The cost of cultivating a qualified Source Force Envoy is much higher than that of a qualified warrior.
Knowledge, research and progress.
Science, knowledge and evolution.
…
Such rhetoric over and over again was repeated in Gwen's past. The more knowledge Gwen gained, the more profound doubts arose.
This suspicion is, why do such precious scholars continue to go to the battlefield?
Why do such precious scholars still invest in various commissions that have little meaning?
Delivering letters, looking for cats, and clearing weeds, it's like being a genin in Fire Ninja. Maybe it can be explained by 'exercise to improve your mind', but in any case it can't answer Gwen's doubts.
This doubt was answered by the source force messengers at the branch minister level.
And the answer was found in this wave of terrifying monsters.
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Gwen and the other secret agents stayed at the front line, about 2.3km away from the defense line behind them, in a trench that was convenient for retreat.
"Do we need to act so solemnly?"
Gwen didn't understand the attitude of the secret agents, and by extension, she didn't understand the behavior of the entire train moving at a slow speed.
Is it necessary?
Hearing Gwen's question, the younger secret agents all agreed. They are from the urban generation and have spent more than half of their lives on the train. They don't understand the impact of this kind of thing.
The neatly dressed Curse Blade straightened his waist and took a dignified sip of the black tea as thick as blood in the transparent kettle.
Smiling:
"You ask this question because you have never seen a storm; in this land, the worst thing is not the extreme weather, not the snowflakes above our heads, but some kind of incremental effect, a lovely soft heart
The snowball rolling down from the top of the mountain brought about an avalanche that overturned the world. Just watch, young brother Gwen, and you won't have such doubts in a while."
Seeing her so sure.
Gwen waited suspiciously.
Waited for about 10 minutes.
Something strange happened in the forest ahead. First, a group of snowbirds were startled, and then five rangers riding giant rats shuttled out of it. The giant rats had many wounds on them. Among the rangers was a young Ron.
The lady lost a hand and received emergency treatment. Her face was pale due to blood loss.
Another ranger took a horn and blew it.
"Get ready to light the fire."
Curse Blade gave the order with familiarity, ordering the spies to prepare the disposable scatter cannon.
The Scatter Cannon is the invention of a Lute - and only Lute can invent this crazy weapon.
A huge gun barrel cast from impurity iron, coupled with a reusable diesel turret, is filled with a large number of bones, broken nails, and wood chips. The source of force ball formed at the moment of firing serves as a fragile shell wall to wrap these
The scum was spurred out in one breath.
Since the fragile Yuanli ball cannot truly 'like a ball', the 'cannonball' with many edges and corners will destroy the iron barrel in one go, and use the secondary power provided by the instantaneous explosion of the barrel.
, causing the 'cannonballs' to disintegrate after exiting the chamber, forming an extremely vicious net of destruction.
Gwen used his source power to adjust the direction of the gun barrel, and at the same time used his own thinking space to simulate the bombardment surface of the gun, and confirmed that there was probably nothing wrong...
For this kind of battlefield gadget, it’s enough if it can be used! It doesn’t matter whether it’s flawless or not!
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In the forest, there was a deathly loneliness.
It's like the calm before the storm.
Gwen looked at the edge of the ditch, watching the muddy water mixed with snow dripping down, and a feeling of panic emerged from the bottom of her heart.
Just when he was feeling a little flustered, he received a heavy tap on his shoulder.
She is a strange secret agent and a mature big sister.
She shouted:
"Calm down, calm down, don't get confused!"
One by one, the old spies helped the new spies escape their fear.
Very simple.
Although it sounds a bit insulting, the noise is indeed the source of courage for many people. The so-called brothers walking at night singing folk songs while walking drunk, I am afraid that even female ghosts are afraid of you!
The sense of panic brought about by the silence at this moment was easily resolved by the veterans.
The secret agents remembered their training, gained strength from the hard work and training over and over again, calmed down, prepared their firearms and faced the front of the trench.
The curse blade read aloud the secret agents' philosophy:
"The best you can do, never end your despair!"
This slogan also makes the secret agents calmer.
The philosophy of the secret agents is rather difficult to translate in Utopian. Simply put, it is "do what you can, but you will never hold on when you are desperate, and you will run when you need to".
Roaring sounds from far to near, and sounds like countless ground drills working on the road began to echo.
