Chapter 41 Decision

A piece of divine radiance centered on gentleness spreads out to the surroundings, bathing everyone around in it.

Arias only felt a warm, indescribable sense of comfort rising to his heart.

Accompanied by this piece of holy light, five beams of holy light rose from the bodies of the five summoned soldiers including Frost to the sky.

Then the five people stood up in the beam of light, and looked at each other with surprise in their eyes, obviously surprised at how they came back to life. The wounds on their bodies gradually healed in the beam of light, but the beam of light disappeared after only a short while. Frost and the others found that their injuries had not healed, but at least they were alive.

Kafka touched his whole body: "What's going on? If I remember correctly, I should be dead... Am I dead? Am I dead?"

Fei Xi nodded with certainty: "I'm not sure if I'm dead, but I'm sure you are a dead person, because I saw you die with my own eyes."

"And you?" Michelle asked.

"I think I'm dead, too," Faisy replied.

Lyle interjected, "Yes I saw you dead, Facy, I'm pretty sure of that, oh, and the head is dead too, even though he's standing next to me right now."

Frost spread his hands: "This is really interesting, maybe God is showing his spirit."

"No, it's the chief who is showing the spirit." Arias replied: "I was still sad because of your departure just now, but in a blink of an eye you came back to life...Who will pay for my tears?"

The gentle brow is wrinkled.

She noticed one thing: the five soldiers, including Frost, only recovered a hundred points of life.

Yes, only 100 points were recovered, but the maximum healing amount of Angel of Dawn's redemption should be 1,000 points, and it should be 200 points when divided among five people. Even if someone's vitality is not as high as this, at least people like Lyle and Feixi can recover to full capacity. But now everyone has only recovered a hundred points.

there is a problem!

Gentle heart a chill.

At this time, three minutes had passed since she used Andariel's blood, and the snake touch on her back and the beast claw on her right hand were all gone. Logically speaking, this bloodline should have completely disappeared, but she could still feel the bloodline of Andariel raging in her body.

Although this power no longer conflicts with the Dawn Angel bloodline, but his own redemption skills have weakened, which makes the nature of the problem obviously serious.

But Ruan just smiled faintly after all, and said to Frost: "This is my ability, but each adventure can only be used once. You can't die a second time in this mission, otherwise no one will be able to save you."

"Yes sir, we understand!" Frost gave a military salute respectfully.

However, after the military salute, Frost did not let go of his hand, but stared at Wen Rou closely. Not only him, but even other soldiers were also watching Wen Wen.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Rou was stunned, she looked down at herself, and immediately understood.

It turned out that she had gone through a series of hard battles, claws and fires, and your high-quality clothes were also severely damaged, resulting in a serious leak of spring.

No one cared about fleeing desperately before, but now they relax, seeing such a scene, how can a group of young soldiers not forget themselves for a moment, and their blood boils?

With a gentle smile: "Does it look good?"

Frost's face flushed suddenly, and he stood at attention again: "I'm sorry for my rudeness, sir!"

After all, he was an excellent officer. He was only in a trance for a moment, and then quickly regained consciousness, standing at attention without squinting. Not only him, but all the soldiers stood at attention at the same time, not daring to look at Rou Rou again.

"It doesn't matter." Gentle said lightly: "There is no difference between men and women in battle, only life and death. You can't even look at this, so don't mess around in this kind of world. In the world before me, people dressed more than this It’s not uncommon to rarely go to the street, so don’t take it too seriously.”

As she spoke, she casually took out a new dress from the bloody coat of arms, and took off the tattered old clothes,

She even changed into new clothes in public—in fact, she had no better place to cover herself, so she might as well be generous.

For the gentle answer, Frost was full of admiration.

"You are a fine fighter, sir!"

"thanks."

Ten minutes later, Lao Meng came back.

"Belia is dead." He said, throwing a box to Wen Rou casually.

Inside was a vial of the Lord of Lies' blood, two runestones, and a scroll.

C-level magical body skill scroll: After use, it can increase the maximum life of the designated target by 10% and the corresponding life. Each level increases the effect by 10%. The highest level is 5. It is limited to summoned life, and the same target cannot be used. Superimposed, the duration is ten minutes, the spirit consumption is 2, and the cooling time is 3 seconds.

"It's a pity that it's not super-accelerated." Gentle muttered, if Ivy was here, it would be great if I exploded Beria a few times, maybe it would really explode.

