Cold Star Blade

The next day, Black and Black searched for a long time in the city, and finally found a target of Masonic assistance—the Fusha family.

The one who opened the door was a petite and thin young man, clean-looking, as beautiful as a white porcelain doll, about fifteen or sixteen years old. At this age, Alphas like Ernie have already revealed male characteristics, but Omega is still in the gender-ambiguous stage. , The baggy shirt and the big trousers with thick trouser legs are obviously not suitable.

Black checked the information, and after explaining to him the purpose of coming, the boy nodded vigilantly, fixed his eyes on the marshal dressed in women's clothes quickly, made a defensive gesture, and said, "Are you all Alpha?"

Spring and summer in the standard calendar are the peak estrus period for Omega, and they are highly sensitive and vigilant to unfamiliar Alphas, which is a physiological period response.

Blake said, "She is, I'm not."

Alpha's breath obviously made the young man very unhappy, he frowned hard, his whole body seemed to be frothing.

The marshal said, "I'll stay outside."

Blake followed the boy into the house.This area is full of slums. Although the dungeons here are almost all refugees, the boy belongs to the lowest level among them, and the house is at best a little bigger than the one where Black and the others live.

The boy asked Black to sit at the dining table and wait. Since the room had a good view, Black saw a man with a scruffy beard lying on the bed by the wall. He had golden brown curly hair that grew past his shoulders, and his complexion was pale. He could still see a little handsomeness. Contour, but was tormented by the illness like a living dead, but he was still holding his breath.

According to the information on the data, this man is called Viking, and he was also a contract envoy of the Angel Freemasonry in the past.They call the members who do aid work "burning lamps", which means "lighting the lamp of life for others".

Ever since Viking had an accident at work and was paralyzed half of his body, his life became more and more destitute. The Freemasons took into account that he had made a lot of contributions, so they sent Blake and the others to help him.

The boy's name is Fusha, and he is Viking's legal partner, and it is his application for assistance to the Freemasonry.

Fusha quickly changed into a hunting outfit. The tight clothes clearly outlined his slender body. He carried a deformable telescopic metal round stick on his back, and covered his face with a cloth, making his exposed eyes seem brighter and sharper. .

Blake was slightly taken aback, that metal round rod was not an ordinary thing.

The boy asked Blake, "Do you have any weapons?"

Black smiled and said, "Yes, we are ready to come."

Fusha nodded: "Anything may happen in the paddock. If you and your companions are in danger, I will not take the risk of putting myself in it for you."

Black nodded and said: "I know, this is the rule of the Freemasonry, and our lives are only in the custody of ourselves."

Viking suddenly made a hoarse voice, as if he was struggling to speak: "Don't go...don't worry about me..."

Fusha walked over, leaned over and held Viking's face very tenderly and tenderly, and lightly touched his lips: "I will definitely cure you."

Most Omegas are long-lasting, especially after being marked, they are unwilling to break up the relationship and leave their partners unless they die.Therefore, being abandoned by their partners is extremely painful for them, and life is worse than death.

If the Alphas of the empire died in battle, more than half of the Omega companions would die in love.This is why in everyone's eyes, Omega always needs care and love.

But Blake felt something strange.

He didn't ask questions immediately, Fusha turned around, threw a bag of things to Black, picked up another bag himself, and went out without saying a word.

Omega usually gives people the feeling of restraint and restraint, even alienation and indifference.

It is rare to have such a decisive and straightforward character.

The paddock is an area in the wilderness of the west of the planet, also known as the "hunting ground".Viking used to be an excellent witcher, ranking among the top five among Freemasons.Whether Fusha is a hunter or not is not mentioned in the materials of the Freemasonry. An Omega can hunt, which is shocking enough.Blake thought that he applied for help from the Freemasons to help him hunt, but he didn't expect him to go into battle himself.

Moreover, the technology is skilled and sophisticated.