The first tree fell.
Then the second one, and the third one.
Six - or seven? In short, a number of ship-cutting crabs that Gwen could not confirm came out of the forest in an instant. At the same time, fishmen, shark lizards, kappas, swamp nike... these are related to 'water'
Closely related monsters rushed out soon after, and even powerful monsters such as Naga and River Demon Troll appeared.
Densely packed.
Can't see the edge.
Gwen couldn't tell how many monsters there were.
This wave has greatly exceeded the number they can handle.
He looked at the Cursed Blade and saw that others were doing the same.
"Fire the cannonball, and at the same time the source power messenger makes preparations. Gwen, can you use your source power to cause a fire?"
Creating a fire in the snow?
Gwen raised her head and glanced at the never-ending snowflakes. The extreme cooling caused by the Utopia's blower made the sky fall with never-ending snow. The temperature was very cold. In this case, should we use the source of warmth?
He thought of Long Yan.
He nodded vigorously: "I'll try."
"Just try your best."
After Curse Blade finished speaking, he picked up his submachine gun and swept the shuttle with a click.
As her gun went off, more spies began firing.
From a certain point of view, the marksmanship they have practiced so hard is meaningless at this time.
Faced with so many monsters, even if we recruit some blind men and let them hold the gun and press the trigger to shoot straight ahead, they can undoubtedly put all the bullets on the monsters.
At the same time, the disposable scatter cannons opened fire.
The monster's torrent split in two as if it had hit a hard rock.
Thick smoke.
The smell of burning diesel.
And the terrifying smell of burnt flesh and blood stimulated the new spies who faced such a terrifying wave of monsters for the first time. They roared, selflessly increasing their power under this pressure.
One secret agent even awakened his source power because of this, and seemed to control the blood on the ground to form some kind of puppet similar to a skeleton to attack.
There are also secret agents who are unable to hide their abilities and reveal their ability to summon headwinds to delay the monster's impact as much as possible.
The ability of the Source Power Envoy can be substituted on the battlefield, but there is no power released by any kind of machinery with such high precision and high degree of freedom of control as the Source Power Envoy!
As the source power messengers used their abilities, the wave of monsters began to slow down about a hundred meters in front of the trench.
Cursed Blade also used its source power, although with some reservations.
What she exposed this time is the ability of the conversion system, which converts the source power into a phantom sword and shoots it, and explodes after hitting it. At the same time, she can also form a spell wall to push forward. The degree of integration of offense and defense is quite high, although it is a bit rough.
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"Are you ready?"
Curse Blade asked Gwen.
"I need some time." Gwen felt the gathering of energy and the lack of warm elements in the air.
"If we give it a little more time, we will have to abandon this trench immediately, which will reduce our income to 0, and then all the military money we spend will be in vain."
Gwen glanced at the Curse Blade angrily.
But since this was what he said, "I can try," he had to endure his patience and said, "What if you can create some heat on the battlefield?"
Curseblade got the answer.
She won't ask about the principle or anything else. She is the kind of person who will do it as long as she knows "it works."
She called the three spies and ordered: "Let the others throw Molotov cocktails."
“Didn’t get into the best distance…”
"Throw."
"good."
The spies greeted the lower level spies cleanly and threw out the Molotov cocktails they had in their hands.
This kind of burning bottle is made of a special kind of grease. Although the makers are unwilling to disclose it, according to some small reports and the gossip Gwen heard from the cat lamp, it should be a solid burning grease made from 'seal oil'.
It is a mixture of small shaking thunder powder and air-tight sealing. After being thrown out, it will spread up to a distance of six to eight meters after being broken. It can be said to be a very dangerous weapon.
A sea of fire soon started burning from about 12 to 13 meters outside the trench.
In the snow, the throwing distance is not ideal. In addition, the secret agents have not learned how to use throwing weapons, so it is very ridiculous. If it were in ancient wars, the hostile opponents would also laugh.
Ridiculous?
But it's enough for now.
Gwen does not require this ball of fire to burn among the enemies.
As long as it's burning it's fine.
Gwen listened to the sound of the burning flame and felt its warmth from a distance of more than ten meters.
Fire can burn or warm people. Fire can heal or punish.
A raging fire can destroy a civilized monument.
A small fire can also represent a civilization's transformation from living rough and drinking blood to enlightenment.