She looked at Lao Meng: "What do you want?"

According to the rules, except for the Horadric Cube, Lao Meng will get half of all other harvests, so I asked Lao Meng gently.

Lao Meng looked at the black lightning that was almost burnt to scrap iron not far away, then looked at Wen Rou, and then replied: "I don't take advantage of you, this trip can be successful, you have worked much harder than me , and even consumed a bottle of Andariel's blood for this, and this bottle of blood is your compensation. We split the other half, and the scroll and runestone belong to you. The blueprints for making sabers and undead creatures belong to me."

Wen Rou frowned slightly: "You really want that blueprint so much?"

Lao Meng didn't answer, just looked at Wen Rou quietly.

Gentle sighed: "Okay, I agree."

She waved her hand, and Lyle handed over the saber to Lao Meng.

Then said softly: "Do you have a cigarette? Give me one."

Lao Meng flicked a cigarette to her: "Why did you think of smoking?"

"I'm upset." Rourou took the cigarette, and took a deep breath on the lingering flames on the ground.

"What's the trouble with winning a battle?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just come here as your mother and aunt."

"..."

Rourou had put the black lightning into the coat of arms, and said to the six soldiers: "Let's go, it seems that we are going back to Lu Gaoyin again. That's fine, take a walk along the way, take a look at the scenery, don't forget to send John and the others Call me here, where did they go? By the way, Lao Meng, tell me a story about Singapore by the way, I heard that the men there are quite sissy?"

"Do you think I look like a sissy?"

"elephant."

"..."

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On the fifth floor of the Royal Prison, Shen Yi was thinking with a gloomy face.

He didn't think for a long time, just over twenty seconds, but the people who were waiting seemed to have been waiting for three autumns.

Hong Lang jumped out with his battle ax in hand: "What are you thinking about? After a while, you take King Kong, Yi Yu and Ai Wei to help Fatty, and they and I stay behind to block them."

"You have a good idea! Six against fourteen, I don't do that!" Zou Yi shouted.

Shen Yi waved his hand: "I'm talking about this later, everyone should turn off the team channel first, so that Luo Hao can't hear us. Zou Yi, how did they know the location of the Royal Prison?"

"How do I know!" Zou Yi yelled angrily, "Maybe they have already found out the address of other mission points, maybe they just searched around after completing the mission, and they just happened to bump into it!"

Shen Yi immediately shook his head: "No, no, they came here directly."

Zou Yi asked back, "How do you know?"

Shen Yi pointed to the time on the bloody coat of arms: "Because this is not the closest mission point to the mysterious refuge. Look at the time, it has only been less than an hour since the completion of the mission of the mysterious refuge. With a distance of more than one kilometer, they ran non-stop along the way, heading straight for this place! The fourteen people were originally at different speeds, but now they arrived together, which shows that they have already made an appointment!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"Bastards!" Hong Lang roared and jumped up, pointing at Huang Tian and them with the slaughtering battle axe: "You bastards must have betrayed us!"

The faces of Huang Tianyang and the others changed drastically, and Li Jianjian roared violently: "Your surname is Hong, don't you fucking wrong a good person, I never do such a thing!"

"Come on, I think it's because of your grievances and intentional frame-up. The bastard Sang Sansana just now advised us to fight Duriel first. If we listen to you, we won't know how we will die by then..."

"Hong Lang shut up!" Shen Yi shouted in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with them!"

"But Shen Yi..."

Shen Yi has already roared: "I say it doesn't matter, it means it doesn't matter, do you want to question my decision?"

Hong Lang opened his mouth, and finally moved away reluctantly, but he still didn't forget to give the four people a hard look when he stepped back.

Although he couldn't understand why Shen Yi wanted to protect these four people like this, but he dared not and was unwilling to disobey Shen Yi's order.

Shen Yi had already shouted in a low voice: "There is no evidence to prove that this matter is related to anyone, so I will not suspect anyone casually. Everyone just pretended not to hear what Hong Lang said, did you hear it!"

"Understood!" All members of the Broken Blade team replied at the same time.

Sang Sansa snorted coldly: "You sound nice, since your team members no longer trust us, then we..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yi suddenly interrupted: "Armor-piercing bullets!"

