Chapter 181 God, please forgive me! (10.2K)

"You don't look like an instructor, but like a gangster who doesn't know where it comes out." Kyle stretched out his finger, as if he couldn't feel the heat, and directly snuffed out his cigarette butt.

"Oh, sorry, he's just used to it. Captain Kyle, how did you know that Wrien was an instructor before?" said the goblin in white coat, smiling reluctantly, and winked at Wrien.

Wu Ruin took out the lighter and lit the cigarette again without caring. He took a deep breath. The cigarette butt was directly on the cigarette butt, and he vomited mist for a while:

"I met him earlier than you. This kid came to my subordinates to train back then and suffered a lot."

Kyle's indifferent face, after hearing him speak like this, his skin twitched slightly. When he spoke again, there was a little emotion in his voice:

"If the training refers to a 12-year-old child who was exhausted after being exhausted by a fist and almost fainted after being hit by a fist, that would be considered."

Hearing Kyle's words, the goblin in white coat was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Wrien, as if he was looking at a livestock.

"Tsk, before you improve the expertise strengthening methods for those melee pros, almost all pros in the goblin garrison have experienced this.

Condensing your expertise is an extremely dangerous behavior. Even monks who have been tempering their bodies for a long time and walking on this road with half a foot will have huge risks forcibly disobeying their physical instincts."

Wu Ruin threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, and stomped it down, saying disapprovingly: "Please, professionals will die forever. If you don't use your iron fist to hit specific parts, it will stimulate your body.

The existing instinct, once the condensation of expertise fails, it is normal for the five internal organs to fail."

Kyle whispered "tsk".

Although the method of condensing extraordinary expertise in the era of Iber's Federation was quite brutal, he did not expect that more than 600 years ago, the method of condensing extraordinary expertise on this continent was so cruel.

Wrien lowered his head and took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth. Seeing that Kyle's brow frowned even more, he raised his eyebrows provocatively, then turned his head to the goblin in the white coat and said:

"Okay, Dr. Osborne, if you have something to get in the car, you are willing to get out of your kennel. I guess it's not to see me, get in the car, and we'll talk on the way back."

Dr. Osborn nodded and looked at Kyle.

Kyle frowned, and the three of them got into a car, and drove towards Wandong City one step ahead of the convoy.

On the way, Wurien, who was driving in the front row, finally spoke again:

"Okay, Dr. Osborne, ask him directly if you have anything to say. Now, you can't find a professional who is stronger than him even if you count forward. I'm afraid...

There is a chance."

The Goblin Empire is probably collapsed, and what remains in Wandong City are just the embers of the empire.

Now the source of troops in Wandong City will only decline more and more, and under the influence of the counter-casting field device, it will become more difficult for professionals to advance.

Among the new empire's people, many people even don't know why the power of professionals arose.

The white-coated gossip nodded and smiled at Kylem: "Captain Kyle, I heard from the Speaker that you were parasitized by the monster 'grown-eating Slime' and melted some of the flesh and blood, right?"

Kyle narrowed his eyes, his stinging gaze wandered on the goblin researcher on one side, and finally said lightly: "Is there any problem?"

"I heard that when you were young, you secretly wrote to your father's boss, saying that the undead and monsters were supported by the gods, and if you need to achieve results, you must take the beheading action as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once the gods use God to descend, our plan will be destroyed instantly. Unfortunately, no one cared about the method of a human child, let alone adopt it."

"Maybe I was just guessing at that time? When the monster itself merged into the mainland with the dungeon, it was not recognized by the world's will, and compared with normal continental races, it was more animalistic.

Because the dead are eager for the flesh and blood of the living, they highly respect the behavior of trampling on life, and are even more difficult to control.

I don't think it's reasonable for such an aggressive monster and a dead soul to launch attacks on the goblin empire in such an orderly manner, but you're blinded by the firepower of magic equipment and heat weapons."

"Look at you, you dare not admit it even if you dare to say it!" Wurien suddenly laughed.

The cigarette that was sucked into his stomach just now spurted out along his slightly open nostrils, with a sharp look: "I remember clearly that when you came to the camp with your connection and said you wanted to become a professional, your eyes were firm.

Not like a child.

Of course, it’s not just you, but the group of rangers under your command… tsk, forget it, when I didn’t say it, at least at this moment, you and I are still comrades-in-arms.”

Kyle was a little silent for a moment.

He didn't know whether Wrien was testing him or had already reached a conclusion, but no matter which one it was, it at least showed that Wrien had begun to doubt his identity and the raiders under him.

Damn, the situation is so troublesome now!

According to normal historical echo replicas, in order to help the dungeons integrate into the dungeon as soon as possible, World Will will start from scratch to provide the dungeon staff with a scientific and reasonable identity.

In this case, it is rarely heard that anyone will be found by the creatures of historical echoes and dungeons... unless they are idle.

But now, he felt something was wrong.

The car stopped and the ground entrance to Wandong City arrived.

