War in Heaven

Seeing that the walking corpse is going to die in the hands of the Queen, Lin Chi rushed to step forward in front of the corpse:

"Wait!"

"Why, guardian, do you want to plead for the despicable corpse?" Jane frowned and looked at him: "You forgot how the Necromancer treated my guards? You didn't almost die at the time." Are they under your hand?"

"I am not..." The corpse is constantly struggling: "I am...people..."

"This is not the corpse of the resurrection of the Necromancer, but the local residents, let him go."

Lin Chi’s eyes are not stunned and cherished, saying one word at a time: “Let it go.”

- In any case, the corpse is his follower, and the special ability of this guy may come in handy in the future. Now, it is not the time for him to leave.

"Guardian, what are you talking about?" The Queen could not understand Lin Chi’s behavior.

The Queen's Guards, the armor that was resurrected by the Necromancer's Reel, was squandered. Because of this, she hated anything that was in contact with the Necromancer, and wanted to get rid of it.

"I said to let him go." Lin Chi stepped forward and grabbed the delicate wrist.

"Do you want to rebel?" said the Queen, gnashing her teeth.

While talking, Jane raised his left hand, and his hand faintly passed through the sharp light.

Lin Chi knows that with the super power of the Queen, she can kill herself in an instant. Even so, he did not back down, just coldly explaining the facts:

"If I am dead, do you think that 'Zhen' can survive here? The personality that you appeared before, but you can't use the ability."

"..."

As soon as this was said, Jane’s movements temporarily stopped. The Queen was obviously very clear that she could not have ownership of this body forever. If it was controlled by its weaker personality, if no one protects, indeed There may be dangers.

"I……"

Jane was about to speak. Lin Chi suddenly grabbed the seasoning on the table next to it and sprinkled the powder of the handful man on her face.

Even the Queen did not expect the other party to come to this hand, and was immediately beaten by a few sneezes, but also coughed, his hands clasped his head on the ground, his body was slightly twitching.

As Jane began to switch her personality, the corpse that had been close to the ground with her feet on the wall, fell heavily on the floor, began to rot inside the body, and sounded a crisp fracture.

"What is he doing? How does it seem to have forgotten me?" The corpse was standing up and looked down at his broken body: "Thank you for saving me, and I will be squashed later..."

"Nothing, I have something to do tonight." Lin Chi "speaks with a strong heart" and took the shoulders of the corpse.

"What is it? As long as you can save your life, you must go to the fire and do it in the next place!" The corpse of the patrol corpse raised the broken right hand and respected a non-standard military ceremony.

Listening to the contradictory remarks of the other party, Lin sighed and asked: "If I provide you with a complete patrol corpse and a full set of clothing and equipment, you can mix in the patrol team tonight. Inside, can you check some information for me?"

Lin Chi knows that it is very troublesome to collect intelligence directly, but if the corpse is mixed into the patrol, it may solve the mystery of "why the patrol will not alienate."

"Of course, no problem at all!" The corpse nodded in a hurry. When he spoke, his tongue broke halfway and fell out of his mouth and landed on the floor: "Where is the fresh body? Now this body can't stand it..."

"There are patrols in the basement that I am captive. If you can guarantee the information, you can use it at will." Lin Chi pointed to the ladder leading to the basement.

"That's a thank you, I promise to make good use of it!" The corpse laughed happily, dragging the rotten body and striding toward the door of the basement.

Two seconds later, from the basement, there was a scream of repression.

......

An underground secret facility of the incineration facility is hidden beneath a factory warehouse on the outskirts of Holomask.

This abandoned industrial area is usually inaccessible and does not seem to have many patrols, but there are a large number of soldiers who have been hiding in nearby seemingly unmanned apartments for 24 hours of uninterrupted surveillance. In the factory warehouse, beware of any intruders that may appear.

Even these loyal elite patrols are only faithfully completing orders, and they don't know what they are protecting.

There are very few visitors here, except for the change of soldiers, the number of visitors here can be counted with one hand. For this reason, they are usually idle and boring to play cards in the apartment, and even start to take a gamble every day, "Will someone come over today?"

"Do you think there is anyone today? I bet that no one hundred rubles are coming." A patrolman leaning to the left of the rusty iron gate of the factory warehouse, ripped off the sweat-soaked mask on his face, revealing a square full of stubble. face.

"I also gamble no one, two hundred rubles." Another patrol next to him replied.

"If you can't open it, you can't take another result..."

"Less nonsense, Lao Tzu is not stupid."

Two soldiers in charge of guarding the main entrance of the warehouse were engaged in a boring conversation, but saw a black jeep driving from a distant dirt road and expanding in the field of vision.

"Is there really someone coming?" The soldier who just wanted to start gambling was surprised and wide-eyed: "Isn't it going the wrong way?"

"Is it possible to have someone here?" Another soldier said quickly.

"Go and go..." The bearded soldier snorted and watched the jeep stop in front of the main entrance of the warehouse. A tall figure walked down.

It was a guy who wore a dress that strictly followed the rules of the incineration department, and was wrapped tightly in a gray coat, wearing a plush hat and a large mask, showing only a pair of brown eyes.

"This place is not allowed to enter without permission. Please indicate your identity." The soldier routinely asked about the identity of the other party and clenched the handle of the AK-47.

Although the other party seems to be an ordinary citizen, but somehow, the soldiers always feel that this person is somewhat dangerous, but also slightly raised their vigilance.

"I am Andrechenko. Kanovich Kronitovsky." The voice of the visitor was a little hoarse, and he took out a document from his pocket and gave it to the soldier.

The bearded soldier opened the document and flipped directly to the last blank page, only to see that the red admission certificate was stamped on it. Although there are still some people who are not at ease, they can only return the documents to the other party and nod their heads:

"Please come in, Mr. Andrechenko."

After getting the entry permit, the suspicious man walked quickly into the side door of the factory warehouse.