The doctor said, use the origin stone to defeat the origin stone

"Sir, no." Through the messy bushes above the flower bed, the female assistant saw the battle that had already started over there.

Saria's headband had been untied during the close combat, and her long light gray hair fluttered with the movements of opening and closing.

Assistant Va Yifan was attracted by Va Yifan's heroic appearance of the King of Fighters, with his sharp and direct punches, his powerful whip legs, and his calm and steady eyes.

Mo Ke slowly let out a breath tainted with pain, and then heard the soft voice of admiration from the assistant.

"As expected of Serena, this power is fascinating."

"...?" Mo Ke turned to look at his assistant with a puzzled expression. Did she get hit on the head by that black vine just now? How could she say such a thing?

Have you forgotten how badly you were beaten by Selia?

The clothes are all torn.

"Minister, what to do next."

Assistant Vayifan turned his head and asked him this question again, making Mo Ke feel helpless.

Like you, you can't even beat Serena, and you still want to wrestle with the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel?

I heard that the evil spirit has five heads and eight arms, and the ancient Sarkaz blood flowing in his body is inconceivably strong.

However, no matter how strong the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel is, it has nothing to do with the current situation. It is impossible for Saria to get involved with that war madman.

Mo Ke touched his pocket and asked his assistant, "How long has it been?"

"Four or ten minutes, sir."

"Four and 10 minutes...then no one came to support after such a big commotion happened here?" Mo Ke frowned and scolded the incompetent Colombian government.

As for the internal defense force of Rhine Life, there is really no hope, otherwise it would not have been trapped here for so long.

"Emma, ​​I didn't hear the results of their research just now. You heard them say how long the Originium skill that prevents us from going out can last?"

"It seems to be..." Emma squinted her eyes, pressed Mo Ke's head down, and bent down herself, "There is still half an hour."

"Hiss—" Mo Ke pressed his aching abdomen and said in a low voice, "It's impossible to hide here for half an hour. We must find a way to break through."

Also, who has seen it?

Emma didn't dare to stretch her head to look again, but simply replied, "That penguin is very atavistic."

"...Then have you seen what happened to the others?"

Emma quickly recalled the scene she just saw, and replied concisely, "Beating."

"Okay... let's climb down the sewer." Mok made a decision.

"...Can the sewer get out?" Assistant Va Yifan questioned.

After all, there are quite a few directors who know Originium skills, and it has been determined that there is no way to leave here after digging a hole.

"We don't escape, but we hide in the sewer. Those people can't find us, so they shouldn't take care of it."

"...you are really practical." The assistant lady praised.

"Oh, don't underestimate me!"

I regret my life, and I am not like Crichton, who was born in a wealthy family when he was a child, and has an inexplicable sense of superiority and excess self-esteem.

Face is important to subordinate employees, and life is important to oneself.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

The assistant lady looked around and saw the dark and obvious sewer manhole cover.

"Then please cooperate first."

"Oh."

The great emperor who was walking towards here in the distance showed an expression of great interest, then turned around with a sneer.

"sad."

Just spare the life of the poor little bug.

"Iss, with dark brown hair, a 40-year-old Filin middle-aged man, with blond-haired Vaifan by his side."

His slightly distorted voice came from the headset.

"It should be Mok, who started from scratch in the outer city. I don't have much information about that Vajvan, I only know that her Originium skill is very dangerous and her close combat ability is excellent."

The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked back.

"How dangerous."

"Looking at the information, excellence goes up. But the conditions for the activation of Origin Stone skills are very strict." Ice knew what the emperor was thinking, and after a little thought, he suggested to him, "You can choose to stay, and there may be cooperation at that time. place."

Whether it's Mok or this Vajfan.

"Iss, I'm not a businessman. The concept of maximizing profits is not suitable for me."

"I know I know."

But, this is just my suggestion.Mork, it does work a bit.

"What you said makes it seem like we are some black and evil forces that say nothing."

"Your delusion." Ice replied.

But we used to be a black and evil force that said nothing.

"It's okay, they chose the best path by themselves." The emperor smiled viciously, "Even if it is damp and dark, it has a rancid smell."

Yi Si was silent for a while, unable to figure out what the emperor meant.

In short, "As long as you are happy."

……

Shining sat holding a long sword in the safe house, and the doctor arranged for the people here to come down from the stairs, and warned her, "I can already see someone appearing, evacuate in time."

"Okay, thank you for the information." Shining nodded in thanks, and turned to look at Ifrit who was sitting next to him.

However, unlike what she had imagined, Ifrit didn't show a nervous or scared expression.

This is also a good thing, if Ifrit is too flustered and keeps crying, it will only be her who will have a headache.

Ifrit was bored looking at the door, and after hearing the warning, she also looked at Shining.

"Are the bad guys coming?"

"Hmm... The bad guys are coming, Are you afraid, Ifrit?"

