I!Get the Light of Inheritance system at the start

After a long night, Chen Yao glanced at the power of the stars, and the property panel of Wings of Light.

[Power of the stars: 1200/10000 (recover 300 points per minute)]

[Wings of Light: Tier 500 low-level 1100/1, (consumes 500 star power every minute it is turned on)]

"Well, it's okay. You can fly back after a few minutes. This time, you don't need it."

This night, he felt 85 original positions, and there are 170 positions left, which is halfway there, and the speed is faster than he expected.

Looking at the time, August 8th, Sunday, 4:9, tomorrow is the freshman entry competition, and then you can try this trick to see how effective it is.

Although I haven't practiced it yet, but with tonight's share, at least half of it has been practiced.

A few minutes later, the recovered star power is still enough for him to go back, and he can reach it in a few minutes at the fastest speed.

Spreading its wings, it flew up, and a large number of dead leaves scattered on the ground.

A flash of light moved quickly, leaving a perfect golden line in the clouds.

When he came to the upper floor of the hotel, he walked back to the room. He didn't want to see those old people on the first floor, they were too annoying, and they talked too much.

Back at the hotel, I lay on the bed and turned on the air conditioner and put on a thick quilt and fell asleep. Although it was quite comfortable, it was a world of difference compared to Mu Xuan's arms.
Nonsence!

What am I thinking?Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Fourth line of defense.

An officer's chamber made of solid metal.

A 40-year-old middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, and on the table were the battle documents of the area he managed.

His eyes stayed on this morning, the death report of the two recruits who had just joined the team, and the photo of their severed heads, as well as the hand that was holding their companion tightly.

The eyes under the dark circles were also bloodshot, and he rubbed his temples meaningfully, as if he refused to accept the result.

His weather-beaten, haggard face, and bloodshot melancholy pupils witnessed death again and again, failures and missteps again and again, which made him sleepless for a long time.

His subordinates and cronies left one by one, but there was nothing he could do. Every time he suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, he endured again and again.

On the verge of mental breakdown, he really wanted to rush to the enemy camp, if he could kill one, he would be liberated after death, how wonderful, how wonderful.

But he shouldered too many responsibilities, so to die like this is to be irresponsible to his subordinates, to the masses in the rear, and to the officers above him.

Liberty was gone, there was no time to relax, he was needed by this defensive force, and the commanders of other troops were almost like him.

In his heart, he began to fantasize about the end of the war, return to his family, and embrace the beautiful woman.
Boom boom boom!
A knock on the door interrupted his reverie, and he slapped himself hard.

Snapped!
There were bursts of burning pain on the face, and then wiped off the blood stains that had just flowed from the corner of the mouth. After stabilizing the mood, he said in a majestic tone: "Come in!"

A dark-skinned soldier with a short stature came in and loudly said: "Report! Seventh Army, three squadrons of nine soldiers were wiped out, and I was the only one left. Their heads were also cut off!"

After he finished his report, his eye sockets seemed to be reddened, his nose twitched a few times, and his eyes blinked a few times, as if he was enduring something.

The officer quickly stood up, looked directly at him, and said solemnly: "From now on, you, join the fourth class! Come on for the sacrifice of your companions and the Seven God Realm!"

The soldier had tears in his eyes, he swallowed, and after deliberating for a while, he said firmly, "Yes!"

The officer waved his hand and motioned him to go out. He knew that the other party couldn't bear it anymore. Everyone has a vulnerable side, just like he was still fantasizing just now.

The other party immediately turned around, closed the door and left, and then the tears could no longer be controlled. Nine companions died in front of him. Before they died, they told him to run quickly and live well.

Such a scene is vivid in his memory, and he will never forget it in this life. His clothes were wet with tears, he beat his legs frantically, and cursed in a low voice: "You trash, you trash, why are you so incompetent, why, why."

Her legs were bruised and swollen from the beating, tears dripped down on them uncontrollably, and she gritted her teeth to wipe away the tears.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

A responsibility fell silently on his shoulders. He tried to turn his grief into strength, but did he really get what he wanted?

Reality is always cruel, weak body, tiny strength, dreams that are wiped out again and again.

He ran all the way to the edge of the battlefield and roared: "You bitch Lve Ying! Get out, get out and fight, and watch if I don't kill you a thousand times!!"

However, only countless star attacks greeted him, and these flying attacks were enough to kill him thousands of times.

A major happened to see him running over impulsively, stretched out his hands, and formed a barrier to block the attack for him.

呲呲呲!
Bang bang bang!
Boom boom boom!
The attack hit the barrier, barely blocking the Xingchen's attack, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body weakened, and he roared.

"Nie Yuankai, get the hell out of me, hurry up!!"

He turned his head and saw the major who overused the stars, and he felt another wound in his heart.

Did I hurt my partner again?Why is it always like this, am I so worth what you pay?does it worth?
"Nie Yuankai! Come back quickly!!"

Having lost his mind, he ran back, his eyes were full of self-blame, the kind of self-blame to the extreme.

The major who saved his life had blood on his chin, slapped Nie Yuankai on the head, and cursed.

"Are you crazy? Your companion saved you, why are you so willing to risk your life? Go back to confinement for three days and punish you with copying military discipline 100 times!"

Nie Yuankai lowered his head in shame, followed the major to the door of the confinement room, went in consciously and closed the door, turned on the small light, and took out a pen and paper to copy the military discipline.

ten hours later.

Chen Yao woke up from the bed, as if he could feel the slightest breath of sadness coming from the front line, he closed his eyes and felt the incomparable sadness, incomparable grief, incomparable weakness.

Get out of bed, wash and change clothes, go out to the roof, spread your wings and fly into the air, looking at the fourth line of defense that is so far away that you can't see it.

Bian Qiang's will became more determined. One of the purposes of his coming here was to investigate clearly whether the Linyuan Church was established by Lve Yingren or the Seven God Realm.

Before that, he must have the qualifications and opportunities to meet the Seven Gods, otherwise the other party will simply ignore you.

Clenching his fists tightly, he looked at the stars in the sky as always. This time, he didn't lament the mysterious universe as usual.

Withdrawing his eyes and continuing to fly, he sat down cross-legged immediately after arriving at the scenic spot, and began to feel the original location.

The eyes are still firm, and the ambition is still huge.

"I don't want to, I'm so small and powerless."