"If you're here to ask me this, I don't think there's any need to continue," Kyle said, turning around and pushing the car door open and leaving.

"Wurion! You said you--" The goblin in the white coat pulled Wurion hard, but did not pull it. Obviously, she was a little uncomfortable with the vulgarity of the real power controller of the goblin mixed brigade.

"That's why I said, I hate working with you gossipers, so why should I be careful in temptations to that kid?"

Wrien threw the cigarette butt in her hand out of the window, took out the flattened cigarette box from her pocket with one hand, and wanted to pull out another one.

He knocked on the cigarette box, it was empty, his face was twitching, and he cursed, his head stretched out of the window and shouted to Kyle who had turned away:

"I know you are very strong now. If you only count the compatriots in Wandong City, even if you take into account the strongest guys among our goblins, you are no longer on the same level as them.

But believe me, don't look for that guy. Your damn girl has no chance to beat the King of Monsters. Even if you win, it will be useless. Don't forget that the most dangerous ones are never those guys standing on the surface.

...

The West Coast was broken, and our people were basically dead. The one who started was the King of Monsters, but the mixed brigade involved, and the one we couldn't live without was a God-selected person.

We want to leave, but we have no chance. Do you understand?"

Kyle paused for a moment and then walked forward.

"etc!"

Wurien sternly said: "I can guess what you think. Who among the people present doesn't want to kill the coalition forces of various countries, but there is no chance. Do you understand?

Before they could see the final bomb, we exploded along the border line and achieved good results. Soon they dispatched the Gods' Chosen to use the power of the gods to resist our mainstream combat weapons.

.

Since then, it has been difficult to realize the idea of ​​fighting for our lives.

You are very strong, but you have your limits. When facing the final bomb, there is no difference between you and me, unless you plan to use yourself as bait like the Xihai Blade back then, and blow them all into the sky without distinguishing between the enemy and me...

…”

"Wurion!!" The white coat goblin raised his voice and interrupted Wuerion's words angrily.

"Captain Kyle, please don't get me wrong." The goblin in white coat got out of the car and hurried forward. "The Wandong City Research Institute has made some discoveries recently. It may be able to turn the situation around, but I'm afraid you will help with the test."

"Forget it, I'm very busy."

Kyle lowered his head, suppressed his emotions after a moment, with a hint of apology on his face, "Sorry, I'm a little tired today. Please tell us about the "Sea Thorn Snake" matters."

"No, no, no, I was disturbing you, but I still want to tell you..."

"Feel sorry."

Kyle said again, turning around and walking away.

After a while, my white coat was stunned, my face was a little depressed.

"Wurion, see what you did!" said the goblin in white coat to Wurion in distress.

"Hey, what do you know? Do you think our speech is good for him? Before that kid was a soldier, he was a professional..."

Wurion laughed, with a casual expression.

People like them are not so easy to speak simply. They either ask their superiors to give orders or ask them to make their choices on their own initiative.

As for making him change his mind by using his words? What a joke?

How could Wrien not know that smoking and drinking will affect the physical performance of professionals, but she should not be exhausted and should drink.

A person like Kyle who does not smoke, drink, is not close to beauty, and is not obsessed with power will only be more firm in his mind.

"He obviously doesn't want to deal with us. If he doesn't agree, we will never have the last chance!" The goblin in white coat was a little distressed.

Wrien, who was beside him, took a breath, suddenly burst out, and punched him on the face of the goblin in the white coat, hammered him to the ground, and Martin's boots stepped on the face of the goblin in the white coat:

"If I have the opportunity to go to NMD, if I am in charge of Rangers, when I receive the order from you to give you the palace back, I will cut off the person who gave the orders as soon as possible."

Wrien was furious like a lion.

He was a supporter of the idea that “for the victory of the war, there will always be some necessary sacrifices”, at least before this battle.

But now he found out that he was wrong, he was very wrong!

If the war between countries is a continuation of politics, then the war with the believers of the gods is to seek the possibility of survival.

The purpose of the war was to survive, but on the day the defense line on the West Coast was completely defeated, when he faced the God-Selected Person who was hiding in the group of monsters, he suddenly felt that all the battles were no longer important.

Now he just wants to save the lives of his surviving compatriots, as for the war with the Lamb of God?

As long as there is the existence of that monster (the chosen one), it will only be a one-sided massacre!

"Ahem~ Sensibility is not the emotion that we think tanks in the combat center should have." The white-coated goblin spitted a mouthful of blood foam, and a tooth mixed with blood foam splashed on the ground.

"Perhaps because the superiors knew that you guys could talk. After all, someone would have to execute the order, but it wasn't a coincidence that that person wouldn't be you."

Wu Ruin said sarcastically: "Maybe you are worried that you will do anything to explore the mystery of the world and the mysterious phenomena? After all, there seem to be many madmen in the research institute who try to find the mystery of the gods from the corpses of the evil gods, for example, they once dominated [
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