The Game of Demon Hunter

Life has never been easy for Xu Yichen.

In the Zhongsiyuan, every breath needs to compete with other children. The material explosion allows every New Chinese to enjoy the best food and education, but there are always higher levels of enjoyment or rewards placed on them. There.

In Zhongsiyuan, this thing is honor.

The first person to complete all the items in the physical fitness class can eat first, and the others must wait for the chief meal to finish before they can sit down and eat.

The students who won the first place in the cultural class can get four hours of outing time every week; the first place in the military weapon class is eligible to observe the use of the latest model of concept weapons, and can wear their own exclusive weapons engraved with their names.

There is competition all the time, and children from Chusiyuan eat faster than others when they grow up.

And Xu Yichen is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding children trained by the Zhongsiyuan. For several consecutive years, he has eaten in the state of other onlookers, and the weapons with his name engraved on them are piled up in the room.

Of course, for a long time, he could only watch other people go out on the weekends. No matter how strong the will, no matter how good the memory is, no matter how real the replay of dreams can be, there is no way to hide it. Some people are born smarter than others.

In the military academy, on the battlefield, as a trainee political commissar, Xu Yichen had to work ten times harder than others to be worthy of the name.

Facing the explosion for the first time, he was also afraid of being shot, but over the past ten years he has developed the habit of leading the way, allowing his body to react faster than his thoughts.

Over time, Xu Yichen has gotten used to his identity. A political commissar, even a trainee political commissar, the meaning of his existence is to make the enemies of New China unable to survive. He lives to make the enemies die.

No matter whether the enemy is a human being, a biochemical monster, or an omnic that has gained self-awareness, he will strike without hesitation.

So when the enemy gradually turned into a green-skinned, chaotic demon, he still made rumors about it, and it had nothing to do with being on the earth.

Under the sawtooth of [War Scourge], green muscles are no more durable than red muscles, and pink bones are no stronger than white bones.

Xu Yichen watched a huge and strong green-skinned green-skinned man slash left and right, and knocked down a whole team of chaotic demons whose specific species could not be identified by himself. During the whole process, this green-skinned man kept shouting in excitement, He doesn't care that all the other green skins around him are dead.

Then the green skin saw the demon hunter fighting outside the city wall. The green skin's limbs were swollen to the point of swelling, and the muscles seemed to have no neck. The trapezius is stuck in the middle.

Huge tusks protrude from its big ass-shaped jaw, and the two small red eyes on its ape-like nose are like two red luminous bodies, exuding a frenzied light, and there is nothing in its thick, sloping skull. That doesn't leave much room for the brain, but that doesn't stop it from recognizing the human in front of it.

"It's Xiao Xiami's boss!" The green skin that had obviously evolved into a war chief was like a powder keg being lit: "Waaagh! I knew I had this chance!"

The rough tomahawk in the hands of the greenskins seems to have been transformed directly from a ship's anchor. God knows where these greenskins ransacked the rags. No matter what they got in their hands, they could turn them into sharp weapons for killing people!

The roaring green skin was hit by a wrist-thick heat ray in a second, leaving a large scorched black mark on its leathery skin.

It was a pink monster that had merged with several little Horrors. It was nearly three meters tall with seven or eight Horror heads growing on it. It seemed that it hadn't determined its target after arguing endlessly.

The greenskin looked at the witcher in a dilemma, and at the Horror that pissed it off. It didn't want to miss any of them. Such a difficult choice gave it a splitting headache.

Then the war chief saw that the human boss pointed to the fearful monster very interestingly, and then pointed to the ground under his feet. Out of the warrior's intuition, it immediately understood what the other party meant: "Go and do your work first, I will Waiting for you here."

"Waaagh!" The war chief believed the words of the human boss without reservation, and ran straight to the Horror: "I'll go back as soon as I go!"

When Mu Tiegen found Xu Yichen along the corpse, he happened to see that the other party didn't know what ability he used to drag a screaming fart from the sky, and then used the fire on the other party's explosive package to ignite his own combat combustion accelerant , and threw that fart out again.

As an officer, you can always hide some military supplies for yourself, can't you?

Screaming Grots begged for mercy amidst a huge explosion, taking a Warchief and a Horror to the skies, and the results were outstanding.

[War Disaster] Swallowed a lot of flesh and blood and let out a satisfying hiccup sound, like a fierce beast squinting its eyes looking for the next target after a full meal. The little horrors around screamed in horror and avoided this area.

Outside the city wall, the greenskins and the Chaos Demon were having a fight, but the area of ​​more than ten meters around the demon hunter was extremely quiet.

"Loess District, Mu Tiegen is reporting to you!" Mu Tiegen, who was as tall as his green skin, was just like his name. He stood there like a rooted steel and saluted Xu Yichen with a trace of admiration. .

It was a military salute from the New China Army. Although the aborigines in front of him were not so standard, Xu Yichen still returned the salute.

"Sir, before leaving, an adult gave me something, and he asked me to bring you a message." Mu Tiegen took out a black suitcase from the mustard bag: "You deserve it. "

The surface of the black suitcase is engraved with a huge five-pointed star, and in the middle of the five-pointed star is occupied by a gloved iron fist.

That's the commissar's logo, the one used by the first commissar.

In New China, due to the particularity of political commissars, each official political commissar can choose its own logo, and this iron fist is a common logo belonging to all political commissars.

Xu Yichen knew what it was, which meant that he could finally remove the first two characters of the intern political commissar.

Under normal circumstances, it would contain a letter of appointment, a high-level permission, a black overcoat, a black hat with a metal emblem, and a complete set of identity verification procedures.

"I really deserve it." Xu Yichen finally showed a smile, and opened the black suitcase without hesitation.

A black leather windbreaker lay quietly inside, the black hat with a large brim next to it emitted a dim red light, and there were also a pair of black tactical gloves with only the first knuckles exposed.

Three pieces of at least Seiko-level magic equipment.

PS: Thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @夏虫和冰晓晓 for the reward