Led by Razer, Hank, Ai Ruo and El'er finally arrived at the meeting point.
The night is quiet.
"You guys are here - long time no see." Nate came up to greet them and said with a wry smile:
"We originally thought we would catch the wind for you first - now the most we can do is eat some compressed biscuits."
"How come we haven't seen each other for two months, and you've learned Jiang Shao's sexy talk?" Aier jumped off the off-road vehicle and vigorously moved her body, which had been tortured by airplanes and roads.
"Stop talking about picking up the wind, come and help move things." Hank greeted him while opening the trunk of the off-road vehicle.
Hearing the greeting, everyone rushed to the car. When they saw what was in the trunk, no one was speechless.
"...Hank, haven't you been on duty in the past two months?" Jiang Shao picked up a small box.
The black shell is the size of jewelry——
It says electric shock ring (trial version).
Hank took out two heavy boxes from the innermost box. One contained a mobile fortress that everyone was already familiar with, but the contents of the other box made everyone's eyes widen.
——This is obviously a war hammer. But...
Only Hank could do this kind of design, and now, the trunk is covered with such things.
Hank weighed it in his hand for a while and seemed quite satisfied with the weight.
Razer didn't know when he had touched behind everyone.
"He didn't miss work."
Razer took out several equipment that looked like throwing objects.
"...These are the equipment that Black Steel purchased from him. The commander-in-chief of this battle is responsible for selecting the parts that are suitable for use and sending them over with us."
"Of course there are also Hank's own considerations - he will explain its use to you."
Razer walked towards a small bungalow in the assembly point - it was a temporary command point, inside were the other two professional operators Franka and Iron Arm who led the team, as well as external support from the zero-hour connection -
The tactical support operator within Black Steel International, codenamed Player, will serve as the overall commander of their operation.
Hank put down the war hammer in his hand and turned back to look at everyone - his face was filled with the proud look of a child who wants to show off his toy to others.
"So, these are the independently developed equipment we will use this time."
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Dark church.
"Thank you for your assistance - Miss."
The bald, muscular man bowed deeply to the two of them - although he was very sincere, the bald head and a pair of dissonant semicircular bear ears destroyed the chilling aura on his body.
It is not entirely correct to say that the top of his head is bald. In fact, there are some things on it, and the whole head is not so "empty".
——Black crystals. Obvious characteristics of ore disease infection.
The plain female voice seemed to be accompanied by a subtle divinity:
"No need - everyone takes what they need and does things for others."
As if disgusted with such respect, the woman turned her face away.
——The golden eyes seemed to be burning.
She has long black hair that is spread out, a fair face that is too delicate to be a work of art in the human world, and a white military uniform with a cloak with gold-plated mysterious characters and patterns.
Those golden eyes must be the holy fire in the sky - the man did not believe the story in the Pope, but he now believes in the existence of angels.
...It is a sight that cannot be forgotten...
When she wore such ostentatious clothes and walked alone from outside the city to Illaina, everyone was still guessing how long it would take for her to be killed by the snipers on the guard tower——
The sound of hymns being sung.
It was neither a hymn nor a blessing - it was a meaningless and indistinguishable sacred word, but it was sung softly from the woman's mouth with an aura of murder and a disregard for all arrogance.
It was so clear - it was obvious that she was alone.
She may be an Argor or part of the rare Sarkaz race - after all, she doesn't have any other characteristics - the Blood Demon should also have pointed ears compared to her.
When the song sounded, six wings sprouted from her back, and a halo emitting a divine aura appeared above her head.
This is clearly a sakota (angel).
The bald man had read some religious classics, and the shock the woman gave him was definitely far beyond the unrealistic myths in those books. When she appeared in front of everyone with such a beautiful appearance...
An angel descends to earth, only words like this can describe her.
There are seraphim beside God, who are the messengers closest to the holy fire. People call them Seraphs.
——According to legend, they were born with six wings and four heads, invisible and bodyless, symbolized by red fire.
One of the three pairs of wings covers the eyes, and the other pair covers the feet. When you open your eyes, you will hear the roar of a lion, and red electric light will pierce the sky.
The woman alone exuded a strong light, raised her hands, sang hymns and marched towards the invincible Ursus Empire.
It should be invulnerable.
I saw two slender spears composed of light slowly emerging from the woman's hands.
——But Seraph should use the sword.
The woman jumped up and slowly rose into the air - the three pairs of illusory light wings were flapping, as if they were really taking her flying.
The spear in his left hand was released straight away and headed towards the city wall.
The spear in her right hand flew into the sky and was thrown behind the city wall by her.
——Collapse. The city wall kept crumbling in front of the spear, like a mortal escaping from heaven's punishment.
That was a giant that symbolized the power of Ursus and never collapsed.
--collapse.
It wasn't obvious, but she turned back to them and said:
"As you expected. Barracks, water and electricity - I have defeated this beast."
"As for killing it - that's not part of my job."
Everyone understands.
The unknown hymn was certainly not a hymn, and this Sakota was not a seraph.
——She can only be the messenger beside the evil god. She behaves like a devil, but has the face of an angel and an arrogance that transcends the world.
The man recovered from his memories, but continued to lower his head and did not dare to speak any more.
"Lord Baldr... we should go."
An old and decaying voice came from behind the woman, and the old man huddled in a black robe said this.
"I know." The woman replied, turned to the bald head and said:
"We did get paid - that's all."
The reward mentioned by the woman had made the man feel heartbroken for a long time, but now he had completely forgotten about his loan to the integration movement. Looking at the woman who turned around, he quickly shouted:
"Sir! I wonder if we can continue to get your help in our great cause of destroying this decadent empire? We must..."
"Albert? Help?"
The woman turned around, her golden eyes only made him scared!
"...Oh, forgive me for being rude - I'm just a mortal."
She sneered - she didn't know who she was apologizing to.
"You have no idea what the so-called great cause is. But help... maybe, we do need some supplies in the mortal world now."
She threw a ring, and the bald man quickly caught it.
There is no decoration on it, and the simple but weird ring has a few letters engraved on it——
R"lyeh.
The woman said: "You can find us - if we want you to."
——In the current situation, another major faction suffered changes, and she had to make compromises.
At this moment, the woman suddenly looked south.
Could this familiar smell be...
...it doesn't seem to be her, but...
This soul is...
A playful smile appeared on the woman's lips.
"gone."
With a wave of her cloak, the woman completely ignored the old man whose body remained unchanged, and left the church under the gaze of the bald man.
"Sir, this ring, this..."
The woman interrupted the old man:
"no need to worry."
"But Lord Badr——"
"I said, don't worry." The smile on the woman's face became more and more obvious, almost going crazy——
I didn't expect that...
It would actually be that bloodline, and if her memory, which has always been unreliable, is correct...
--It's him.
In this case, the bald man obviously has no chance.
The core of his plan must be destroyed.
The messenger left under the cover of night.
She slowly thought about it in her mind:
Weird fusion.
"iatore (Hunter)..."
"Anche, Ribelle. (Also, the rebel)"
But, so what?
PS: The foreign language in this article is in Italian