"Yes, I saw it." Roddy's voice sounded from the headset and behind Allen at the same time, forming a strange combination.
Allen turned around and saw Roddy coming out of the woods behind him. He was clad in armor and holding his axe. He bit a newly lit cigar and blew out smoke rings. "Looks like our Lord Spear Demon is already old. Otherwise, why would he be so weak? He can't even deal with a beauty of more than twenty levels. Hey, it's really f * cking big. That chest, that butt, tsk tsk. "
"Shut up, bastard." Fordin's voice sounded.
If one drew a straight line to the west with the place where Karin was shot as the origin, then after a distance of 1,800 meters, one would see a lonely peak. There was a natural rooftop halfway up the lonely peak, and Fuding was sitting there. He put the sniper rifle at his feet and said to the headset, "That's right, I missed. But if it was you, a bastard, I'm afraid the other party would notice before you could shoot. "
The "bastard" in Fuding's mouth laughed dryly. The nickname Spear Demon was not for nothing. Even if Fordin's sniping skills weren't ranked first in the entire Federation, they were still in the top three. If even he couldn't blow Karin's head off, then Roddy wouldn't even need to mention it.
Roddy's marksmanship was notorious for being stinky.
They planned this action after Karin attacked the camp. Allen lured Karin over and had Fuding snipe her. Roddy hid at this end of the mountain stream to prevent Karin from attacking Allen crazily when she was seriously injured. This plan was not meticulous, but with people like Roddy and Fuding in charge, it could be said to be a sure thing.
However, he didn't expect that the entire plan would be ruined by the strongest Fuding. Fordin himself had a depressed expression on his face. He could clearly see the fierce battle between Allen and Karin in the forest. During their battle, Fordin made accurate estimates of Karin's height, weight, flexibility, speed, and reaction ability. However, just as he sent out the fatal shot, Fuding could clearly feel that Karin's body had undergone a significant change in all aspects of her data at that moment.
The biggest change was the sudden change in her weight. She became very light, losing at least two-thirds of her weight. That was why she was able to slide sideways in time to avoid Fuding's shot that was aimed at her head. Fordin had never seen an opponent who could adjust his weight at high speed, and Karin did not experience any fluctuations in Origin Energy at that time. In other words, it was not an ability, but more like a natural ability.
Also known as talent.
Every race had different talents, but the Grai Race's talents had always been known for their rough skin and tough bodies. This was the first time Fuding knew that they could lose weight in an instant. Perhaps that was only Karin's unique talent?
Fordin said in the headset, "No matter what, Allen. If you bump into her again, be careful. That woman is quite strange. She can instantly reduce her weight, so I misjudged her reaction and speed. That's why I missed. "
"I see, Mr. Fordring."
"Forget it, that woman is also seriously injured. At least she won't come back to cause trouble for a short period of time. Let's go back." Roddy carried his axe on his shoulder and spat out a mouthful of smoke.
He didn't seem to intend to ask about the relationship between Allen and Karin, which made Allen heave a sigh of relief. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want Roddy to know about the Burning Blood Road. There were some things that were destined to be impossible to deal with.
It was late at night.
The Blood Gate Stronghold, which was like a capital city, no longer had the bustling scene of the day, like a man who had washed away all his lead. After fading away the passion of the past, only Ning He, who had been precipitated by the years, remained. Within the stronghold, only the high-rise buildings were flashing red warning lights. Those flashing red lights were like blinking eyes. Only sporadic buildings were still lit up, just like the top floor of the command building. Every window emitted a bright light, attracting the attention of many nocturnal creatures.
A few pointed, bat-winged, hairless birds landed on the outer edge of the window room of the building. They pecked at the high-strength fiber glass of the window. With their strength, they were naturally unable to break through the glass that even Origin Energy bullets could not break. As a result, a few strange birds tilted their heads and let out a sound that only they could hear from their mouths.
One of the strange birds looked at the hall inside. There were only a few people on duty in the hall, monitoring the situation of the stronghold and even the entire highland. At this moment, on the command bridge above the hall, a figure suddenly appeared behind a metal railing. That figure carried an indescribable sense of oppression. The bird only took a glance and suddenly lost consciousness and fell straight down. Its two companions cried out and chased after it with their wings spread.
Seeing that it was about to fall to the ground, the strange bird regained consciousness. He flapped his wings and flew up again, meeting up with the other two strange birds. Then, he left the command building and flew in another direction in the darkness.
Russen waved his hand to the people in the hall below, "You guys go out first."
The few of them looked at each other, not daring to ask anything, and left the hall in a single file. Russen then said to the empty hall, "Connect me to Marshal Capullo's private channel. The access password is x3178ep."
The inorganic synthetic voice of Zhi Nao rang out, "Sound sampling complete. Good evening, General Russen Daonan. Your authority has been confirmed. Please wait a moment. "
The screen in the middle of the hall lit up, apparently with a progress bar. The progress bar was quickly filled with blue light. When the progress bar turned completely blue, a scene appeared on the screen. The background of the picture was a bedroom with an oil painting hanging on the wall. It was a portrait of Capullo. The marshal in the portrait was in his prime, and the edges and corners of his face were as sharp as knives, causing people to feel a stabbing pain when they looked at him.
Unfortunately, he's old. Russen thought.
At this moment, Capullo's figure crashed into the scene. He was wearing a nightgown. The collar of his nightgown was open, revealing the tangled black hair inside. The marshal held a glass of wine. In Russen's memory, Capullo rarely touched this glass before going to bed. He often said that adequate sleep was fundamental to winning a war. But now, not only did he drink, he also smoked. The no longer flat lower abdomen and the loose skin at the corners of his eyes told Russen again.
He's old!
"Marshal Capullo!" Russen stood upright and clenched his fist to hit his chest. This was the Federation's standard military salute.
Capullo shrugged, "Alright, Russen. You don't have to salute me if you meet me on a private channel. It's so late, and you haven't rested yet? That won't do. You're an important pillar of the Blood Gate Stronghold. Work is important, but rest well, old friend. "
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