of skeletons. Their strength is not as strong as yours. Their eye sockets are their weak point. If you stab them hard with a spear and block them with your shield, you can kill them!" He told everyone about his discovery.

This discovery, coupled with the resurrection of the archangel later, restored everyone's morale.

Although the skeleton frame is still not so easy to deal with, and although the opponent's ax still hurts, at least they will not be as chaotic and cowardly as they were at the beginning.

Order was gradually established.

Most people have experience and courage after several resurrections.

There are only a few people who really can't persevere, just like they have been afraid of injections since they were young.

These people are naturally eliminated.

At first they were happy that they didn't have to go to the battlefield.

Then when they knew the welfare of the warriors on the battlefield, their eyes turned red.

"The elite captain, Dufferin, can get five meritorious medals, each of which can be exchanged for 100 acres of land, and six local farmers."

What is a local farmer?

That is far beyond the existence of black slaves. They don't resist, don't yell and scold, they are diligent and conscientious, and they donate gold coins every day.

It is comparable to the existence of robots, but more human than robots.

This is the nature of the world.

"Why didn't you mention these benefits at the beginning?" Someone asked the priest regretfully.

Of course these people are shallow believers.

The priest thought to himself, nonsense, we didn’t know there was at the beginning, it was all promulgated by the gods.

But of course he would not say that, but said piously: "Of course, this is God's test for you. Those who devote themselves to God will not take advantage of it; but God will not forget what he paid after the event."

These people were suddenly cruel. It turned out that they were not pious enough, so they couldn't get any benefits.

Those who fought hard because of their piety did not want to take advantage, but in the end they took a big advantage.

As the rewards appeared, the enlistment was getting smoother.

The battle is also getting fiercer.

Dufferin was finally killed.

He died under the pounce of a bone dragon.

He has always been used to the intensity of facing low-level arms, and suddenly a bone dragon fell from the sky. He didn't react for a while, and was thrown into the lake of blood by the opponent.

Boiling blood filled the eyes, like tears.

Dimly, he seemed to see his former lover An Di.

I don't know how many times I have dreamed, but I have never dreamed of the other party's graceful figure.

Sure enough, human emotions are short-lived and fragile.

True and solid love, I'm afraid it doesn't exist at all.

Thinking like this, he didn't know how long it had passed, but he felt that his surroundings were boiling, and then he seemed to be scooped up by something.

Then there was light again.

"Are you all right, child?" said a kind old angel.

With his white beard, white hair, and white wings, he looks like a snowman.

"Uh, I thought angels were young." Dufferin was still in the mood to joke.

"Heh, an angel who is too young can easily make people nervous." The old angel said gently without being annoyed at all.

makes sense.

Dufferin nodded, then looked around, there was solid lava under his body, and he felt a little hot.

Not far away are stone walls and watchtowers, on which ballistas and archers are guarding the camp vigilantly.

It gave him a sense of security.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Am I resurrected?"

"Yes, you can rest for three hours before going to the battlefield." The old angel smiled and left his side.

Dufferin saw bloody messes on the stone ground not far away.

Was he in that form before?

He barely stood up, pressed on his chest, and then he was terrified.

Alien species gone?

impossible!

This is impossible!

It must have been lost somewhere in the body!

In the heart, in the waist, or in the testicles?

He searched every organ in his body, and if there was nothing there, there was nothing there.

This white man looked anxious. He never expected that after dying in the lake of blood and resurrecting, the alien species would disappear!

If I had known it earlier, I would have hidden it. I shouldn't have fought.

Did it fall into the lake?

He thought of the mysterious and unpredictable blood lake, and an impulse made him get up, come to the door, want to rush out of the camp, and immediately search for it in the lake.

It's just that the soldiers at the door stopped him, and handed him a dusty seed as if nothing had happened:

"Is this something you lost? The leader asked me to return it to you."

"Ah, it's mine, it's mine!" Dufferin stretched out his hand to take it, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Well, please take it well, don't worry about losing it, God's eyes shine on the entire battlefield." The soldier said seriously.

"Yes, praise God."

Dufferin stuffed the seeds in his stomach, completely relieved, and then he walked out of the camp.

Aliens will not be lost.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

And at this moment, an inexplicable thought appeared in his mind:

Is the former true love important, or the humble seed?

He couldn't give an answer for a moment.

Once upon a time, he was able to sacrifice his life to save his beloved, and life is obviously more important than seeds.

After all, no matter how powerful the seed is, if you lose your life, you lose everything.

The seed "Life" and "Beloved", this should be a matter of course logic, even elementary school students can figure it out.

But at this time, he couldn't answer this thought.

At this moment, someone in the distance suddenly shouted: "Strange, the water in this blood lake seems to be a little bit clearer."

"Is it your hallucination? Old Tom." Someone laughed.

"Impossible, just now I saw a fish swimming past inside."

"You fisherman, do you still dare to catch and eat the fish here?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Two slightly weird words rang in Dufferin's ears.

He was a little confused, and felt that this matter might have something to do with him.

At this time, several soldiers came to him.

"Captain, come quickly, we are going to form a new team."

"Okay, I'll go right away."