Chapter 191: Evidence of a Different World (81k)

Buzz buzz buzz——

Boom!

Explosions came and went.

Buildings collapsed and blood flowers bloomed.

The background sound of air raid sirens and panicking crowds mixed together, and the charred areas under the smoke were like acne, spread all over the city of Lafia.

"Quick! Quick! Move the stone away!"

"one two Three!"

"The injured, bring the injured here and gather them together!"

An underground bomb shelter somewhere.

Hasam and a group of guards took care of a group of wounded people.

One seriously injured person after another was sent in. Some could still be rescued, but some had already stopped breathing.

It was winter, but he never stopped sweating, his clothes were soaked and his face was covered in dust.

At this moment, his hand was resting on a woman who had passed away. He shook his head at the expectant man in front of him and said, "She's gone."

The man's expression instantly fell, his eyes quickly dimmed, and he was speechless. At the urging of others, he carried the woman away.

There are countless people like him who have lost their loved ones in these few days.

Mansur, who rushed back from outside, glanced at Hassamu's pale face, waved his hand, and whispered something to his subordinates.

Soon after, the number of injured people sent in suddenly decreased a lot.

"Hassam, the airstrike is over. You should take some time to rest. I will let others take care of the remaining injured. Don't worry." Mansur came over at this time, patted Hasam's shoulder and comforted him.

Hasam breathed a sigh of relief, slumped down to one side, picked up the water bottle at his waist, took a big gulp of water, and gasped wildly.

"Commander, how's the situation at the front line?" After a while, he asked with concern.

"Very good." Mansoor's smile was a little stiff. "Remember the mysterious supernatural I told you about last time? He alone helped us block almost all the IDF coming from the north, which reduced our pressure a lot. We can focus more on defending against the enemies coming from the southeast."

"Is it true that no one knows the identity of that extraordinary person?"

".Some say it is the incarnation of a god, some say it is a demon that cannot stand what the Kingdom of David has done, and some even say it was originally a stray dog ​​raised by a child, and the child died in the bombing, so the stray dog ​​awakened and fought against the enemy for them."

"What do you think, Commander?"

"I think it's better to say that I hope that his identity is not important. I just hope that he can awaken more people's spirit of resistance and call on more righteous people to join our struggle."

"Perhaps, there is justice in this world." After listening, Hasamu said softly.

"It's almost time to move to the next safe point." Mansoor looked at his watch.

Even closed underground spaces are not absolutely safe, especially for high-value targets like Hassamu and Mansur, which is worth the high price that the Kingdom of David has to pay.

So they have to move to a safe point every once in a while.

Hasam got up and followed Mansur out of the air-raid shelter and headed towards the next safe point.

Passing by the ruined houses and the civilians sitting on the ruins with their heads raised and bloodstained, staring blankly at the sky, Hasam felt powerless again.

It was just like when he first learned that all the children in that school died in the bombing.

"Is studying medicine really useful?" he murmured to himself.

"Hassam, you have to think about it. You really saved a lot of people. They were lucky enough to survive because of you. And you have been busy saving people. You may not know that you have a great reputation among people. They regard you as a prophet and everyone regards you as hope. As long as you continue to inspire everyone, we will not be easily defeated." Mansur consoled him seriously, "So the most important thing now is to protect yourself, treat your compatriots, and give them hope to fight to the end."

Hasam opened his mouth, and suddenly, an electric current seemed to spread from his heart throughout his body, and even all the processes within his sight seemed to slow down instantly.

"The warning spell has been triggered!"

This was the technique that Naimai forced him to learn before she left. Unexpectedly, it would come in handy so soon.

A strong warning came from behind him, and he had no time to turn around. This state could not last long.

So he pushed Mansur, who didn't react, away, and fell to the side. He casually threw a fireball with little power and no explosion to the back as a distraction.

hum-

His hair was falling, his skin was numb, and he truly felt the kiss of death.

And he finally saw that the person who attacked him was an unknown man, and the means he used was wind blade!
The other party is also a divine warlock!

There was surprise in Heath's eyes. Actually, this could be avoided?

boom!
A bullet came from a distance and was deflected by Hasamu who was already prepared for defense and hit the wall on the side.