With this sound, he suddenly turned around and kicked, this kick was urgent and fast, and it was kicking Sang Sansa in the face. On Sansa's forehead, he roared: "I give you two choices. One: Continue to maintain mutual trust, and we are still our own. Two: Stop trusting and part ways. In order to avoid future troubles, I will kill people now. Three seconds Consider time, one, two..."

Huang Tianyang shouted: "Trust you!"

Shen Yi looked at Li Jianren and Hong Yin.

"trust."

"trust."

Sang Sansa snorted reluctantly: "Trust..."

"very good!"

Shen Yi withdrew his gun and retreated, and when he walked past Hong Lang, he said in French: "Next time you mess things up impulsively, I'll sew your mouth shut!"

"Understood, head!"

"Then think about what you did wrong first! Bastard!"

Hong Lang lowered his head: "I know, a big battle is imminent, creating internal strife and weakening strength..."

When he spoke later, his voice dropped.

Although Hong Lang had a simple mind, he was not a real idiot after all, no matter how stupid he was, he still realized why Shen Yi wanted to protect the four of them.

There were fourteen adventurers rushing over, and there were ten on their side. Although the number was four fewer, their strength might not be much worse. Hong Lang accused Huang Tianyang and the other four people without any evidence, not to mention whether they did it or not. In this way, the other four people were pushed into a confrontational situation, which could easily lead to a situation of six vs. eighteen, with a disparity in strength between them. It's big.

If they really did it, then they should pretend not to know, wait for the opportunity to make troubles during the battle, and create opportunities. Maybe the consequence is still failure, but at least there is still the possibility of escaping and killing the "traitor".

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is an extremely stupid act to openly accuse "allies" without tangible evidence, even if their suspicions are indeed so great.

Hong Lang's excitement jumped out, bringing the problem to the surface, forcing Shen Yi to immediately take strong measures to suppress the four of them. He also knows that the consequences of doing so are actually bad, but when the battle is about to start, he has no time to do more appeasement-violent solution may not be the best method, but at least it is the most efficient method.

No matter what troubles lie ahead, at least get through the difficulties in front of him first. Fortunately, his prestige is extremely high now, and others dare not disobey what he says.

It's just that if the Broken Blade team falls into a full-scale crisis, then everything will be hard to say.

"Then what should we do now?" King Kong realized the problem earlier than Hong Lang.

"As long as they can't be sure that we will be defeated, they won't dare to turn against the water easily, so this battle must be resolved quickly, and the peace must be fought. But before that, they have to say hello to Luo Hao...he should stay inside more It's been a while."

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PS:

Regarding this chapter, I think some friends may say that Hong Lang is stupid and always messes things up, so I want to defend him first.

In fact, it's not that Hong Lang is stupid, it's just that Shen Yi is too rational.

There is nothing in this world that we can do if we understand the truth.

Like myself.

I know that I can only reflect badly on me by calling people names in my book—no matter what the right reasons you have, there are bound to be people for and against. Support will not add a batch of readers to you, but opposition may make you lose a batch of readers.

From this point of view, as an author, low-key and silent writing is the best choice, but I just can't do it!

Since I can't even do such a simple little bit of patience, if someone framed me behind my back, I think it is absolutely impossible for me to endure it.

Reason and emotion are originally in conflict. If rational choices can be made so easily, then it is not rational, and outstanding people will no longer be rare.

Also therefore I am not outstanding.

Of course, in order to comfort myself, I found a small excuse for myself: I will be very upset if I don't scold. I'm upset, so I'm not in the mood to code. After I scolded, I felt refreshed and had no psychological burden, so I could concentrate on my work. Because at that time, it was my enemy who was angry, not me.

This excuse is not bad.

According to JJ, at least I have a clear idea.

But so I also know that it is really not easy to be a person who chooses rationally, especially in such a short period of time.

Fortunately, my working environment is established in the online novel world where clicks and favorites are the only criteria. In this environment, grades are the only criterion for testing everything. Social relations are not important, and even harmful to the author. Because that just distracts us.

But in a society where people communicate frequently, these issues will become much more important, and a person who doesn't know how to endure is destined not to go too far in social achievements.

So please learn from me, don't learn from me, think twice before acting!

Pulling away, let's get back to the topic, what I want to say is actually:

Necessary patience is not only a rational choice, but also a bridge to success. With my temper, I can't climb the tower of the pinnacle, but I hope my readers can do it.

I would like to wish every reader who likes my novels, and wish you success in your career and smooth sailing!