"I'm not afraid." Ifrit shook his head and asked Shining, "Is that so? As long as I get rid of these bad guys, I can go to Hemo, and the doctors can come back safely."

"Well..." Shining elongated his voice and said to her with a smile, "As long as you are safe and sound, the doctors and the others can do things with peace of mind and won't get hurt."

"...Okay. I see." Ifrit nodded and jumped off the stool.

"Let me show you the power of my Ifrit."

"?"

Five minutes later, the doctor suddenly received an emergency call from Shining.

"Doctor, something went wrong."

The doctor heard the voice of the Forgiveness Miss, and couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Have Ifrit been caught?"

"No..." On the other end, Miss Forgiveness Teacher's voice hesitated.

"That is?"

"She chased those who came... Well, it was solved. Now she is running around outside, and I can't stop her."

"...?"

The doctor suddenly thought of a possibility, and then pulled the small map, and indeed saw the Balrog who replaced Ifrit's head, using Ifrit's body to set fire everywhere.

"Okay, I understand." He nodded, and begged Shining, "Please help keep an eye on her, just say it's me and Seliya."

"Okay, be careful."

"You too."

The doctor withdrew his gaze and put the long knife on the neck of a Rhine director whom he had never met.

"I was in a rush, I made my own decisions, I surrendered, I was forced to surrender."

"...Aren't you forced to surrender now?" Director Rhine said in an aggrieved tone.

"Surrender is what you said yourself, and forced surrender is what I said for you. Do you understand?"

If you don't have a mouth, you can't speak.Understand.

……

140 Seventh injection, eat well

If one looks at it from a height, people will find that the Rhineland life, which was clean and tidy in the past and has wasted a lot of effort by the cleaners, is now like a new rag with paint on it.The blue origin stone energy group, the lifted black asphalt floor, the reloaded particles of reality flowing around the origin stone magician, and the blood that ranged from scalding to icy cold scattered on the ground.

Colorful, no beauty.

The deeper the Colombian army went, it could be said that it was the life of the captured Rhineland. The miscellaneous soldiers who seemed to be blocking their steps seemed to fall one by one, just like a lumberjack sawing trees with a chainsaw.

The supreme commander of the army felt that his advance was quite smooth, and he was only happy, thinking that victory was within easy reach.But the adjutant of the army is not like him. He keeps receiving reports from groups and groups, looking at the temporary statistics of casualties above, and tapping his fingers on the table restlessly.

The Commander waited patiently for his good soldiers to bring him glory, but the constant noise made by the lieutenant still annoyed him.

Of course, he himself knows that the adjutant is the one who directs the battle, and he himself is the one who manages the talents.

So he tried to relax his tone, and asked his careful adjutant, "What's the problem that made you so anxious?"

"It's a big problem." The adjutant said bluntly, and gave him the actual casualties and losses that he had sorted out, and then pointed to the real scene of the drone, "Commander, can you see the problem? ?”

"What's the problem, shouldn't we all win?"

The commander muttered and moved to his side, looking at the picture displayed on the monitor over there.

"It looks like the situation is advantageous." He thought so, looked down at the casualty report in his hand, and couldn't help but feel a subtle strangeness.

Based on his understanding of war from books, this casualty ratio is unusually low.

Many were wounded, but few died.

Normally, if you see someone falling down on the battlefield and unable to move, it will be easy to get a back knife.

But after thinking about it, his enemies are nothing more than motley troops with colorful clothes, no discipline, and no tactics. What's more likely is that they don't have the common sense of this kind of warfare.

The commander said this to his adjutant, and then heard the other party's decisive veto.

"Absolutely not. Even if those who directly involve our main force are indeed stragglers, the enemy still has a handful of guerrilla forces that are elusive."

In fact, they have already caused us many unnecessary losses through guerrilla sneak attacks.

"Can't you deal with these people?" The commander frowned, but heard the adjutant's voice of denial again.

"It can't be solved."

"Tell me why?"

"Although I don't know why, the opponent's actions are always one step ahead of us."

"Has the movement been predicted?" The commander flicked his tongue, even he can understand what kind of disadvantage this is.

"Yes, so...huh?" The adjutant suddenly looked at the screen in front of him, only to find that his drone had been shot down.

Not one, but all the drones hanging in the air were shot down. Generally speaking, the time difference between the earliest and the latest was no more than seven seconds as agreed.

"Fuck your mother." The adjutant cursed briefly, slapped the table and stood up, "Sir, allow me to leave the war room."

"Go, go.... To be honest, I have some bad premonitions."

"The enemy will not be allowed to act recklessly."

Holding the command saber, the adjutant opened the curtain of the tent and walked towards the battle line.

The commander looked at the curtain that had calmed down and blocked the light outside again, and looked at the application report on the table that needed to be judged, feeling very tricky.

"Should I deal with it, or keep it until he comes back."

It just feels like helping more and more.