Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 291 The fog is heavy
Dozens of figures quietly scattered into a sealed off uninhabited town.

The number of people was 32, and this was the first time there were so many humans in this town after the New Year.

"The 'Holy Grail' team has completed the construction of the enchantment base. The left-wing commander and assistant 'Judgment' has started area planning. All teams, start the second hand of the magic circuit, 10, 6, 3. Finished, all right, Inform the adjutant to act according to the scheduled time."

The "magic circuit" second hand is a magician's unique timing method. Compared with mechanical clocks that need to be seen with eyes, the timing method that directly acts on the magic circuit is more convenient and more accurate in battle.

There was no confusion among the magicians scattered in echelons.Their style is more like an army than a magician.The true identity of this self-excluded, personalityless group is a combat unit directly under the Law and Political Section of the Magic Association. Its name is the CLONE Brigade.

"The hierarchical isolation barrier structure is completed, and it can be activated half an hour after the area is divided. If you want to destroy this land, it can start in an hour."

The adjutant "Chariot" who controlled the brigade asked for instructions from the communication spell - whether to search in sections and destroy them one by one; or to destroy them together with the land without any fighting.

The former takes less time and the latter is more secure.

"Two kinds at the same time. Let 'Judgment' complete the division as soon as possible, the 'Sword' team and the 'Star Coin' team will immediately investigate the surrounding area, the 'Scepter' team will continue to prepare to destroy the magic, the 'Holy Grail' team will release the familiar, and then Standby."

A series of commands came from the headset.

"Captain, isn't this too radical?" "Chariot" was a little confused.

"Are you aggressive? But I don't think that's enough. The enemy hasn't made any moves so far. It's too abnormal. We must find out what they are planning as soon as possible."

"Yes, captain—the whole team obeys orders and speeds up the progress!"

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In a small building in the center of the town, a handsome young man in a fine attire opened his bright red eyes and said to himself:

"Did it really come? A puppy raised by Bathermelo."

The young man's eyes ignored the limitation of distance, looking at the three teams scattered in the small town.

"This arrangement, segmental search and wide-area annihilation are carried out at the same time. It is more radical than I expected. Is the commander of the Clone brigade lacking in wisdom and not suspecting it? Or does he have other plans?"

After thinking for a while, but did not get an answer, the young man shook his head and stopped thinking about insignificant details.

"No matter which one it is, it can't change the ending of your destruction tonight. The plan remains the same, the first team, the second team, and the third team, you go to attract the attention of the magicians. You don't need to cause much damage to the enemy, as long as you hold them back them, don't let them go."

Dense red dots lit up in the corner of the house. They were pairs of eyes, the eyes of vampires.

In the next second, all the doors and windows opened at the same time, and the densely packed red dots split into three streams and scattered out.

After dozens of seconds, the huge room regained its calm.

The young man continued to cast his eyes into the distance, and his originally tense expression gradually relaxed.The white palm was tightly clenched, and when it was released again, a strange white mist appeared in the young man's hand.

"Stupid Clone Squad, you would never have imagined that the barrier we set up to block us would in turn plunge you into the abyss!"

The night wind blew past, blowing away the white mist in the youth's hands.

Soon, a veil-like mist enveloped the entire uninhabited town, just like it did a few months ago.

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A qualified commander will not ignore any disturbance on the battlefield, and "Chariot" is such a commander.Although he is not good at conspiracy and calculation, he has a very keen sense of the battlefield.

As soon as the mist appeared, he gave the order "be careful of the mist" like a conditional launch.

However, after the order was issued, no feedback was received from the cadres, not a single one.

"No, this mist can interfere with the communication technique."

"Chariot" immediately judged the usefulness of the fog, but he didn't panic because there were more than one means of communication between the Clone brigade.He took out a walkie-talkie from his tactical backpack, and a familiar voice came out of the receiver amidst a slight "Zi La".

"Attention all, all attention, the composition of the mist has been identified, it is the remnant of the spirit of 'Varzia Night', the effect is to interfere with long-distance magic."

"'Chariot' received, 'Chariot' received, please switch the technology and equipment, please switch the technology and equipment." "Chariot" gave the order while praising his captain in his heart.

Before heading to Italy, he specially asked the Bathmelo family to obtain a batch of individual equipment used by the British Royal Special Forces to arm his subordinates.At the beginning, everyone didn't understand, thinking that what's the use of this thing besides increasing the load?Now, everyone understands.

The deep-rooted traditional thinking on the mysterious side has caused the entire mysterious world to ignore the advancement of technology. This is true for magicians, and even more so for the dead disciples of the immortal species.They tend to take precautions against all kinds of mysteries, but ignore all kinds of high-tech equipment.

The communication technique was interfered?That's ok, there's still radio.

The detection technique was interfered?It doesn't matter, there is also individual radar.

If you have the ability, you can create electromagnetic interference?

With the assistance of modern warfare equipment, the Clone Brigade was not affected by the fog, and continued to carry out its tasks step by step.

"This is the 'Judgment', found traces of the Dead Apostles, please instruct."

"Here is the 'Hermit'. I also found traces of the Dead Apostles. They are all low-level miscellaneous fish. No high-level Dead Apostles have been found yet."

"Here is the 'King'."

Hearing the reports from the cadres, "Chariot" let out a soft snort: "Finally can't help it? Except for the 'Scepter' team, the others will start hunting in teams, and we can't let a single Dead Apostle go! That' Bai Yu'keep it for me, I will wring his head off with my own hands!"

"As ordered!"

The hunting operation of the Clone Brigade has officially begun!
In less than 5 minutes, more than ten low-level dead disciples were destroyed by various magic.

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There was an unconcealable astonishment on the face of the young man in white.

"How about using those vulgar things, the glory of the magician they admire?"

After the astonishment, there was great anger!
"Damn Clone Brigade, wouldn't it be good to just step into the trap honestly? You must struggle to the death! Well, since you like to kill, then kill it to your heart's content. Anyway, it's just cannon fodder, and a batch of dead can quickly create The next batch. As a price, I will let you suffer so much that life would be worse than death!"

The moment the voice fell, a feather appeared in the young man's hand. It was pure white and glowed in the dark, like the legendary angel's feather.

This is the origin of his name "White Feather", and it is also the most precious token given to him by his father.

(End of this chapter)