Fang Zhu's face was shockingly pale.
Blue veins were blooming around his neck, and his hand wearing the alchemist's control gloves pressed tightly on the bulkhead, almost shaking, looking at the craftsman of the Yuechen Guild with a dark look. He could hardly remember the other party's identity...
What is the other party’s name?
But that didn't matter anymore. He shook his head hard, and only tried to remember one thing in his heart.
In a daze, there seemed to be a thousand voices fighting each other in his mind, as if steel thorns were inserted under the cortex at the same time, making him feel a burst of unbearable sting.
He said with difficulty:
"I'm fine, leave it to me."
“…Leave here and do what you should do.”
Fang Yu has always been casual, but he never thought that one day he would breathe such a harsh tone from his mouth, as if he had only one byte to cover the air in the cabin with a layer of frost.
His attitude successfully scared the other party.
The craftsman from the Moon Dust Guild tried to come forward to support him and froze. The other party's expression of wanting to speak but stops remained on his face and opened his mouth:
"Small, be careful...that...thing"
Wuxia couldn't describe what the other person was, just like a shadow in the dust. The twinkling eyes pierced into the depths of his heart with a cold light.
His heart also freezes at that moment, and his mind is blank and there is only a thought of escaping.
The thing passed the two ladies in just one moment, and left them behind forever, stagnating in the frozen time, not knowing life and death.
He was a little incoherent.
But suddenly.
Wuxia saw the other party's gaze that was gradually fading a little bit. At some point, her heart seemed to be shaken, and a thought arose involuntarily:
What are you doing?
This is a waste of time.
Yes--
They have no extra time to waste.
He closed his mouth all at once, and the two ladies had used their sacrifice to win him opportunities. At this moment in front of him, a complex emotion was growing from the deepest part of Wuxia's heart and quickly filled his chest:
What does this world mean to him?
A resume, a job? Just like the employment relationship between Yuechen Guild and his, it is just a contract with clear responsibilities in the form that is filled in the black and white?
Formalized responsibilities seem to fade another emotion in people's hearts, just as after a long time, a slim individual has forgotten the value of their existence in this huge structure.
Indulging in this entertaining generation, he had long forgotten some things that should be extremely precious, and he only mechanically repeated, repeated, and pursued some false values ​​day after day.
But behind the towering and cold throne is the same endless emptiness?
At a certain moment, Wuxia suddenly understood what this not-so-real world actually means to herself-
Just like those deep, ancient.
It is like the intense emotions bursting out from people's hearts.
Responsibility, mission, and self-realization value.
Those idealized, sublime things, the era opened up by the pioneers, the solemn words and sentences under the golden hall, and a beautiful dream surrounded by the halo.
And at this moment, everything seemed to become real.
Once those emotions arise from his heart, they irreversibly turned into flames that swept everything, burning the old world into a piece of embers.
Wuxia raised her head and looked at the pair of dark and faint gazes in front of her. The rainbow rings that expanded like flames in the depths of her eyes seemed to be expressing some kind of trust.
Finally, he nodded to the other party lightly:
"So be careful..."
Then the two passed by.
Those who are needed by others should not be disappointed.
And the value of oneself should be realized.
Wuxia pressed the wrap in her arms tightly, and all fear and anxiety had already been abandoned in her mind, and only some arrogant and imaginative ideas emerged since her youth—
He wants to fulfill his mission.
We must change everything on this battlefield.
What he was pursuing was the heroic shadows...
...
Fang Zhu watched the other party leave.
He had no energy to speak from beginning to end, but fortunately, the man understood what he meant.
It's so good. Although they are not companions on the Qihai Traveler, everyone is good.
Those equally excellent people do not only exist around them, but also the lights of fire are still spread in this world. After this star gate world, the ideal value has never been underestimated.
The spiritual world becomes even more tired.
Fang Yu's eyes quickly became deeper.
From the dark and deep passage ahead, he seemed to feel a silence, devouring everything, inhuman aura spreading to his feet.
He had felt such aura somewhere. In the endless darkness, it was like the flame of Venus falling into the dust, with a pair of extremely cold, snake-shaped, murderous golden pupils lit up behind him.
Finally, he looked at himself coldly.
That is from one of the most terrifying images in a certain world, the dark queen of dragons.
