my god is from hell

Mino star.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, the broken guns and broken halberds were scorched black by the sparks from the bullets, and the huge potholes still emitted steaming heat.

"Don't go any further! Back off!"

Zhao Wen pulled back the teammate who was deep in the polluter's team in front, his blood-stained side face was solemn, his ten fingers burst out with veins, and he snatched two teammates who were almost cut by the laser knife from the knife edge.

He also didn't expect that there would be an army of polluters who would quietly land on Mino without alerting the starship patrols, resulting in insufficient ground defenses, and the situation would fall to the polluters.

And when the star fleet received the news, it was already entangled by the polluter's fleet, unable to support the ground battle, and could only be resolved by the army on Mino.

Mino star is the most important stronghold among the several lines of defense around Chihai star. Once it is captured by the polluters, the opponent is very likely to take the opportunity to cut off several border lines in one fell swoop, and the entire Chihai line of defense is in jeopardy.

Zhao Wen knew this in his heart, so even though he was exhausted, he never took a step back.

"Captain! I can continue!"

The younger boy's eyes were already bloodshot, and he clenched his fingers vigorously. The huge black hole pulled dozens of polluters in front of him into the dark and lightless underworld, and they could never return.

But at the same time, a companion beside him was also shot by the particle gun and fell down quickly. Before the light from the healing technique had time to cover his whole body, the other party had already lost his breath.

The boy roared in pain, and wanted to continue to move forward, but was almost cut on the left side by a long knife. Looking up, he saw a man in the uniform of the polluter army holding a big knife and looking at him coldly. He came hacking.

"Xiao Yuan, come back!"

When Zhao Wen saw that man, his expression changed suddenly. He wanted to pull Xiao Yuan back, but he was still a step too late.

The ancient sword fell ruthlessly——

"Little Yuan!"

Zhao Wen's eyes were about to burst.

There was a "clang" sound, which was the sound of the metal gun barrel colliding with the silver steel blade, and the sparks scorched Xiao Yuan's cheek.

Xiao Yuan held his breath and rolled his eyes stiffly downwards.

A few millimeters away from his neck, the quaint broadsword was held tightly by the exquisite silver particle gun, and the blade even scratched long dark gray scratches on the barrel.

"How long will you be in a daze?" A cool voice came from behind him.

There was a little impatient dislike in that voice, and the contempt in his tone could hardly be concealed, but it sounded like the sounds of nature to Xiao Yuan.

He didn't dare to turn his head at all, and he didn't even know that the magic spell in his hand had been extinguished. He just stood there blankly, swallowed and said, "I...I dare not..."

Before Xiao Yuan could finish speaking, the barrel of the gun holding the broadsword moved abruptly.

The big knife almost immediately pressed down half an inch, and Xiao Yuan could even feel the coolness from the cold knife surface on his cheek.

"Big, boss... don't let go..."

There was a "bang" gunshot, and a polluter who was trying to attack opened his eyes wide, with a big hole between his eyebrows, and fell down in disbelief.

"Little Yuan!"

Zhao Wen finally arrived at this time. Just now he exclaimed because he saw that besides the man with the big knife, there was another polluter preparing to attack in the dark.

Just as he was about to use his magical technique, the knife-wielding man saw that there was nothing he could do, so he immediately blended into the crowd behind him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yan Qing took a look, but did not catch up.

"team leader……"

Xiao Yuan's voice trembled, and there was a cry in his voice, and he didn't feel afraid until now.

He is also just a young man in his early twenties, and he is not afraid of death when he is hot-blooded. When he calms down, he suddenly realizes that he still has so many things to do. How can he despise his life at will for a moment of enthusiasm?

"Let you be impulsive! You almost lost your life for nothing!" Zhao Wenhong punched Xiao Yuan's shoulder hard with his eyes, then looked at the long-haired man who saved Xiao Yuan's life, and said gratefully: "Thank you for saving my life!" What do we call brothers?"

Looking at the smiling face mask on the other party's face, Zhao Wen vaguely felt that the act of wearing a mask was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"No. Just call me... a smiling face."

The voice of the smiling face mask is very special, with a hint of softness like dependence in the coolness, which makes people feel extra soft in their hearts.

Zhao Wen's tone softened inexplicably, and he tentatively said, "Smiley Your Excellency, if you don't have any companions, would you like to join our team..."

Seeing that there were no teammates around him, Zhao Wen thought he was an angel who was alone, and wanted to invite him into his team of angels, so that one more person would give him more power.

But before the other party could speak, a man with a gold-purple watercolor mask came out from behind with a sword, holding the smiling mask behind him with a stern posture, showing a faint guarding posture.

"He has a team."

The gold-purple watercolor mask opened his mouth coldly, the silver long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and there was a chilly aura lingering around him, which made people feel chills after watching it for a long time.

Zhao Wen was first startled by the mask with a strong visual impact, and then sensed the warning in the words of the golden purple mask, and quickly said: "I have no other intentions, I just want to make friends..."

"He has friends! Let the uncle's kindness be left to others~"

A nasty female voice with a clear tone sounded after Zhao Wen, followed by the subtle crackling sound of flames burning the body's clothing.

Zhao Wenxun looked around, and saw a little girl about ten years old wearing a grimace mask. The two demon horns on the mask were slightly raised, as bright as the flames of red paint splashed wantonly.

Although she was short in stature, raising her hand a little bit was a wall of raging fire, burning out a large uninhabited area.

In addition to the little girl, there were several masked people on the battlefield at some point. Their movements were crisp and clear, and their killing gestures could be described as freehand.

After several people joined in, the situation that was faintly below turned around visibly with the naked eye, and the eyes of everyone on the field could not help but be attracted by them.

