Steel steam and flame

"In addition, there is Danielle. She will be the only one who can possibly escape from here." After a moment of thinking, Patrick knew what he should do most at the moment. I regretted checking the memory in my head, because the result affected my mood so much that my heart is still beating at a speed far above the normal speed.

"Originally, I wanted to find a breakthrough from this information after knowing it. But I didn't expect that all it would bring to me would be useless and depressing dangers of side effects." Exhaling a breath, Patrick was unwilling, but he still tried hard to recall the time when he was The message he passed by said, "Even if it's just a little bit, you should be able to know how big the gap is between you and the enemy. After encountering it, you should use a few hundred percent speed to escape."

The natural choice for reference was No. 0, which Patrick was familiar with, and the group of experimental subjects who had fought together. I imagined many possibilities, but Patrick found that there was no way to deal with it: "The captain said that even if he fights Mr. Zero head-on, it would be better if the opponent does not enter the scale state, at least then he can rely on various methods to find opportunities. But once the opponent enters the scaly state, the situation will tip to one side in an instant. According to the data, the enemy and Mr. Zero are roughly the same in strength, but judging from the two contacts, the enemy is more difficult to deal with than Mr. Zero. .”

"Just the speed and power after starting the cross pupil state can form footprints on my outer horny armor. I didn't dodge several attacks. After the stress points are superimposed, I can definitely punch through my body with one punch. Also The principle of the opponent's perception ability is still not clear yet, and it is not affected by sight and temperature."

There was a crisp sound of being cut apart all over, and the magma-like red lines all over Patrick's body began to expand. The red skin was like dry tree bark, and pieces fell from his body. Immediately, the dark red foam-like cuticles expanded in groups, stretched out the clothes, covered them layer by layer, and finally fixed them like condensation.

"Ha..." The hot breath came out of his mouth, and Patrick felt very uncomfortable. Driven by instinct, the damaged lungs were tightly wrapped by this kind of horny body, as if they were self-healing and protecting. Astonishing heat was radiating all over his body, and Patrick said, "This state doesn't seem very good." He felt that his consciousness became a little blurry after the injection of medicine. It's like waking up after taking a nap and your whole body feels soft, and the sounds you hear are a little distorted, with a faint accent.

I looked at the hand that had changed color. It was darker red and the horns were harder. But whether it is effective against the enemy, he believes that the difference is only the number of attacks it withstands.

Looking at himself somewhere, Patrick could strongly confirm this at this moment. Although this feeling was vague, it was real. Moving forward and following the stacked supplies, Patrick judged which connected mine tunnel Daniel would come from and tried to get as close to that direction as possible.

"There are about two minutes left." He mentally calculated the time until Daniel would go to Cromwell to discuss the matter and then leave to contact him. Every second was very long, and Patrick could only hold the ultimate alloy dagger tightly with his thick palm, imagining how he could hold on for as long as possible after encountering the enemy.

Touching the steel-cased bomb at his waist, Patrick found a string among the surrounding supplies and threaded the tabs together. It is impossible for the enemy to turn on the scaly state immediately when he meets me. In the previous contact, the enemy probably thought that there was no need to do that if he was facing me.

After walking less than a hundred meters, Patrick suddenly and clearly felt the gaze focused on him, which was a warning, and he was forced to take back the steps he took.

"The enemy knows what I'm thinking!" He had already had this awareness, but after being confirmed, Patrick still felt a sense of palpitations. One is due to the enemy's insight, and the other is the perception that there are almost no blind spots. In the eyes of the enemy, your position is as clear as the eye-catching red dot on the map. He became a fish in a fish tank, and his every move was watched clearly and without any cover-up.

Where will it be? Patrick leaned against the wooden box behind him, turned his head and looked around. All the sight was filled with stacked supplies of different heights, and there was nothing else, let alone hidden enemies. The temperature sensation is constantly being emitted, and there is no information about the enemy in the heat source.

"Boom!" There was a sudden metal collision nearby, and when Patrick reacted, he had already backed away a few meters. He stabilized his body and looked over based on the remaining trembling sound. A man wearing the uniform of a rebel soldier was already standing in front of him.

So close? Patrick's eyes moved slightly. Just now, he was relying on the box containing bullets to look around. The enemy was on the other side of the wooden box with bullets. The straight-line distance between the two was only less than two or three meters away. Unexpectedly, he didn't feel anything at all. Patrick let out a breath, stared at the enemy holding a forged steel sword in front of him, and let out all the tension in his heart.

"It seems that you should know who I am, maybe you are still unsure."

Patrick didn't reply. He was thinking about the reason why the enemy took the initiative.

"I didn't pounce on me and attack directly, so what I said just now should be right." Cassia thought for a while and said, "I have been observing to make sure you know my identity. It turns out that it is easier to speak openly."

"There is a deal here. I want to talk to you. I wonder if it is possible for us to talk quietly now?"

"What deal?" Patrick looked very cautious, and did not focus all his attention elsewhere because of Cassia's words.

"I want you to help me convey the message to the captain of your team, who is one of the knights in the empire. Of course, you don't have to tell which knight you belong to. There is not much information between them. Big difference. I have never wanted to have a conflict with you, but the current situation seems not to allow it. Not long ago, I was still considering purely relying on danger to warn you, hoping that you could give up interfering in the internal affairs of the Chil Kingdom, but it is true that It’s an unfeasible method. So after making sure that your status is definitely not low in the team, I think talking to you might have good results.”

"I don't think it will end well," Patrick responded.

Cassia nodded: "Indeed, as you said, it will not have good results for you alone. I am already a dead person in the empire, and now in this small country, knowing this, I don't care It’s hard to imagine that death during the assessment is just a planned performance. So for you who know that I am still alive, there is definitely no possibility of leaving this material storage place alive."

"Then what's there to talk about? Mr. Cassia, don't you think this is a joke? Or maybe he's not even a joke!"

"Just think of him as a joke. What I want to say is that your death can prevent the death of others, just like the other ten people about two thousand meters away from here. One of them is a woman, you should know it. Not only will they not, but also your captain, and other members related to you. I have the necessary reasons for the king's forces to win this internal war, and I hope that through you, your captain can give up this side."

"Still in other places, I haven't arrived inside the Kingdom of Qi'er yet. Killing you will not benefit me in any substantial way, but it will cause more trouble. So, you probably understand what I want to express. Right? Of course, there is a huge premise here, that is, who they are is more important than their own lives. "

"You still have about one minute to think about it. In one minute, the people who are rushing over will arrive here." As he said, Cassia threw the communicator, "After thinking about it, just stand where you are and make contact. For insurance purposes, it is also a reminder. . Not long ago, I should have left footprints on your cuticle armor, probably a little more than half of the strength."