Thanks to the remote communication adapter, even if Longyan is dozens of kilometers away in the Longyan Castle of the Fellowship, he can still summon the phantom to participate in the meeting between the rangers and the secret agent.
The user needs to have a source of power as strong as him.
His phantom made of flames was looking down at the intelligence map that the secret agent had explored.
The details made him wary of secret espionage.
Too detailed.
Even the approximate origin of the monsters is marked with small arrows.
"Theoretically, these monsters actually come from inside Utopia. It is said that the witch's source of power called magic eroded the carriages, causing several water storage carriages to explode, causing these creatures to slip out and be killed by a large group of ship-killing crabs
recruit…"
When the secret investigation scholar talked about his expertise, he told his guesses in a somewhat showy tone.
Long Yan could only listen in silence.
As a commander, he can no longer go up and give it a Sukkah as if he heard the annoying student saying, "Oh, I didn't do well in this exam, I feel like I can't even answer a question" when he was not the commander.
Punch.
endure.
Long Yan said to himself...
I need to endure this environment, listen to what they say, and get useful information from them.
Suddenly there was a violent fluctuation of source power in the distance.
A kind of warmth comes in this cold weather, and even the shadows can feel it...
Phantom noticed that the rangers and secret agent branch chiefs were looking at him at the same time.
Then he shouted angrily: "It's not me!"
These guys still had a hesitant expression on their faces before slowly looking towards the location where the source of power occurred.
How many kilometers away, maybe 3 to 4 kilometers?
The huge flames swallowed up the snowflakes from the sky as if they had conquered the blizzard, and fell heavily to the ground.
Kick-kick——
The cups and saucers on the table shook slightly.
Click——
Two or three pieces of teacups fell down and shattered into pieces on the ground.
At the same time, a ball of fire was instantly reflected in everyone's eyes.
"Hiss, it's such a big fire..."
Ranger Joe rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look at Long Yan, and asked as if he was concerned: "Captain Long Yan, are you okay? Are you using too much force? Alas, that's not the case.
It was you who did this, but ah, there was an envoy who looked a bit like you, a bit like you, who helped us delay for some time in a way that was a bit like you. I feel the same way, I feel the same way."
The head of the Ranger branch once encountered a verbal spirit curse. Anyone who uttered a curse word based on human subjective judgment would be beaten in the stomach. This curse lasted for more than half a month.
Therefore, I have accumulated this unpleasant tone of speech.
Long Yan said angrily again: "I didn't do it!"
Rumble, rumble——
A sound like a waterfall echoed from afar.
The branch ministers paused.
Qiao muttered to himself in a strange tone, as if he was recalling something: "It seems that the reason why Mr. Long Yan's ability is called Dragon Flame is, on the one hand, because only the legendary Dragon Fire can match it.
Power. On the other hand, it’s because of the characteristics like dragon’s breath. What is the characteristics of dragon’s breath?”
Another branch director clicked his tongue: "Like water? Well, when it invades the sky and falls high, it seems like, like a waterfall? Really?"
"I didn't do it." Long Yan emphasized again, this time a little unsure.
After a minute or two, a ranger came back with news.
"Gwen did it?"
Joe asked in surprise.
And a head of the secret investigation branch scratched his head: "Is he so powerful?"
The riddles of these people confused Yixie Ranger and Long Yan.
Long Yan had to use his power to shock them and draw their attention back: "Who is Gwen?"
"The Curse Blade Team... should be said to be the Curse Blade Division now, the people in her team."
A secret agent said that after seeing other people still frowning in memory, he pointed fingers and said: "It's the one with black hair and beautiful green eyes. He is relatively short and feels a little ignorant of the world.
, the hidden young man we call ‘the purdah lady who dug out the cursed blade from nowhere’.”
Too detailed.
Even Long Yan, who had only met him once, suddenly remembered him. That young man with a very warm and powerful energy about him.
"Very strong and has great potential."
Long Yan rarely wanted to comment, "It's even better than the last time I saw him."
A secret agent glanced at Long Yan curiously.
The secret agent vaguely remembered that Long Yan's personality tended to be taciturn. With his current lively personality, he felt that he was really interested in Gwen.
…
…
After retreating to the camp, Gwen was arranged to have a proper rest in the room.
Originally, he had no physical problems, and he felt a little uncomfortable just sitting there, but Cursed Blade said: "If you look so sick, I can help you get more rewards."
Gwen is honest.
Although pretending to be sick is not a good thing, it would be a good thing if you can get more rewards. In fact, it could not be better!
He just stayed in the room with peace of mind, waiting for the Cursed Blade to take credit for him.
A Mihira also got into the room. This guy didn't know where he heard about Gwen's great power on the front line, and the people outside sneaked in without noticing. Gwen was resting in the room.
It is a comfortable tent car with a large bed in the middle and wooden floors around it that you can walk on. It looks very comfortable.
In fact, the softness of the bed is also satisfying.
"How do you know about my performance on the front line?"
"Why do you think others don't know?" After Mihaila slipped in, she quickly took off her shoes, stretched out her little feet covered with foot socks that were still a little warm and moist, and stretched forward.
What a coincidence, isn't it?
Gwen's gun also stretched a little forward.
He adjusted his sitting posture, wrapped himself in the cup, and showed a thoughtful expression: "Why do you ask that?"
Although he was asking questions, his brain was not thinking about anything at all.
Empty than the brain of a cat lamp.
Mihayla trembled her lips, sat down on Gwen's legs, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "We are only a little more than two kilometers away from the front line. Your movement makes me feel like I can vaguely see smoke from more than ten kilometers away.
Make peace with the fire!"
