700.m39. The Agricultural World of Seul on the Edge of the Sun Sector.
It's two o'clock in the afternoon daylight saving time.
In the field under direct sunlight at noon, a strong man waved a branch and drove three skinny serfs out of the shade of the barn. The strong man had a baby face that was extremely inconsistent with his body shape, and he was 1.9 meters tall.
With his gnarled muscles, it was hard to tell his true age for a moment.
He waved the branch in his hand childishly and pointed to the hillside in the distance:
"Listen to my order! Target the hillside ahead! Run back and forth for 1 kilometer. Soldiers, charge!"
After saying that, he dropped the branch and ran out at the lead. After running for tens of meters, the strong man turned around and found that the three serfs were not moving, so he jumped up and shouted at the serfs from a distance:
"Run! Why don't you run! You don't obey orders! I will ask the instructor to put you in confinement!"
"Your throne is above! My Master Calvin, if we can bring you out, we three brothers will be taking a huge risk! We can't run anymore, we really can't run!"
The three serfs complained incessantly. Seeing that Calvin did not respond, they simply lay on the ground and began to roll around.
Seeing this, the strong man had no choice but to walk back slowly, muttering as he walked: "You guys are not having fun. Come out and listen to me if you agree! I'm going to tell the butler, Uncle Levin!"
The three serfs looked at each other. It was obvious that the butler Levin in the strong man's mouth was more intimidating than the strong man himself, so the eldest of the three was pushed out and said to the strong man flatteringly:
"Master! It's not that we don't want to run, it's just that we can't run anymore! So, let's change the game and just..." While speaking, Serf A winked at the other two.
"Just what you said last time about the scout grabbing tongues! The three of us are hiding, you come and catch us!" Serf B next to him continued.
"Yes, yes! Master, you are really good at this!" Serf C received the hints from the two men and said hurriedly.
"Okay, we agreed that we can't run this time. Then it starts with me." The strong man happily turned his back, faced the wall of the barn, and started counting the time loudly:
"1!2!3!......"
The three serfs looked at each other, chuckled, and wanted to run to the storage room on the top floor of the barn, pull out the ladder, and no one would be able to find them. If it weren't for laziness, who would have thought of this unconscious man?
Where will the eldest young master be brought out?
However, the three of them had just reached the door of the barn when a woman came face to face. Her thin body and shabby clothes could not hide the ferocious look on her face.
Just as the three of them were about to scream, the woman waved her hand and knocked them all down to the ground. Obviously, this was an unregistered illegal psychic, or to put it in a familiar way, this was a
Witch.
The witch's condition was extremely bad. After knocking down the three people, she swayed on the spot and forced herself to walk into the barn. She hoped to find a shady place to rest.
"20! Time's up! I'm here to catch you!" The strong man ran towards the barn with a happy face. Hearing his footsteps getting closer and closer, the witch who had just relaxed suddenly became nervous. There was not much psychic energy left.
, on the way to escape below, you must reserve strength to prepare for emergencies... While thinking about the witch's eyes, you walked quickly around the barn.
"That's it." The witch picked up the hoe by the wall and slowly walked to the shadow-covered side of the barn door. Waiting for the strong man to enter...
It's five o'clock in the afternoon daylight saving time.
The sun lingers on the horizon, refusing to go down. The dim sunlight shines on a small town on the edge of the mountains and forests. On the roof during dinner time, scattered smoke from cooking utensils floats up and is blown away by the wind. There is no sound of people or barking dogs in the houses and alleys.
Unheard. An ominous atmosphere enveloped this supposedly lively village.
"Tap tap tap tap" followed by a series of rapid and powerful footsteps, a dozen female warriors in black armor and tall ponytails, armed with long guns and short cannons, walked out of various parts of the town in a battle formation, covering each other.
They gathered briefly in the open space in front of the church and quickly walked out.
After passing through the two lifeless guards at the simple wooden village gate, and re-opening the hunting formation, Kassin, the leader of the second team, the leader of the pursuit, moved forward while speaking quickly to Aldeline, the leader of the first team, in sign language.
Communicating with:
"Not a single person was left alive! In the name of the Emperor, that bastard must pay the price for her actions!"
"Calm down, Sister Cassin. She doesn't have much left in her psychic abilities."
"I know! Counting this time just now, this is the third time."
"She hasn't slept in a week."
"Yes, Sister Aldeline, I can feel that she is like a strange beast, waiting for the upcoming trial!"
"No, sister, I mean her spirit has collapsed. What we are about to face may be the last struggle of a beast."
"I know……"
Half an hour later, several kilometers of wheat fields were quickly cleared, and the encirclement was getting smaller and smaller. At the end of the field in the distance, the barns storing grain and farm tools were clearly visible.
"This is it, control this place! Find her! I want to live!"
Sixteen figures in the shape of a crescent moon quickly passed through the waves of golden wheat as high as a person, and surrounded the barn at the end of the field.
The witch stood at the door of the barn, with no intention of running away. The bodies of the three serfs were still lying on the same spot, and the remaining strong man was also unconscious by the door.
The witch's clothes were covered with mud and plant ash. The witch, who had had enough rest, wanted to go back to the forest through the barn to escape pursuit, but the large flood ditch behind the barn apparently played a fatal joke on her.
The 10-meter-wide ravine and the raging water in it made the nearby forestland out of reach, which made the witch who was already on the verge of collapse completely give up on herself. She simply stood at the door and waited for the arrival of her pursuers. Obviously, this was her
The final battlefield of choice.
Sixteen nuns surrounded the witch with loaded weapons. Three of them raised their bolt guns and aimed at the witch's body from a safe distance from the front. The remaining nuns began to occupy high points and extended their flanks to the edge of the ditch to prevent the witch from jumping into the water and escaping. After all, she was still alive.