Gwen listened to the flames, and listened to the warmth describing endless stories. It told the story that the flames were one, and the will of all the flames was one.
He understood fire.
And a flame burned on his own source power.
He looked at the endless waves of monsters, but what he saw was water flooding the land. Fire never hated water, and water would not hate fire, but at this time it was the flame that should declare that it should have something in this snowy sky.
A place that should also be the time of fire for every traveler.
——Gwen, can you cause a fire?
He will now answer 'no problem'.
The source of power appeared with his breathing, and the source of power strengthened by White was constantly improving.
The skirt made of flames is hazy and not light.
Gwen held the lightsaber in one hand and pointed it toward the sky.
tumultuous!
The flames on the ground suddenly shot up dozens of meters high!
The steady stream of source power fueled the growth of the flame, and the flame gradually formed a dome in the sky, forming an object with a certain sacred feeling. The flame, which was almost beyond the imagination of ordinary source power users, condensed into a lake in the sky.
A secret agent rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Sokka?"
Her companion pinched her thigh and took a breath after hearing her scream: "I am super, Long Yan!"
Even the look in Curse Blade's eyes was wrong. He shook his lips and then uttered one word: "Secret Detective version of Dragon Flame?"
"I am super, dragon."
"I'm super hot."
Even the endless wave of monsters paused for a moment. This moment was enough for Gwen to activate her source power.
A specialized ability based on the Flame Eyed Bride's ability to "bring up flames". Gwen hid the shadow beast she cultivated from the source of her own devouring power in the flames, giving the invisible fire weight and form. Like water.
Shape.
"Fall, my flame."
Gwen declared in a low voice.
The next moment, like a blizzard, flames like a waterfall rushed down from the sky, roaring down with the unstoppable weight of hundreds of tons of liquid.
The ground was like a children's trampoline, and a surprisingly heavy adult jumped down.
The huge rumbling noise instantly covered the entire space.
Even the source force messengers had to cover their ears with both hands to prevent their eardrums from being shattered.
But this is superfluous.
The source of warmth attributes, even the sound is warm!
Gwen thought proudly.
In his mind, Long Gewen asked with a sinister smile.
——[Ouch, there is a snow girl there that you melted. Isn’t it too warm? And that big lobster, oh, why did the shell turn red? Could it be that it was roasted? No way?
It must be too warm, right?】
Gwen had nothing to do against Long Gwen. The opponent could no longer break away from the oil painting and could no longer use black cloth to punish him.
I can only get angry and shut up.
By the way, Gwen found that Mao Lan was more interested in selling his own face. If he asked for their help, as long as it did not violate Mao Lan's 1008 principles, they would give it a little thought. So he could also
Let the cat lights carry out targeted attacks...
However, it has no effect on Long Gwen, who will also float. As long as she drags the cat lanterns around for 2 seconds, the cat lanterns will meow tiredly and start to collapse on the ground and turn into cat liquid.
Gwen looked ahead.
The fire reaches the sky.
The sea of fire that overturned the world is still spreading, and the source of power is slowly recovering. The power of warmth fills Gwen's body, making the heart of the machine feel warm.
This scene has already made the spies begin to speculate:
"I bet he has at least 90% dragon flame blood quality!"
"96%, Long Yan was also a handsome man before!"
"99%, I'm afraid it's not super straight!"
It was the cursed blade that interrupted the speculation of the group of secret agents: "It's time for us to withdraw. Please thank Mr. Gwen. He bought us enough time to leave decently, and he also buried a batch of explosives decently.
Block another monster's attack. Block it twice. This credit is enough for us to gain enough profits in the future..."
She glanced at Gwen.
Upon hearing this, the secret agents quickly got ready.
Only then did Gwen feel a little bit of residual images in front of her eyes, and some dizziness came over her head.
——Too much energy was expended in one breath, and it was a bit overwhelming?
Then a scent of mint brought him back from the slight dizziness and nausea.
What was in front of him was the palm of Curse Blade's glove, which contained mints that were precious in Utopia.
Looked up.
Curse Blade's emotionless and empty smile was facing him:
"Take one pill, it will be good for your current condition."
"..."
Gwen accepted it and nodded:
"Um."
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Tomorrow, it looks like we can play Sandstone Town, meow!