He stretched out his hand and patted his calf gently, "Hey, I'm freezing to death. It's so cold even with the protection of my source power! It's so cold!"
"You want to put your feet under the covers to warm them?"
"Ah? Thank you..."
"Are you really serious?"
It's a pity that Gwen protected her own territory.
About half a minute passed.
Then he asked:
"What's going on now?"
"I don't know, anyway, Cursed Blade was still bragging for you when I came in..."
"I'm talking about the monster tide."
"Oh, that?" For this kind of thing, Mihaila didn't seem to care much. Her two little feet rubbed against each other, and the silk cloth on the side of the foot wrapped in the foot socks gave off a kind of itchy paw.
The sound of rubbing.
There was also the sound of the other person's smoothly manicured toenails gently scraping against the sheets.
The nails of the Lute and Wilgi grow very quickly, so trimming them from time to time has become a must for them.
"The monsters here are re-forming a wave, but while you are fighting the monster wave on the front line, on the other side, the northwest front has reached the last layer of defense. Fifteen monsters with large-scale damage have been urgently deployed.
The capable rangers and agents went together to provide support."
"Weren't you taken away?" Gwen asked curiously.
Mihaila hugged her knees, tilted her head, and her eyes curled up in laughter: "No, I am, well, I am a source of power without the ability to kill in a wide range."
"Liar."
Gwen said.
"I'm not lying." Mihayla took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hands, "I am a source of power without much combat power. My source of power is more auxiliary."
"To a certain extent, so do I."
Gwen tilted her head. The power of the princess with one eye of fire does have a strong auxiliary meaning at this stage. As an all-round ability, the main reason for being able to exert this kind of combat effectiveness is
Because he is already almighty enough on his own, not because the ability itself is powerful enough.
The same goes for Mihayla. The biggest reason why Mihayla has such a level of actual combat ability is because he is powerful enough.
"So will the collapse of the front over there affect our side?"
"Theoretically, it's not possible." Mihayla smiled carelessly, "In a sense, the more the other line of defense collapses, the more credit we have on our side."
Classic passing the blame to teammates.
However, this is also the source theory of many principles in the workplace. Whether you can protect this job does not depend on your work ability, but on whether your job can be replaced:
If so, then no matter how high your work level is, some people will use low-value work to squeeze you out, thereby making your job disappear;
If not, then even if you never grovel at work, those villains can't deprive you of a job even if they lick the boss's shoes. And after a job is deprived, you can quickly find someone in the market.
A new job for you, this is irreplaceable.
Examples of the former are most manual labor and most non-high-end mental labor.
The latter are generally art designers and business strategy planning teams.
Unfortunately, Gwen is still at a business level where he can be replaced at any time, which also means that he must work many times harder to achieve his current status.
"By the way, do you want some candy?"
Mihayla asked.
Speaking of candies, he thought of the mint candy that Curse Blade gave him. It must have been the most delicious candy he had ever tasted in Utopia.
"What candy?"
"Yakitaka."
Mihayla seems to have never lacked these strange items. Listening to Sparks' gossip, it seems that these are items sent to him by Mihayla's personal admirers.
Maybe I will soon have an admirer too.
Gwen's thoughts drifted to the Hometown train, and the gloomy alleys. Among the alleys, in the only clean space in the pit, there were some tributes to the mind flayers. Of course, most of them
Such offerings will be eaten by passing cat lights, but it is undeniable that the mind flayer also has many admirers. The admirers and admirers are like fans mailing gifts to their idols.
Gwen didn't go to get it.
Because those who give it to Gezi are not their own. It is bad enough just to occupy other people's names, occupying other people's names, bodies, and all the past and future. Although Sister Gezi has continued to repeatedly state,
"I don't care about this.", but Gwen still felt a deep sense of gratitude.
The taste of rockyaki sugar is a little bit salty, just like the kind of flavor that is sprinkled on barbecue to make honey-roasted pork.
It was so delicious that I almost ate a whole piece in one go.
…
As time went by, fatal flaws finally appeared in the defense lines of the Source Force Envoys.
This made Gwen, who was still pulled up by the cursed blade, breathe a sigh of relief.
The people in other positions also breathed a sigh of relief.
It was finally time to retreat.
The reason why they didn't retreat before was not because they had a strong sense of responsibility, but because they had an unparalleled sense of shame. Now, one team has escaped first. It won't look wrong to escape again when someone has already been embarrassed.
How shameful, that's what the Source Force Envoys think anyway.
The collapse of the front was expected. Although the front had collapsed, enough time had been bought.
Enough for the regular troops of Laoxiangren to play their role.
Under the massive artillery fire, even the endless tide of monsters could not move the front even a step.
Of course sacrifice is inevitable.
Even the tanks and armored vehicles provided by the authorities were in a damaged state. The ship-cutting crab was very powerful. The natural mission of this monster was to destroy large mechanical creations. After having enough manpower to attract targets, Gwen
Mihayla and Mihaila finally have a chance to kill the ship-killing crab
The two of them cooperated tacitly, and with the help of the curse blade, they killed two of them after putting in a certain amount of effort.
With such a performance, Gwen and Mihaila naturally gained enough face for Curse Blade, allowing her to make a louder voice in discussions with other branch heads!
…
After killing all day long, I still can't return to my hometown number.
Because the formation has been interrupted, and at the same time, the horrific killings caused by a large number of government weapons have turned the entire area into a ruins-like land.
Monsters are running rampant everywhere, gunpowder, shelling, source of power... Under constant bombardment, the terrain has been permanently changed.
Gwen had no choice but to gather a few rangers and two spies together with Mihayla, occupy a higher forest area, and garrison it, hoping that after most of the monsters were annihilated today, they would disperse.