Only witches are qualified to become the emperor's firewood.
When the encirclement was completely completed, the new initiate next to the nun captain Cassin said to the witch in High Gothic after reading the captain's sign language:
"Just surrender, witch! Only by sacrificing your dirty soul to the Emperor can you pay for your sins!"
"You...you forced me! I...never thought about it!"
Vague Gothic came out of the witch's mouth, and it was obvious that the first three "howls" had caused serious damage to her vocal cords.
"You...you can't even hope to catch me alive! I know what happens to those who are caught! You...you all have to pay the price!"
The witch opened her mouth, exhausted the remaining strength in her body, and began her final "singing". The powerful spiritual energy began to spread with her as the center along with the physical shock wave, and the ripples visible to the naked eye interfered with the aiming of the surrounding nuns.
"Not enough! This is not enough! A little more! A little more! If you don't have psychic powers, then take away my soul too!"
The corners of the witch's eyes began to crack, and the burning blood flowing from the corners of her mouth proved that she was giving herself to the subspace on the other side of the mirror in exchange for more power.
Unprecedentedly powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, accompanied by soul-penetrating terrifying howls, spread around the witch. Black blood flowed from her facial features, and even the blood vessels on her skin burst, and the dripping blood resisted the force of the earth's core.
Gravity floated around her, and then was evaporated by the waves that continued to spread.
The nuns were curled up in pain, trembling, and even the weapons in their hands fell to the ground. The spiritual pressure continued to increase, and the boundary between subspace and reality was being destroyed. Obviously, the desperate witch was burning herself at the cost of burning herself.
Give them the final blow.
Cassin has never felt such pain. The speed of her body in the past is now extremely difficult to move her fingers. The anti-psychic grenade is hung on the buckle on her waist, less than 30 centimeters away from her fingers. As long as she can hold it
Come, pull out the safety, and it will all be over.
But obviously the witch knew who was leading this force. She had suffered enough at the hands of Cassin in the previous hunt. Her open mouth was facing Cassin, and her eyes with black blood and tears were tightly closed with hatred.
Staring at her right hand, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot.
The small movements of Cassin's fingers were obviously discovered, and this once again angered the witch.
After reaching her limit, the fluctuations in spiritual pressure suddenly strengthened again and became higher and higher. The sky began to lose color, and the low hum of the subspace penetrated the boundaries of reality and echoed in everyone's ears. Some nuns had already begun to faint.
The witch's body began to be covered with black flames. What was taken in advance must be given in advance. When the price has been paid, the harvest is unstoppable. Her abilities have far exceeded the upper limit of the Beta level, and she has begun to move towards the legendary
Alpha moves forward. When she reaches the peak of herself, it is also the time when she completely loses herself.
The body of the farmer at his feet was the first to be decomposed after being unable to withstand the fluctuations of spiritual energy. Like paper after smoldering, it completely retained the appearance of his life, but a gust of wind blew through the entire body like black dust drifting away in the wind.
It seemed that the strong man inside the door could not escape his fate. The nuns a little further away had all lost consciousness, and no one could still stand, except Cassin.
"A little closer, a little closer!"
Cassin muttered in his mind that the distance of 1 centimeter was like a chasm, and the grabbing action was like a stop-motion animation, each frame being explained cleanly and long.
"Boom."
A sound like breaking eggshells suddenly sounded in the ears of everyone who was still conscious. The sound came from the strong man behind the witch. The unconscious man seemed to have some kind of shackles finally broken in the extreme environment. Some kind of
An indescribable thing was waking up in his body. What followed was a rapidly strengthening suction force from scratch, like a vortex neutralizing the oppression brought by the witch.
The suction force is still strengthening rapidly, swallowing up every spiritual energy present at the scene without hesitation, sucking up the surrounding spiritual energy that was originally abundant to the point of overflowing in a few seconds. Even the irreversible energy that should be burning in the witch's soul is
The flames were also drained.
The subspace's behavior of penetrating the wall of reality cannot be continued and can only fade away bitterly. The sky begins to restore its original color, the subspace that has lost its beacon begins to be pushed away by reality, and the projections of the subspace creatures dissipate in angry screams.
On the messy battlefield, only the witch stood alone in the center. Exhausted, she staggered around and looked around, then glanced at the person who caused all this with anger, then her eyes turned white and she fainted.
"What a good appetite!" The moment this thought appeared in Cassin's mind, she was noticed. She looked around with a little vigilance. The sisters were still unconscious. It seemed that she was the only one at the end of this battle.
Sober people, that's good.
The young man who ended it all slowly woke up after a low groan.
Jiang Wen slowly sat up and looked at his hands with a slightly blank look. For 14 years, he has been watching this body for too long. Is it finally time to take over?
He raised his head and looked at Cassin, the only victor in this battle. His eyes changed from the childish look before. On his originally immature face, his sharp and calm eyes immediately glanced at all the equipment on Cassin's body.
Combined with the hoe at Jiang Wen's feet, Cassin instantly realized the threat: this was a veteran.
Veterans should be treated with the respect of veterans, but unfortunately Cassin was exhausted. Without thinking too much, she chose the most effective way: got up, swooped, and threw the grenade in her hand, hitting Jiang Wen between the eyebrows. She deliberately did not use the safety grenade.
The weight was just enough to knock Jiang Wen unconscious again, and the threat was eliminated again.
Cassin picked up the bolter at his feet, walked to him, and observed him carefully for a few minutes. Then he took out his communication device, pressed the machine-readable code command that he had agreed on, and began to call for the response of the black ship in orbit.
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At 6 o'clock on Terra time, the sun, which had faithfully performed its duties all day long, set down the hillside with the joy of harvest.