Both Black and Marshal are not very familiar with Tanlangxing, and they follow Fusha's command the whole time.

Fusha seems to know the paddock well. They spread the bait in the bag to a specific place, and then relying on Fusha's experience, they used some things to disguise themselves and waited for the rabbit in a safe place.

Fusha said that this kind of waiting often takes a long time. You must hide yourself like a sniper, calm down, wait for the prey to approach, observe, and then wait for the opportunity to make a quick decision.

There are many ferocious and ferocious wild beasts in the paddock, most of which are thick-skinned and invulnerable, and if one accidentally attracts too many, they will be torn to pieces and eaten by them.

Fusha explained that they only need to hunt anchovies, and if others are attracted, Black and the marshal will be responsible for leading them away.

Black disagreed with this strategy: "If we all leave you and a beast comes to attack you, can you handle it alone?"

Almost half of his body buried in the yellow sand is like a golden cheetah quietly waiting for its prey, with a tense arc on its back, saying: "I have been surviving in an environment full of wild animals since I was four years old. One word is my companion."

Although this sounds cool, Black still wants to remind the next boy: "As long as there are Alpha and Beta, it is not an Omega's turn to take risks."

Fusha said contemptuously: "If this is really the case, I won't be reduced to this point."

"Well……"

They waited from noon until the sun set, and then the stars climbed overhead, and the temperature difference between day and night on the surface of the planet was so great that Blake was almost numb from the cold, while the floating sand remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the place where the bait was sprinkled.

Black couldn't help but deeply admire this Omega boy, wondering what he has gone through to become so tough and powerful.

At this time, a huge black shadow faintly loomed from the sand dunes in the distance. The silhouette of that black shadow was particularly ferocious, and its body was covered with spike-like things. A pair of pupils were like blood-colored sunsets in the dark night.

For the inexperienced Blake, he couldn't see the appearance of the giant monster at all, but Fusha said: "It's a crested beast, don't move, and pay attention to whether there are any companions around it. If so, use the communicator to tell Me, if there are more than two, we must give up our prey and evacuate quickly. If there are other smaller beasts approaching, and there are not many of them, you two will kill them."

The phoenix-tailed beast lingered near the bait for a while, and finally seemed to let go of its vigilance, leaned over to the bait, and crawled down to enjoy it slowly.

At this moment, Fusha rushed out like a mature wild leopard like a shadow.

And Blake saw that he pulled out the round stick behind his back, and quickly under several flashes of purple light, two-thirds of the stick transformed into a long electric light blade, and thin purple lightning bolts flowed on the surface of the thin and delicate metal blade.

This is a light demon weapon, and Fusha is also a demon hunter!

In the dark night, several icy purple lights lit up, followed by the neighing of beasts resounding across the wilderness, silver and white arcs flashed alternately, and electromagnetic sounds exploded from time to time, as if Fusha was fighting with a phoenix-tailed beast.

His thin body is not at all inferior, and he seems to be able to do a job with ease.

Black saw several black shadows jumping out of the sand dunes. Surprisingly, those shadows were not wild beasts, but well-armed humans.

They rushed towards the floating sand and the phoenix-tailed beast quickly. A projectile gun fired a spinner into the air, and with a loud bang, a huge chain net was opened, and six fixed poles were inserted into the sand in six directions, trapping the phoenix-tailed beast in the net. .

With a bang, Fusha fell off the Phoenix-tailed Beast's back, seemed to be injured, and fell to the ground without getting up.

Black and the marshal rushed out at the same time, in two different directions.The marshal quickly knocked down a few of them with a gun, and Black rushed to the side of the floating sand.

A tall and strong armed man was about to pick up Fusha when he suddenly felt Black approaching, turned around and raised his gun at him.

Black kicked the gun away, the opponent screamed in pain and fell back a few steps, and then tried to pull out another gun, Black pulled out the pistol hidden inside the arm, pierced the opponent's wrist with a knife, and knocked the opponent to the ground.Before the man could utter a scream, he removed his mask and slapped him until he passed out.

