"No, after the Suppressing Ruins Monument is activated, everyone's realm will not exceed the 'Chi' realm. We are mixed in the crowd, and as long as we seize the opportunity, we will be able to kill [Ye Mu] and all the instructors by surprise, and seize the training camp."
Control.
As long as this training camp can be bulldozed and more than a hundred recruits killed, the personnel circulation of the Great Xia Night Watch will be broken, personnel cannot be allocated reasonably, and the strength of the border war pass will be greatly reduced. When the time comes, the evil gods will fight
Come here, Daxia will definitely not be able to bear it!
The era of the dark gods is bound to come!" The skinny recruit's eyes showed excitement.
The other two people also became excited.
"By the way, where is that one? Didn't I say that that one has sneaked into the training camp and will cooperate with us?" The young recruit seemed to have remembered something and asked doubtfully.
"Lord Qian Mo is one of the three ancient gods of our Ancient God Church. His whereabouts have always been unpredictable. How can you and I guess it?"
"That's right. Master Qian Mo must have penetrated into the enemy and is secretly observing our performance."
"There is still a lot of time before the end of the basic assessment. Let's proceed steadily. We will follow this group of recruits first and look for opportunities to act."
"good!"
…
Training camp.
Shooting range.
Jialan, wearing the mask of Red Boy, sat bored on the roof of the shooting range, listening to the screams one after another around him, and yawned.
"Why hasn't anyone found me yet... I also want to scare the children?"
Jialan sighed in frustration.
At this moment, a small group of new soldiers, about fifty in number, came excitedly from a distance with swords and guns in hand.
The moment he saw them, Jialan's eyes lit up.
She quickly climbed up from the roof, and was about to jump down excitedly. Then she seemed to remember something, coughed twice, and silently took out blood-colored needles and threads, as well as lifelike heads from her bag.
"Script, script...what is my character?"
Jialan held the needle and thread in one hand and his bloody head in the other. He stood there blankly for a moment, then put both down with a click of his tongue, then took out a small notebook from his arms and started flipping through it quickly.
"Well... I am a female devil who likes to string human heads into a belt and hang it on my waist... A belt with human heads? I have to string these props together with needle and thread first."
Jialan immediately put away the small notebook, took out the blood-colored needle and thread, held the needle in one hand, and the red thread in the other. His eyes widened, and he tried hard to string the thread into the fine holes of the needle.
However, she tried to wear it several times but failed.
That tiny piece of thread seems to have a mind of its own and cannot fit into the hole of a needle.
Seeing the recruits rushing into the shooting range and starting to search quickly, Jia Lan's face showed a look of eagerness. She took off her Red Boy mask, licked the tip of the red line with the tip of her tongue, and murmured while stringing the lines:
"That damn fat guy really...can't you just make all the props and give them to me?!"
Finally, Jialan threaded the red thread into the needle and successfully tied all the heads into a belt. But the problem came again. Her waist was too thin and she could not tie the head belt around her waist...
Jialan saw that the new recruits were about to reach the top, and he was so anxious that he came up with a plan!
She grabbed the training cushion in the corner of the top floor and stuffed it hard into the dark blue Hanfu under the cloak. She wanted to use this method to increase her waistline and fit into the headband.
At this moment, many figures were quickly searching upwards from the corridor on the top floor.
"Do you think there will be members of the [Night Curtain] team here?"
"I think there should be. Just when I was searching downstairs, I heard movement on the rooftop."
"Really or not? Everyone, get ready for battle!"
"..."
The recruits, armed with swords and guns and high-spirited fighting spirit, kicked open the door on the top floor!
The breeze blew across the top of the shooting range. On the empty floor, a girl wearing dark blue Hanfu was holding a bunch of human heads in her left hand and a soft cushion in her right hand. She was gritting her teeth and trying hard to stuff the cushion into her collar.
…
Seeing these new recruits suddenly appearing, Jialan's movements suddenly froze.
She was stunned.
The recruits were also stunned.
The air fell into dead silence.
The recruits swallowed and glanced aside unconsciously, just in time to see the red boy's mask that Jialan had forgotten.
"Huh? She is..."
boom--!!
Jialan crushed the soft pad of her hand, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted. Black hair floated up automatically. She looked at the new recruits with shame and anger, and a look of determination appeared in her eyes.
Sorry Qiye,
I can't leave new recruits on the field to create an atmosphere for you.
Today, none of this wave of new recruits can leave here sober!
Jialan's figure turned into an afterimage, like a ferocious blue beast, crashing into the confused crowd, clenching his fists with his white hands, and whizzing towards them!
"No! Let's all go together..."
Before the leader of the recruits finished speaking, Jialan punched him in the head. He rolled his eyes and fainted.
The other recruits reacted one after another, and attacked Jialan crazily with their guns and knives.
However, no matter what kind of attack fell on the girl in blue, it could not leave the slightest trace.
Jialan quickly moved around the new recruits, using her full strength to punch one by one, and the new recruits fell down like a tide.
At this moment, a young man who looked like an unattractive recruit suddenly had a cold light in his eyes, and an extremely cold energy emerged from his palm. He seized the opportunity and slammed into Jialan's back!
A ferocious sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
"First……"
As one of the three oldest gods in the Church of Ancient God, and an existence on the same level as [Biyu], [Qian Mo] is the most elusive person in the entire Church of Ancient God. Very few people know his appearance and know who he is.
With his ability, he is like a ghost, lingering in the world all the time, harvesting life invisibly.
Although the Suppressing Ruins Monument suppressed his realm to the "Pool" state, with the ultra-high-risk Shenxu, Qian Mo was confident that he could kill anyone in this training camp in one blow, even members of the [Night Curtain] team
Members are no exception.
The palm full of cold energy hit Jialan's back hard, but it shattered like an egg hitting a stone.
Qian Mo's expression froze.
After Jialan knocked out a new recruit with one punch, he slowly turned his head and looked at Qian Mo behind him.
Chapter completed!