The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

After being pounced upon by the giant wolf, Mu Zhiming was surprised for a moment, but not panicked.

Is this the spiritual body of the dark sentinel?

Really different from ordinary people.

Arched body, terrifying sharp fangs, murderous green eyes, and a dangerous whistling sound from his throat, it seems that he will bite off Mu Zhiming's throat in the next second and tear him to pieces.

But the wolf didn't hurt Mu Zhiming right away, it just threw him down as a protective act because the sentinel's territory was violated.

The giant wolf seemed agitated for some reason. If you looked carefully, you could see a wound under the fur on its right front leg, which was bloody and festered with pus. The location of the injury was the same as that of the sentinel sitting on the chair. With a big mouth, sharp teeth rubbed against Mu Zhiming's fragile side neck, and did not hurt him, but there was some sharp pain that was so slight that it could almost be ignored.

At this moment, a big snow-white fluffy tail gently brushed the giant wolf's ears and cheeks.

The giant wolf suddenly turned his head to look.

It was a snow fox that looked very docile, its eyes were as blue as glass, and its whole body was as white as snow, without any color.

The giant wolf seemed to be attracted by the snow fox, and walked towards it slowly.

Xuehu took two steps back, Julang followed two steps, and left Mu Zhiming.

The giant wolf leaned down, looked at the snow fox vigilantly, got closer and closer, and finally rubbed its face against the snow fox's neck and sniffed it.

The snow fox obediently did not move and let the giant wolf rub against it. After the giant wolf relaxed its vigilance and calmed down, the snow fox stretched out its pink tongue and first licked the fur on the wolf's back. Lick it down until it touches the injured right front leg of the giant wolf.

On the other side, Mu Zhiming also stood up.

He rubbed his sore elbow from the fall, and walked in front of the dark sentinel.

The Dark Sentinel didn't move. He lowered his head, his eyes were dim, and a shadow fell on his eyelids.

If he could not detect his slight breathing, it would really be like a silent stone sculpture, lifeless.

Mu Zhiming squatted down in front of the sentinel, put his hand lightly on his wrist, and looked up at him.

He is really a handsome and handsome man, but his face is as pale as paper, his thin lips are bloodless, and his eyes are hollow like a walking dead.

Mu Zhiming held his breath and released his spiritual tactile thread to try to enter the consciousness of the sentinel in front of him, but his psychic tactile thread was blocked by a tall, dark wall with no gaps, no matter how hard he tried, he hit a wall.

The sentinel was clearly on the verge of mental collapse, yet he was able to build such a solid barrier of consciousness.

Truly a Dark Sentinel.

But why, why is he unwilling to accept the guide's spiritual counseling?

Mu Zhiming held the hand of the person in front of him, feeling as cold as ice.

He tried to talk to the sentry: "Don't hold on, it's fine, relax, you can try to rely on me, I will cure you."

"If you continue like this, you will die."

"You are safe, this is not space, your mission is over."

There was no response, and a drop of ink fell into the sea, and was instantly washed away by the waves, leaving no trace.

Mu Zhiming hesitated.

Then he made a very bold decision.

He released his guide element.

A touch of wizard element can appease the restless Sentinel.

But the sentinel in front of him was not irritable, on the contrary, he was like a pool of stagnant water.

So Mu Zhiming didn't know if it would be useful for him to do so.

But he wanted to give it a try.

The faint fragrance of white tea is as fresh as the air after the rain, wrapping around the two of them gently.

The giant wolf who was snuggling with the snow fox at the side suddenly got excited and raised his head.

At the same time, the sentinel in front of Mu Zhiming finally reacted, his eyes focused on Mu Zhiming.

In an instant, a gap appeared in the tall black wall.

Mu Zhiming's spiritual thread seized the opportunity and immediately entered the consciousness of the sentry in front of him.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Mu Zhiming closed his eyes and opened them again, and found himself in the middle of a battleship.

Before he could see the scenery in front of him clearly, great fear and pain overwhelmed him in an instant.

The guide's ability to resonate with emotions was extremely strong, and Mu Zhiming was tormented by despair and grief and fell directly to the ground. He suppressed the screams in his throat, looked up, and found that the warship was crumbling, and the console issued out-of-control alarms and With a dazzling red light, the cold and boundless space can be seen directly ahead.

What made Mu Zhiming's hair stand on end instantly was that there were all kinds of damaged warships and...

Human remains.

Suddenly someone grabbed Mu Zhiming's ankle.

Mu Zhiming couldn't breathe well, so he turned his head to look.

A man covered in blood and flesh, with half of his skin burned, stared in terrified eyes, and let out a whooping sound of being unable to breathe.