This time Fang Yu seemed to hear his heartbeat, and the heart burst out with rhythmic and heavy beating sounds in his chest, as if he was about to break free from the stiff cage of his body.
But it's not because of fear.
It is better to say it is warlike, it is not a kind of innate emotion, or it is better to say it is strange and alienated.
It was like a factor hidden in the blood, bursting out like a volcano, making every cell tremble and howling because of excitement, allowing him to go forward and witness the truth of the real world.
He tightened his control gloves with a "click".
"……bring it on."
So that he could see who was coming.
However, the silence in the darkness seemed to be his answer.
But it was just an appearance, the rustling sound hidden under the shadows, just like a layer of water flowing across the floor. The dark shadow came quietly, swallowing up the cabin in that direction, sweeping towards the position where he stood.
Fang Yu quickly saw the shadow clearly. It had no fixed shape, but rather a shadow spreading on the wall, the floor and the ceiling, like a black hole, swallowing everything.
Fang Yu reached behind him and pulled out the lion gun from there. The pistol had fired before, but he had loaded the bullets all the way. He raised the pistol, aimed at the other party, and pulled the trigger continuously.
Three lead bullets flew through the shadows, like passing through a layer of diffuse smoke, leaving several holes there, then hit the wooden board behind, and then exploded and took away a piece of wood chips.
The details of the spread of smoke and dust made Fang Yu squint his eyes slightly. The spreading object did not seem to be afraid of physical attacks, but the other party had the means to quickly avoid damage.
There was a tingling pain in his mind, but a shiny heart was in his heart.
Craftsmen are not the kind of profession that can win by relying on brute force, and the characteristics of the profession also determine that this group of people must observe carefully.
Even though the combat craftsmen were in Kapka’s third edition tactical manual, the craftsmen also emphasized the importance of battlefield judgment.
Fang Rong always thought that he would not be distracted in a battle and thought about the past details. However, the impact of the spiritual world made it difficult for him to concentrate for a while, and he couldn't help but recall his time studying and growing up in Kapka.
That period was short, but it was rarely fulfilled and happy.
Because of systematic reasons, he was not the most talented among the students of Rodell's class. Among the genius' star shining stars, he was unknown.
But among the indigenous people, he was deeply loved by several masters. In just a short time, the old men taught him a lot of things.
"As for the fancy things on them, you don't have to be too discouraged."
"The 'old things' that our predecessors summed up from countless times always come in handy."
“By our standards here, you also have times to soar in the sky—”
But Fang Yu did not expect that the moment he soared in the sky came so quickly.
Although in the end, he also used the system and his own Dragon Soul Miss - Tata - Thumb - Morning Star.
He put away his pistol and threw a clockwork fairy out with his other hand. It was just an ordinary clockwork fairy. After leaving his gloves, the small golden ball flew away and bounced off the fairy-like wings. With a slight "click", it flew out diagonally.
After passing through his bullets, the dark smoke immediately separated from the wall and the ceiling at a speed visible to the naked eye. They gathered together from the floor and quickly rose into the shape of a humanoid creature.
When the smoke and dust in the shadow had not yet completely taken shape, Fang Rong saw a pair of eyes rising with purple flames inside. He immediately recognized it. He was also a shadow man.
Unlike the nightmare creatures on the outside deck, they are real shadow people and their actual controllers. If the nightmare creatures are regarded as a constituent, then the shadow people seem to be born as an alternative 'craftsman'.
He had long noticed this. In fact, there were not many real shadowmen in this fleet. Most of them were middle and upper-level members of this fleet, such as non-commissioned officers, deputy captains, or captains.
But the shadow man in front of him was particularly different from what he had seen before.
First of all, it is taller and burly. Purple flames gather in the flowing shadows. The light and darkness are uncertain, just like the last stars in the universe that are about to die out. When these stars are extinguished, only boundless silence and coldness remain.
This universe seems to have absorbed the stability around it, and it has always burst out a bone-broken cold. It is not a physical cold, but a low temperature that is enough to penetrate into the soul.
That terrifying aura, for example, the oppression brought to him by any of the shadow commanders who had seen on other floating ships before, was even more intense and uneasy, even making him feel alert.
But so many thoughts flashed by, time was just a moment, and the creature in the shadow had taken shape in an instant, and then stretched out a hand to him.
It was a pale, translucent, like the hand of the dead.
