Human dimension reduction

The eyes of the world are on Siberia, and of course, on these two... monsters who meet.

The satellite dutifully synchronized the screen to the real-time monitoring platform, but due to the violent snowstorm and technical level around them, they could not hear the conversation between the two. Slavic language experts from various departments who are good at recognizing lip language were summoned urgently. Together with the simultaneous interpreter and stenographer, they were pressed in front of the big screen, surrounded by serious leaders.

"You're going to stop me."

The priest with grey-blue eyes spoke first. He was half a head taller than the doctor across from him. When he lowered his eyes to look at people, he always carried a kind of innocent and honest aura, with a restrained sense of oppression and a desire to make friends with others.

"It's a pity, I don't actually hate you, in fact, even if you set up a very troublesome parliament, but you know, even our majesty is very fond of you, and I myself... I love everything People who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their ideals."

The priest smiled when he said this, as if he was really just expressing his feelings to an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Thank you." Regarding the priest's enthusiastic confession, the crazy doctor standing in front of him with his cane in both hands just nodded calmly and reservedly.

"I don't really want to fight," the priest looked at him thoughtfully. "I think you know what I'm going to do? It won't do you—and your organization—any harm. Maybe you can turn around now and then Wait...it's a good idea for both of us."

The silver-gray haired doctor remained motionless.

The priest sighed: "I'm serious, we can resolve this issue peacefully before that poisonous snake from Stuart arrives. You clearly know that he hates you very much because of His Majesty's relationship, and we can't go against the President's order." resolution."

The doctor smiled: "It's been so many years, haven't you guys successfully rebelled yet? That assassin is fine, didn't you try to brainwash Stuart? I thought he was already an asshole the next time I saw him. Fanatics who only shout 'for the glory of the Lord'."

Slavic has a lot of tongue-tapping sounds. It is difficult to judge the language by mouth shape. In addition, Petrosa speaks so fast that the eyes of the lip-language experts guarding the screen are bloodshot. Those who stared at Vincent gained a lot from distinguishing some words.

Facing Vincent's malicious ridicule, Petrosha just smiled silently, and raised his hands in his sleeves slightly: "It's a good habit to be good at listening to other people's suggestions, it seems that you still haven't learned from death .”

He said this sentence slowly and slowly, so the lip-reading expert dutifully read out this sentence, and it was quickly recorded on the white paper.

The majestic and handsome priest obviously caught Vincent's pain point and poked wildly. This kind of behavior is not very glorious, but both Petrosa and Vincent are accustomed to it—it seems Both of them did this kind of thing.

But getting used to it is getting used to it, and it didn't stop Vincent from getting angry.

The scarlet blood on the white coat spread quickly, as if the blood of a living person had just splashed on the clothes, and the dripping blood flowed down the hem of the clothes, and the moment it hit the ice, it was frozen to death. Groups of bleak frost flowers.

The doctor, who can be described as young and beautiful, slowly took off his glasses, and threw them aside casually, staring straight ahead with the glasses without lenses. His cornflower blue eyes were as beautiful as the vast sky and the vast ocean, and they were in full bloom. The lip color of Qiangwei, who was about to die, was set off by her pale skin, which made people feel like seeing a vampire alive.

The glazed vessel melted out of the fire is full of cracks, and the brilliance before it was broken can still be seen.

Vincent raised his eyes, showing a horrible blood loss and pale face with a smile. This smile has no sense of beauty. If you insist, it is like the grin of a devil. Climbing up, he raised his lips maliciously towards the front with the desire to kill.

Morbid, insane, bloody.

The bright rapier was pulled out from the cane, and the crazy doctor in blood-dripping white clothes was completely unaffected by the wind and snow. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the violent turbulence and appeared behind the priest. A thin layer of ice appeared due to the too low temperature, and it was poking towards Petrosha's back with an indomitable attitude.