He groaned and tried his best to ask for help: "Help me, save me..."

Mu Zhiming closed his eyes, resisting the despair that almost drove him crazy, withdrew his mental tactile thread abruptly, and withdrew from the sentry's consciousness.

Mu Zhiming leaned back, sitting on the floor of the quiet room, panting heavily.

He wiped the cold sweat off his chin with the back of his hand, and took a long time to recover before he found that the communicator hanging on the wall of the quiet room was on.

Mu Zhiming stood up with his knees propped up, walked to the communicator to answer the phone.

General Wei Lingyun's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Colonel Mu, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Mu Zhiming exhaled, he turned and looked at the dark sentinel sitting silently on the chair, "Admiral, I found something."

Wei Lingyun: "What?"

Mu Zhiming: "This dark sentinel built his own consciousness barrier, not because he was rejecting the spiritual counseling of the guides, but to protect those guides."

Wei Lingyun: "?!"

Mu Zhiming: "He is trapped in his own mental landscape and cannot escape. Once a guide guides him, he will be pulled into his mental landscape unconsciously and tortured by the negative emotions in his mental landscape. The guide is a little weaker and is extremely prone to insanity, so he would rather have a mental breakdown than hurt others."

Wei Lingyun: "It turned out to be like this..."

Mu Zhiming said solemnly: "He is a great sentinel."

Wei Lingyun: "I have understood the situation, Colonel Mu, please come out of the quiet room first, and let's discuss the treatment strategy."

"No." Mu Zhiming said into the phone, "I have a countermeasure, I want to try it, General Wei, time is running out, I will talk to you later."

Mu Zhiming put down the communicator and walked back to the sentinel.

The giant wolf noticed something, raised its claws and walked towards Mu Zhiming.

The snow fox ran up to the giant wolf, looked at it with sea blue eyes, let out a coquettish whimper, leaned over and rubbed its wet nose against the giant wolf's nose, and licked its cheek flatteringly with its soft tongue.

The giant wolf no longer pays attention to Mu Zhiming, throws the snow fox to the ground, nibbles its ears, and plays with it.

Mu Zhiming squatted down in front of the sentinel again, held his hands, took a deep breath, released his spiritual tentacles, and re-entered his consciousness.

Sure enough, Mu Zhiming just entered his consciousness and was immediately pulled into his mental image.

This time Mu Zhiming was mentally prepared and opened his own barrier in the sentinel's mental image.

Opening barriers in other people's mental images is an extremely difficult task in itself, and many S-level guides cannot do it.

Not to mention opening a barrier in the mental image of a Dark Sentinel.

Mu Zhiming is likely to be attacked by his consciousness, causing irreversible brain damage

But now, Mu Zhiming can't take care of so much anymore, saving people is the most important thing.

Mu Zhiming opened his eyes, it was still a dilapidated and out-of-control warship, and it was still a terrifying scene of a sea of ​​blood.

But because of the opening of the barrier, Mu Zhiming was not affected by the pain this time.

Fortunately for Mu Zhiming, he was not attacked either.

The Sentinel's instincts were extraordinarily tolerant of him.

Mu Zhiming looked around and found the person he was looking for.

The Dark Sentinel was carrying a Sentinel into the medical room who was blistered and crippled by the radiation from the planetary explosion.

"Live!" The Dark Sentinel growled with bloodshot eyes.

He kept saving people.

But he saved one and killed one.

His teammates who fought side by side died in a horrific state before his eyes and beside him.

There was nothing he could do.

He can't save anyone.

He promised them that he would bring them back to Jinxing intact and in front of their families.

But they were all dead, in this icy space in a dilapidated state.

At this moment, someone suddenly grabbed his hand that was covered in tissue fluid, blood and even pieces of flesh.

Gu Heyan was stunned and looked up.

"It's over." Mu Zhiming said, with tears in his eyes, he said softly, "It's all over."

"It's not over, they're still alive..." Gu Heyan murmured absentmindedly, wanting to turn his head to look around.

Mu Zhiming stretched out his hands and held his face, so that he could only look at himself, and could no longer see corpses, wreckage, damaged battleships, and silent space.

Mu Zhiming: "You can rest now, come with me."

He released the mental tentacles, gently stroking the consciousness of the already exhausted sentinel, and cleared away the negative emotions in his head.

Mu Zhiming: "Let's go."

Gu Heyan: "Where are you going?"

Mu Zhiming: "Go home."

In the silent room, Mu Zhiming half-kneeled in front of the chair, supported the Dark Sentinel's forehead against his shoulders, and wrapped his hands around his broad arms.

The dark sentinel's stiff body gradually relaxed, and he fainted in Mu Zhiming's arms as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.