Chapter 1437
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1435 No Need.
"Ugh …" The team leader looked down at the ground below him. He saw a black sword shining with a metallic light. It had pierced through his waist. Blood was flowing out slowly.
Swoosh. The black light flashed and the sword disappeared in front of him. It was as though the scene just now was just an illusion. Unfortunately, his waist that was pierced through told him that it wasn't an illusion.
"Ah ~!" The team leader screamed in pain. That mecha wasn't an illusion. Was it really controlled by a human?
"In the Lawless Lands, you are the strongest mecha operators. Unless a god-class operator comes, you are invincible." He remembered what their Lord Demon had said to them.
"Liar, Lord Demon, you lied to me …" The team leader took his last breath. He couldn't rest in peace even when he died.
Ling Lan pulled out Firmament again. She frowned slightly when she felt a dull sensation on her hand. This meant that the wear and tear on Firmament had destroyed its original sharpness.
"Kill them!" Another group of team leaders who had just arrived saw their comrades being mercilessly killed by another mecha. They were furious.
There was no right or wrong on the battlefield. They were all comrades who advanced and retreated together. They had to support each other in order to survive. Their feelings for each other were engraved in their hearts. When they saw their comrades being killed, the anger they felt was no less than when their loved ones were killed. Ling Lan and the others were like this. They were also like this.
"Kill!" Ling Lan went up without hesitation. She started increasing the power of her mecha to make up for the loss of Firmament's sharpness.
Swoosh! Another opponent died in her hands. Ling Lan didn't know how many team leaders had died in her hands. Maybe the other party was a good person who loved his family and was willing to help others. However, in this place, they were all enemies. It was either you die or I die.
"This kind of war is really disgusting." It wasn't a national disaster or a family feud. It was just a game played by the higher-ups. Yet, countless people were sacrificing their lives for it. For the first time, Ling Lan felt disgusted by the Lawless Lands. "I hate it.
Ling Lan shouted angrily as Firmament once again pierced through the cockpit of another mecha mercilessly.
"Then you must become the player, and not a pawn." Suddenly, Instructor Number One's voice rang out beside Ling Lan's ear.
Ling Lan's gaze sharpened. "From the moment I stepped into the Lawless Lands, I never wanted to be a pawn. Lord Qian, Lord Qian …"
Of the two calls to Lord Qian, the first one was soft and carried a hint of pity. The second one was through gritted teeth and carried an unconcealable anger.
"As long as you've made up your mind." Number One's voice was still cold.
In a place that Ling Lan could not see, in Instructor Number One's personal space, a rare trace of heartache and confusion could be seen on his usually expressionless face. In the end, it turned into a sigh.
"Isn't that what you want? Why do you feel sorry for him? " Suddenly, a pair of jade-like hands appeared in the air and forcefully tore open the space. A graceful figure walked out from inside with a disdainful expression.
Number One glanced at her and slowly closed his eyes, ignoring her.
"Your expression is really annoying." Number Four's face showed a hint of anger. She walked over and hugged Instructor Number One's neck.
"Bang!"
Instructor Number Four was ejected.
Instructor Number One said slowly, "Number Four, don't cross the line."
"What line? I just like you. So what? Before I came here, I already liked you. After I came here, I still like you. I'm pursuing the person I like. What's wrong with that? "Number Four steadied herself and sneered.
"Don't forget our duty, Number Four." Number One was still cold. Number Four's words did not affect him at all.
"Duty? Majesty Four? She's half dead now. She doesn't even have the ability to cause trouble? As for Ling Lan? You don't even give me a chance to fight. What kind of duty do I have to carry out? "Number Four said this with a stomach full of grievances. Which instructor was as aggrieved as her? It wasn't easy to find a female student and let her have a chance to show off her skills. But now that she was in her twenties, she didn't even have a chance to fight? Sometimes, she even thought that Ling Lan was actually a man and not a girl.
And the main culprit who caused this painful outcome was undoubtedly this cold and lifeless Number One in front of her. Just looking at him made her angry and disgusted … She couldn't stand it. She liked him so much. Alright, Number Four knew that she had fallen in Number One's hands for the rest of her life. She just had to like such a lousy man. She must be a masochist.
"The current Ling Lan doesn't need those things of yours." Number One was very insistent on this.
"Ling Lan is a girl. You can't raise her like a man." Number Four rushed over and grabbed Number One's collar, her face full of anger.
"No matter if Ling Lan is a boy or a girl, she is destined to become a king. And to become a king, she doesn't need those things that show weakness," Number One said calmly.
"How am I weak? I can let her fully display the charm of a woman and make those men submit. "Number Four didn't accept Number One's words at all.
Number One grabbed Number Four's collar and slowly placed it on her chest. "Only people who aren't strong enough need these unorthodox methods. If Ling Lan is strong enough, she will be even stronger. Number Four, you know this very well. That's why you didn't force yourself to appear in front of Ling Lan. You just waited silently for your chance. "
"I'm just an unorthodox method?" Number Four's eyes were filled with tears. She asked sadly, "Am I really that lousy?"
"What's suitable is the best. It's just that Ling Lan doesn't need it now." Number One raised his head and looked outside. Ling Lan was fighting a bloody battle. This was a battle that belonged to her. Even if the instructors wanted to help, they couldn't. "You know, what Ling Lan needs now is strength. Her own strength and the strength of the people under her command. And you don't have a chance to use these."
"I'm really an extra person." Number Four laughed self-deprecatingly. A tear fell silently from the corner of her eye.
"Everyone has their own value. It's just that the time hasn't come yet." Number One grabbed Number Four's hand and pushed it gently. Then, he pushed her in front of him. "When Ling Lan enters the next stage, she will need you."
Then, Instructor Number One closed his eyes again. Number Four wanted to say something but found that she had already been kicked out of Instructor Number One's space.
Number Four paused for a moment. In the next second, she returned to her own space.
"Hmph, if you don't let me touch you, can't I let you touch me of your own accord?" Number Four swept away the sadness and weakness she had in front of Number One. She smiled proudly like a fox that had eaten meat.
"Also, Little Ling Lan, you must do your best for the instructors. I'm still waiting to go on stage. Don't lose." Number Four's smile disappeared. There was a hint of worry in her voice.
Although she had never met Ling Lan face to face, she had watched Ling Lan grow up. To her, Ling Lan was as familiar as her own child. Her feelings for Ling Lan were no less than the other instructors'. Besides, she also had Instructor Number One's support. Whatever Number One liked and doted on, she would also like and dote on.
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