The priest's reaction was not slow either. He was not good at melee combat with cold weapons. The moment he felt the killing intent behind him, he quickly took two steps to the side. There was more and more blood dripping from the coat, so much that even the diluted pink color of the blood appeared in the blowing wind.

The strong wind swept everything on the ground into the sky, and the soil was plowed into deep ravines, as if a huge beast had scratched its claws here, and the ground that was lifted was mixed with frozen ice and mud. Flying in all directions, these small things with extremely high initial speeds are comparable to hidden weapons, so that the elusive mad doctor had to suspend his approach to Petrosha.

The cold and sharp rapier swept away the gravel that bounced towards the face. The stones swept away by the rapier seemed to be eroded by corrosive liquid, and they turned into powder in an instant and were blown away by the wind. The murderous madness The doctor's face was completely out of the scope of a living person, his lips were scarlet, his complexion was pale, exuding a lifeless chill, and the thin sword in his hand made a shrill sound like a ghost crying in the wind.

In Western culture, Vincent’s state should be called a living corpse, and to beautify it can be said to be a vampire, while in Eastern culture, he is more similar to a ghost made of living people in fantasy novels. Not very appropriate, after all, no zombies can teleport skills, this skill can only be mastered by invisible ghosts.

In fact, judging from the game "Building No. [-]" he was born, Vincent's classification should indeed be closer to ghosts.

The mad doctor whose human nature was distorted by the killing intent held a blood-dripping staff sword in his right hand, and pulled out a few sharp scalpels from nowhere in his left hand. The blade went straight to the vital points around Petrosa.

Three of the knives were broken by debris in the wind, and the last—

It was held firmly by one hand.

"Oh, it's so dangerous, it's almost late."

The man who pinched the handle of the knife with two fingers shouted and rejoiced. His small black curly hair was blurred by the strong wind. His close-fitting black clothes outlined a strong but not clumsy figure. The Sardinian assassin had a low profile. Hula Hula shook his head a few times like a wild animal, shook off the hair covering his eyes, stood up with a smile, and stretched himself.

It is hard to imagine that a person can stretch to this extent, just like a cheetah stretched lazily after waking up, its flexible and slender body is stretched into a straight line, all the skeletal muscles are being awakened, and the eyes are affectionate and gentle The assassin put his hands together and apologized to the crazy doctor who was stopped by him: "I'm really sorry, that villain Stuart gave me an order to stop you, and I can't help it. At that time, you should help me to intercede with the young majesty, it was Stuart who asked me to do it!"

The Sardinian Assassin grinned and tried to shake off the blame, and when he straightened up, the silver bit of the scalpel in his hand seemed to have disappeared, replaced by the cold light that split the cold wind and galloped towards the mad doctor.

The mad doctor quickly raised his hand and cut off his own sharp weapon, but followed by the Sardinian assassin's powerful Hidden Blade.

The crisp sound of metal impact instantly became one piece, the too sharp and compact treble overwhelmed the howling of the surrounding cold wind, and the snowflakes were engulfed and exploded into concentric waves between the two of them. Petrosha stood Outside the battle circle, squinting to see the two people who were evenly matched and inseparable, they raised their hands calmly.

But he just raised his sleeves a little, and a cold hand grabbed his wrist from behind, and a cold whisper whispered in his ear: "What do you want to do?"

"Bam—"

In the horrified sight of thousands of spectators, a man holding a blue lantern appeared behind Petrosa at some point. His appearance was very in line with the aesthetics of Chinese people. The moment he saw him appear, The network in the Huaxia area froze for a few seconds.

It's like a fairy who came out of a fairy tale novel!

However, in the next second, this radiant immortal revealed his true form.

The black pupils were elongated, and a thick snake tail slipped out from under the hem of his loose clothes embroidered with flowers, and greedily twisted onto Petrosha's leg. The scales on the meat bite tightly, directly crushing Petrosha's ankle.