Each of its fingertips seems to be composed of extremely cold ice crystals, which slowly stretches forward, allowing the surrounding air to solidify into frost and fall down.
The speed was extremely slow, but the space it passed through had a strange physical law, as if the flow of time had been infinitely extended, causing people to stagnate in it and unable to move.
Because of the Red Leaf and Liuying, Fang Yu had already raised enough vigilance in his heart. Before the cold breath touched him, he had already reached behind him and used his thumb to pick a leather buckle on the belt.
A six-legged structure hanging there fell lightly to the ground like a spider, spreading its mechanical limbs.
Then the teleportation core of the "mirror" placed in it was instantly activated, and in a flashing light, it changed its position with a clockwork fairy not far away.
Fang Yu raised his head and stared at the shadow that was hitting him with a flash. He said that it was late and soon, he pressed his hand on his control gloves and shouted in a low voice: "Confinement--"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The six-legged structure suddenly appeared after the shadow, and a gravity trap rose up. The entire space seemed to be condensed, and the purple flame flowing in the shadow seemed to slow down at that moment.
The pale, ghostly hand also fell apart under the pull of gravity.
But Fang Yu knew that it was just an illusion, and the hand he saw was nothing more than an attack from the soul level.
When the opponent's attack stagnates, the illusion will naturally collapse-
He could probably guess that Hongye and Liuying were lost in this illusion. Whether it was a shadow dancer or a craftsman, when facing attack methods other than physical attacks, he always lacked the necessary response methods.
He himself is actually the same, but if he hadn't received a warning from the encounter between Liuying and Hongye, then he would be a little too incompetent.
The difference is that he knows how to take the initiative.
Fang Yu didn't say anything nonsense, and immediately threw away the lion gun in his hand, pulled out another firearm, aiming at the right hand and pulling the trigger.
As he expected, under the limitations of the gravity trap, the shadow had lost its means of dodging, and the dark smoke spread particularly slowly. Before he could react, he had been shot three times.
Fang Yu had known in advance that physical attacks could work for the other party. The next moment he heard the other party let out a low roar, and the sound was filled with shame and anger.
Filmmakers are undoubtedly wise—
Fang Zhu did not expect to kill this thing with only three shots. He is not a professional gunman, and the firearms he uses are also the most basic. The damage is not high and there is no additional effect.
But he just hoped to stop the other party for a moment, just to buy enough time for the craftsmen who left that Yuechen.
In the fierce battle, life and death will always be divided, and he never thought that he would survive.
He threw away the firearms in his hand. The filling speed of these old-fashioned firearms was basically unnecessary to expect. Being able to play a round of roles in battle was the greatest effect they could do.
What's more, the gravity trap can only trap the other party for a while. Fang Zhu actually silently estimated the time in his heart. The biggest advantage of craftsmen on the battlefield is actually their judgment of the situation. Distraction can make them pay attention to every detail in the battle situation at all times.
There are some details that may not be useful, but they are accumulated enough to form an advantage.
They are not masters who are good at fighting, but they must be qualified war artists. They can play the greatest role if they are surrounded by teammates, otherwise.
The components on their hands are not impossible to use either.
The gravity trap really disappeared at that moment.
The six-legged component was damaged in a jumping electric light because it was too overloaded and could not be reused. This is a common problem for the few modified "Ts-1 lurkers" of square leopards. This small low-level energy center of the construction cannot supply the "gravity core" and the "transmission core" from the mirror at the same time, so it can only be used in overload.
Once used, its energy center will burn into a piece of coke.
At that moment, Fang Zhu fired his flying claws that he called the "Rocket Fist" to the shadow, but the tall shadow only roared, raised his hand to block it up, and swept his control gloves and the cable behind it.
The other party is obviously not only good at attacking at the soul level, but also has amazing power.
Moreover, Fang Rong noticed that when his control gloves were in contact with the shadow, a purple light suddenly jumped out of the magic furnace behind him, and the two spare magic crystals inserted on it suddenly exploded into powder.
Before he could react to what was going on, the clockwork fairy controlled by him, as well as the gloves that flew out, fell to the ground in a purple light.
"Inefficient energy utilization-"
“Bad imitation.”
In Fang Zhu's astonishment, a roaring sound suddenly came from the shadow.
The next moment, the other party had raised his claws and swept across the direction he was.
Chapter completed!