"I'm telling you, don't look down on guns. Maybe using a gun to assassinate someone is more reliable than using your close-range assassins." The Baron complained on the microphone on the rooftop in the distance.

Heath remained silent. He was not the kind of assassin who would escape thousands of miles away if he missed his target.

Since one strike didn't hit the target, let's strike a few more times! Just kill everyone present.

However, even if the people around Mansour were slow to react, they should have come to their senses by now.

"Protect the Commander and the Prophet!"

Chu Chu Chu!
Bullets rained down on Hiss, but he didn't even look at these people. The wind blade in his hand was covered with bullets and gravel and cut towards Hasamu.

Hasamu put almost all his energy into healing techniques. He was no match for Heath, who was proficient in all kinds of offensive techniques. He could only deal with it in a desperate situation. He also had to be careful of cold guns from a distance from time to time. He felt as if he would be beheaded at any time.

After a few rounds of fighting, Hiss already knew Hasam's level. He no longer held back and clapped his hands. Gravel, bullets and shell casings flew out in all directions, directly depriving Mansur and Hasam's guards of their combat effectiveness.

Even Hasam was cut.

"Soul Gathering, you are Hiss!" Hasamu guessed the other party's identity.

Heath remained unmoved, and the wind blade slashed down mercilessly.

The intense crisis of death seemed to have brought all time to a standstill, and he desperately overdrawn his brain and mental power. However, only his brain was running at a high speed, while his body could not run at the same speed.

Just like that, dead?
He seemed to see the disappointed looks in everyone's eyes.

There are teachers, Naimai, Mansur, Karim, children, and a pair of surprisingly large eyes.

It appeared at some point and just stared at him quietly.

It seemed like I had seen it somewhere before. In my dream on the day when my teacher gave me the knowledge of divine grace.

I remember that at that time, there was also a face like this, no, a more complete face looking at me.

It is a creature that is hard to describe. If it must be referred to by a name, perhaps it should be called a dragon.

Perhaps because his brain was working at such high speed, he suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, and the complex structures of the techniques that he had never been able to understand before became extremely clear.

Even his palms had begun to operate the structure subconsciously.

Then, he drew a vertical line in the air with his index finger with difficulty.

His brain was overloaded and could no longer delay. The long sword made of wind was already approaching his forehead. In less than a blink of an eye, it would penetrate his brain and blow out his brains.

The only space he had just created was torn apart. Everything happened silently.

boom--

A claw covered with strange scales came out of thin air and gently hit Heath's arm.

Heath's arm instantly turned into powder, and fine blood spots were scattered all over the ground. The uneven flesh and bones on his shoulder could be seen.

Heath was knocked back more than ten meters. He struggled to get up without saying a word. Veins on his face were exposed. He held his bleeding shoulder and stared at the absurdly large claw in disbelief. Yes, it could be seen that it was just one of the claws of some creature.

In the end what happened? !

What kind of technique is this?!

The void crack was stretched open a lot, and the claw was slowly retracted. Then, a vertical pupil appeared in it, and its size seemed to be bigger than his body.

"It might be an unknown summoning technique! Retreat quickly! We don't want this cooperation anymore! What the hell are these monsters, each one is more outrageous than the other! I'll cover you, quickly!" The Baron's inappropriate shouting came from the headset.

No wonder he behaved like this, this cooperation was a complete loss-making deal, losing both the wife and the army!
First there was the giant black wolf, whose fighting power was amazing. Even if the two of them attacked together they could only end up in a draw, a slightly disadvantageous result, but at least it was consistent with their actual observations.

And this seemingly ordinary Hasamu is even more outrageous. He can even make a comeback in desperate situations. This is even more unacceptable than the previous one.

As the only one among the current divine warlocks who understands the summoning technique, he knows too well the horror of this technique. He has been studying it for these days, but he dares not summon living things at all. He can only barely summon some dead objects and weapons. Even so, the power is already quite good.

As for the huge monster in front of him, he believed that even the giant black wolf would not be able to defeat it in a few rounds. It would be better to cut the loss quickly and give up the plan of cooperation.

Heath did not express any objection, and immediately turned around and ran away.