Broken bones mixed with flesh and blood squeezed out from the gap in the tail of the snake. The severely wounded priest seemed to feel no pain. He raised his hands, like a gentle angel who wanted to embrace the suffering people. His wrist was as soft as a snake, and he clasped the funeral director neck.

Compared with the mad doctor and the Sardinian assassin, whose swords collided constantly, the fighting here was silent and fierce, like two boa constrictors who were watching to take people's lives, not only plotting to take each other's lives, but also instinctively trying to impose more Much deterrence and pain.

Lan Yin smashed Petrosha's feet inch by inch, and the priest smiled and retaliated, crushing the opponent's hand bones little by little.

The out-of-control blizzard continued to expand the scope of its invasion. The Bear Exploration Team, who was trying to get closer to get more information, was affected by the blizzard and had to lay down on the ground to protect themselves, huddled behind the mound and prayed for the blizzard to pass.

The leader of the team covered the walkie-talkie with his hand, tried to raise his voice, and tried to contact the main station: "...we... have arrived at... e4... strayed into the crowd at... specific coordinates..."

They were the team released by the inspectors from the headquarters to expel the "misguided people". At that time, no one recognized that the "misguided people" was Petrosa. When people found out his identity, the wind and snow had already swept across. In the surrounding area of ​​several kilometers, even the communication signals became erratic, and the inspectors could not contact them, and the search teams who were isolated from the Internet did not know who they were going to expel. The wind and snow felt inexplicable.

"Call the headquarters...the wind and snow are too heavy, please ask for specific...coordinates..."

The team leader persisted in calling the disconnected headquarters. As soon as his voice burst out of his throat, it was torn apart by the gust of wind. Even he himself could not guarantee whether the walkie-talkie could completely send his words to the other end.

"Damn..." He let go of the hand holding the walkie-talkie, looking at the wind and snow sweeping the world, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Even if they are Slavs, it doesn't mean that they like this kind of violent weather. On the contrary, they will understand the horror of nature better than those who live in warm places in the south. People who freeze to death in the snow every year don't Know how many, especially with such a big snowstorm...

They did not carry the corresponding warm equipment. This was just a small short-distance patrol. He and his team members were only wearing simple T-shirts and jackets. Their exposed fingers had become cold, and fingertips appeared. Frostbited cyan, if they can't increase their core temperature, they will soon be frozen to death in this sudden snowstorm like those unlucky ones.

But the wind was so strong that they couldn't even get up and walk back!

The squad leader cursed angrily in his heart, while concentrating on checking his team members. They were all huddled behind the wind-sheltered mound, and it seemed that their condition was not very good.

Just as he was trying to contact the headquarters again for rescue, a hand patted his shoulder lightly.

In such a heavy snowstorm, he shouldn't have felt such a gentle slap, but it may be some kind of strange sixth sense, or an early warning of danger... In short, the soldier shivered violently, reacting Excessively picked up the gun and pointed it behind him.

Then he froze.

Child?How can there be children here?

Two children were standing in front of him. They both had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. They looked to be in their early teens. The young boy at the head was wearing a scarlet cloak that was very warm at first glance, and a bright and luxurious crown was pressed on his hair. crown.

It's strange that such weather didn't blow the crown away?

A strange thought flashed through his mind.

In short, under such a critical situation, the appearance of such two children with retro and weird costumes is a weird and a bit scary thing. He looked at them dumbfounded, and the crowned young king lowered his eyes and pointed Rear: "Get out of here."

Very fluent imperative, imperative.

As his words fell, the surrounding wind calmed down obediently as if hearing the king's will.

The captain opened his mouth wide and looked at this scene in shock, but the two children didn't give him any more extra eyes. They walked in the direction where the wind was still howling, and the captain was shocked: "Wait!" Wait, who are you? What are you doing? You can't go in there!"

The child walking behind was like an immature knight. He was guarding behind another person who was older than him. Hearing this, he turned his face and glanced at him, but did not speak. His words have an inexplicable majesty: "The monarch should never retreat while his subjects are fighting for him."

"I'm going to witness this war."