Zhao Wen glanced at the uniform white combat uniforms and red roses of several people. He felt that the configuration of mask roses looked familiar, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen them.

Where did you read it?

"The Thorn Rose... Rose College?!"

Someone on the battlefield screamed.

Isn't the rose on the chest and the mask on the face the standard configuration of the Rose Academy?

Just looking at the body shape under the mask, these people still look like 20-year-old boys, and there is even a minor child who appeared on the fringe battlefield, which is really shocking.

But this is not the time to discuss the anecdotes of the Rose Academy. Under the tense battle situation, everyone had to put all their energy into the battle, but their eyes were still involuntarily attracted by these boys and girls in white clothes.

That blond boy with a golden purple mask was holding a long silver sword in his hand, and he saw blood seal his throat wherever he went.

Although the girl with the grimace mask was short in stature, her magical powers were terrifying. Under the raging fire, the polluters were reduced to ashes, not even a piece of clothes remained.

The spider threads of the blue mechanical mask twisted off the heads of the polluters as easily as cutting tofu, and the body of the white tattoo-free mask shuttled like a ghost, harvesting the lives of a large number of polluters while elusive.

The scariest thing was the man with the red cheeks and the smiling face mask, with a friendly and cute New Year picture baby face on his face. Flowers fell everywhere he passed, and he didn't even need to move his hands. The surroundings were full of screams.

The entire battlefield seemed to be a magic show of these people, and even the polluters started to walk around them.

Zhao Wen and the others wiped their faces, they were all divine envoys, why is there such a big difference?

Because of the arrival of Yan Qing and the others, the situation in the P6 theater has been completely reversed. No matter which college these people are from, it is right to save their lives. So after the battle broke down for a while, Zhao Wen took the initiative to shake hands with them. hands.

"Zhao Wen, the captain of the Fengqi team, assists in the battle, has a firm heart and micro-control in the field of God's Fall."

Zhao Wen's introduction was very formal. He not only introduced the name of the team, but also introduced his own field of descent. He was very sincere to them.

Zuo Luoxing, who was wearing a Jinzi mask, glanced at the few people who were obviously unwilling to take the lead, and stood up to shake hands with Zhao Wen: "Jinzi, the leader of the Rose Academy team, has not yet comprehended the core magic."

The reason why we still say the name of the academy is because although everyone has formed a fixed team, none of them have comprehended the core magic arts, so they have not determined the official name. Moreover, although Zuo Luoxing considers himself the captain, he is actually not good at commanding the team. Just stand up and call the shots for the time being.

Zhao Wen didn't question the name of the team, but was surprised for a moment when he heard that Zuo Luoxing hadn't comprehended the core divine arts yet: "You haven't comprehended the core divine arts yet?"

It's so fierce without comprehending the core divine arts, so it's okay to comprehend the core divine arts in the future?

Of course, Zhao Wen didn't know for the time being that Zuo Luoxing's grades in divine arts were terrible, and the scene just now was entirely due to physical arts.

Zuo Luoxing nodded.

The shock in Zhao Wen's eyes was even worse, but when he thought that the other party was a student of Rose College, he felt a sense of reason.

Isn't the reason why Rose Academy has such a great reputation in the fringe battlefields because the students of the academy are not ordinary creatures, and they cause a sensation when they appear?

Leaving aside those follow-up absurdities, the students of the Rose Academy can always appear on the edge of the battlefield in time to turn the tide, making the Yulian military love and hate.

This time too, after the pressure on the P6 theater where Zhao Wen was already located was reduced, the influence quickly spread to other theaters.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Zhao Wen's P6 war zone happened to be the most important hub of the entire Mino star fortress. The appearance of several people from the Rose Academy can be said to have helped the entire Mino star war zone.

So far, Zhao Wen has received reminders from several war zones that the polluters are retreating. He was greatly relieved, and turned to Zuo Luoxing and the others:

"We are partners in fighting the polluters together, and we will not look at people with colored glasses. No matter which academy's envoys they are, they are all friends. The polluter army can retreat..."

"Wait... Team Zhao, they don't seem to be retreating!"

A terrified cry suddenly came from Zhao Wen's earphones, and there was even a hint of despair in his voice.

At the same time, dull vibrations came from the ground where Zhao Wen and the others were.

In the distance, in the yellow dust, the silhouettes of a large number of chariots and polluters in black combat uniforms loomed, approaching slowly.

This scale is even more terrifying than before!

"How could the Star Fleet land so many polluters on the planet!" Yuan Qi beside Zhao Wen exclaimed.

I didn't notice that it was invaded by a team of polluters before. Fortunately, with such a large number of troops, and after the Star Wars, is Yulian planning to give up Mino?

Just when everyone was wondering, Yan Qing's bracelet vibrated suddenly.

Yan Qing took a look at the crowd who had cast their gazes over one after another, said "Ah", lowered his head calmly with a smiley mask on and nodded his head, "Sorry, there's some news."

The crowd fell.

It was also at this time that Zhao Wen received a new order in his earphones: "Give up Mino Planet and lead everyone to retreat."

"Why!"

Because he was too shocked and angry, Zhao Wen couldn't help questioning him on the spot.

In order to defend the Mino star, they sacrificed so many people!

"With the white flame of the red starfish, it has been rekindled." The deep voice of the officer rang through the earphones.

Zhao Wen froze for a moment: "The sea of ​​flames has rekindled?"

At the same time, Yan Qing accidentally clicked on the voice bar on the optical brain, and a weak and joking male voice sounded among the crowd:

"Big beauty, I don't have any money on me, please take me in."

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