Black glanced briefly at the face, which had an all-seeing eye in the middle of its forehead.

—is a distorted sun with an eye in it.

Then, he came to Fusha.

Fusha supported one shoulder, gritted his teeth and managed to get up. When Black approached, he took half a step back and whispered, "I'm fine! Don't let that anchovies get away!"

It seemed that the anchovies were very important to Fusha, and Black saw that the young man was a little bit repelling his approach, so he turned to subdue the anchovy that was engulfed in a net and became violent.

Hunt and kill large beasts, fight with mechas, or fight with Luo Ze and others with very different skills.Different ferocious beasts have different characteristics, and the countermeasures rely on the hunter's intuition and experience, especially ferocious beasts with hard leather armor, ordinary hunters dare not provoke them, only demon hunters can fight against them.

Black dare not say that he is more handy than Fusha.

After the phoenix-tailed beast was stimulated, it crazily swung its huge body, shaking the ground unceasingly, and stomped on the wind and sand all over the sky with its thick four hooves. Under the extremely bad vision, it suddenly saw three long tails full of iron teeth. Roll toward Black from three directions.

The inexperienced Black was quickly wrapped around his body by a thorn tail and thrown into the air.

The weapons on his body couldn't hurt the Pteris fur at all.

At this time, the marshal fiercely displayed Alpha's explosive power, knocking down all the armed men with such force, and rushed to support Black.

He shot continuously at the side neck of the anchovies. Under the effect of several anesthesia bullets, the giant beast finally became exhausted and let go of its tail.

Black, who fell from a high altitude, fell impartially into the arms that the marshal had arranged in advance.

Blake: "...Thank you."

The marshal said kindly, "You're welcome."

Black was stabbed in several places by the phoenix tail thorn, and the marshal said again: "Is it okay for you to be injured?"

Black rolled to the ground in all sorts of messes, heaved a sigh of relief, and showed a relaxed smile: "It's all scratches. The floating sand seems to be—"

Halfway through the conversation, Fusha slowly walked over, glanced at him, sighed, and said, "You don't seem to be a hunter."

"Ahem!" Blake raised his hand to his lips shamelessly, cleared his throat, and said cheekily, "It's fine if my wife knows it."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Fusha's mouth, and he muttered, "So he's a softie."

Black quickly changed the subject: "Are these people going to sneak attack you? Or grab prey?"

"They are all." Fusha turned around, picked up an armed man, and cut open the clothes on the man's arm with a knife, revealing a tattoo of a beast's head on the exposed skin, "They specialize in ambushing and attacking solitary hunters and taking the opportunity to rob prey. Maybe I've been stalked for a long time, and they know I'll come here alone to hunt."

Blake put his hands on the ground, sat up, and asked, "Who is it?"

"The headhunters of the Colosseum of the Sun." Fusha said, "Weijing was tricked by them." He turned to walk towards the Pteris, halfway there, but suddenly knelt down with his body shaking.

Black stopped the marshal and came to Fusha with a vague premonition.

I saw the young man bowing his head and gasping for breath, wrapping his hands tightly around himself, a faint fragrance wafted in the air, making people feel dazed when they smelled it.

"Don't...don't come here..." His body trembled violently, and his voice was full of natural temptation, which seemed to be both painful and urgent.

After persisting for a few seconds, the young man seemed to be unable to control himself and grabbed Black's hand, took the initiative to stick it, and fell into his arms: "I...I...I can't do it..."

The teenager's consciousness seemed to collapse in an instant, his soft and painful face was crazily wet with sweat, and he shyly covered his legs with his hands, as if restraining himself very hard, a broken voice came out of his mouth: "I... want..."

Black took off his coat to wrap the boy around, picked him up, and turned around, only to see the Marshal still standing calmly one meter away, saying, "He doesn't seem to be in heat naturally."