The Void Monster had no intention of pursuing, or rather, it simply did not have the ability to pursue.

The golden vertical pupil glanced at Hasamu who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting, revealing a human-like look of disappointment. Then, as if sensing something, his gaze suddenly raised and looked at Bai Shihang who was attracted and teleported over in mid-air. A deep fear suddenly flashed in his vertical pupil's eyes. He was about to close the void, but he didn't expect that the other party would slip in quickly before it closed.

broken!

It was horrified.

It was able to appear in that space purely because it felt the call and was allowed to appear. But why did this guy who suddenly appeared in front of him seem to pass through the barrier of time and space as easily as eating and drinking?

"So you live in a place like this."

Bai Shihang had no awareness of being a guest and looked around everywhere. He thought that this was a parasite and there was nothing to be afraid of.

This is a piece of debris from another time and space, surrounded by some building materials that seem to have been reinforced. Several obviously unusual chains lock the middle body of this white dragon. I don’t know if it is for this reason, the back half of its body is white bones, and there is a sword stuck near the end.

This dragon is not like the giant lizard in the West, nor like the divine dragon in the East. It has some characteristics of both, such as a slender body and wings.

The other world does exist.

At least Bai Shihang caught a fragmented space.

He even had his own guesses about the world of the white dragon: a powerful magician sealed up an unkillable dragon, threw it into the unknown void, and then left a prophecy that in a certain year and month, the dragon would return, and a brave man would lead his harem to sweep away evil and save the people from danger. It was a third-rate setting.

"Can I play with that sword in your ass?"

The white dragon finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared.

A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. Bailong launched an offensive.

After a while, it was knocked to the ground.

"You're not as strong as I thought. You're not even 20% of my strength. Or do you only have 10% of your strength left?"

Although it didn't understand what Bai Shihang was saying, since it couldn't win with fists, it chose to keep silent.

“I remember a procedure.”

This is a brain wave communication technique that Mr. Li has just developed. It is not as good as the legendary soul communication, but it can also communicate some general ideas.

"what's your name?"

".Mad Dragon."

Shiraishi Hang declined to comment on the name.

"Can I play with this sword?"

"You can't pull it out."

"really?"

Bai Shihang became interested and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands. A piece of information immediately came into his mind.

"Yu Zhan Kuang Long. This sword's name suits you very well."

"It was made just to kill me."

Bai Shihang really couldn't pull out the sword, but he saw from the sword a wish or faith similar to that of an angel's broken arm.

After thinking for a while, he gave up and pinched a parasite out of his throat.

"Eat it."

Although he was in his own territory, Kuanglong had no dignity at all.

Although it is not dead, the pain is real. It might as well cooperate a little and save itself some suffering. It seems that it has seen through all this already.

Bai Shihang was not quite sure why Long, who was so aware of the times, would end up like this.
The parasite entered the mad dragon's body, but there was no reaction at all.

After further searching for the reason, I found out that the heart of the mad dragon had been dug out. No wonder it had no effect.

"You're free anyway, why not chat with me?"

Bai Shihang's parasite chose to temporarily settle down in this fragmented space.

In the outside world, Hasam, who was almost unconscious, forced himself to find Mansur, or to be more precise, Mansur's body.

He was killed suddenly by a stone that pierced his brain, without even leaving a last word.

The survivors came to him, surrounded Mansur's body and cried bitterly.

"Master Prophet, now we will follow your command."

"My Lord Prophet, what should we do next?"

"Revenge! We must avenge the commander!"

The chaotic words almost made his already overloaded brain explode, and he couldn't help but roar: "Shut up!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at him quietly. They felt that the prophet in front of them seemed to have changed a lot in an instant, even a little strange.

Hasam closed Mansur's eyes, covered his aching brain, and slowly stood up.

"The enemy tried to use the extraordinary to kill me, but as you can see, they failed! Just like their invasion, they are destined to be crushed by us. Commander Mansur will not sacrifice in vain. Your comrades, your families, and compatriots, believe me, I have seen the guidance of victory. By then - blood debt must be paid with blood."

He looked down at Mansoor and said in a voice that no one could hear: "Command, study medicine, you can't save anyone."

"eye for eye!"

(End of this chapter)