The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 129 Can you light a fire?
Forcebringers are more akin to scholars.

The cultivation cost of a qualified source messenger is much higher than that of a qualified fighter.

Learning, research and progress.

Science, knowledge and evolution.

……

Such rhetoric over and over again is constantly rereading in Gwen's past. The more knowledge Gwen has, the more he has a deep doubt.

The doubt is, why do such precious scholars continue to go to war?

Why do such precious scholars have to invest in all kinds of commissions that don't make much sense.

Sending letters, looking for cats, and cleaning up weeds are like the ninja in Huo O Ninja. Maybe it can be explained by "exercising to improve the mind", but it can't answer Gwen's doubts anyway.

This kind of doubt was answered by the envoys of source power at the ministerial level.

And got the answer in this terrifying wave of monsters.

……

Gwen and other secret agents stayed at the forefront, about 2.3km away from the defense line behind them, in a ditch convenient for retreat.

"Do you need to act so solemnly?"

Gwen did not understand the attitude of the spies, and extended to the incomprehension of the behavior of the entire train moving slowly.

Is it necessary?

Hearing Gwen's inquiry, the younger secret agents all agreed a little. They belonged to the urban generation and spent more than half of their current lives on the train, so they didn't understand the impact of such a thing.

The neatly dressed Curse Blade straightened his waist, and gently sipped the black tea that was as thick as blood in the transparent kettle.

With a smile on your face:

"You ask this question because you have never seen a storm; the worst thing in this land is not extreme weather, not the snowflakes on our heads, but some incremental effect, a lovely soft An avalanche of earth-shattering snowballs rolling down from the top of the mountain. Just watch, young Brother Gwynn, and you won't have such doubts in a moment."

See her so sure.

Gwen waited suspiciously.

Waited about 10 minutes.

There was a change in the forest ahead. First, a group of snowbirds were startled, and then five rangers riding giant rats came out of it. There were many wounds on the giant rats. Among the rangers was a young Ron En. The lady lost a hand and underwent emergency treatment, her complexion was pale due to blood loss.

Another Ranger took a horn and blew.

"Get ready to light the fire."

Curseblade gave the command familiarly, ordering the secret agents to prepare the disposable scatter cannon.

The scatter cannon was a Rooter's invention - and only a Rooter would have invented such a crazy weapon.

A huge gun barrel made of impurity iron, coupled with a reusable diesel turret, is loaded with a large number of bones, broken nails, and wood chips, and the source force ball formed at the moment of firing the gun acts as a fragile shell wall to wrap these The dross was spurted out in one breath.

Since the fragile source ball cannot really 'like a ball', the 'cannonball' with many edges, corners and debris will destroy the barrel of impurity iron in one go, and use the secondary power provided by its explosive chamber instantly , let the 'cannonball' disintegrate after it is released from the chamber, forming an extremely vicious surface killing net.

Gwen adjusted the orientation of the gun barrel with the source force, and at the same time used his own thinking space to simulate the bombardment surface of the cannon, and confirmed that there was probably nothing wrong...

This kind of thing on the battlefield is enough to be usable!It doesn't matter if it's flawed or not!
……

In the forest, there was a deathly solitude.

It's like the calm before the storm.

Gwen looked at the edge of the trench and watched the snow mixed with mud dripping down, a feeling of panic emerged from the bottom of her heart.

When he fell into a little panic, he was patted heavily on the shoulder.

She is a strange spy, a mature big sister.

She cried out:
"Calm down, calm down, don't mess yourself up!"

One by one, the old secret agents helped the new secret agents get rid of their fear.

Very simple.

As insulting as it may sound, being loud is a source of courage for many.The so-called walking at night, there are brothers singing folk songs while walking drunk, I am afraid that even female ghosts are afraid of you!

The sense of panic brought about by the silence at this moment was easily resolved by the old fritters.

The spies remembered their own training, gained strength from the hard work and training over and over again, calmed down, and prepared their firearms to face the front of the trench.

Curseblade read aloud the spies' philosophy:

"Do as much as you can, never end the time of despair!"

This slogan also made the spies more calm.

The Utopian translation of the concept of secret agents is quite a mouthful. Simply put, it is "do what you can do as much as possible, but you will never stand up when you are desperate, and run what you have to run."

The roaring sound from far to near, and the sound like countless ground drilling machines working on the main road began to reverberate.

The first tree fell.

Then the second, and the third.

Six—or was it seven?In short, Gwen's unidentifiable number of ship-slashing crabs burst out of the forest at the same time, and at the same time, murlocs, shark lizards, kappa, swamp nick... These monsters that are closely related to "water" rushed out Come out, there are even powerful monsters such as Naga and river demon trolls appearing.

Densely packed.

Can't see the edge.

Gwen couldn't make out how many monsters it was.

This wave has greatly exceeded the number they can handle.

He looked to Curseblade to see that the others were doing the same.

"Fire the cannonball while the source force messenger prepares, Gwen, can you use your source force to create a big fire?"

Create fires in snow?

Gwen looked up at the never-ending snowflakes, the extreme cooling caused by the utopian blower, which made the sky never-ending snow.The temperature is very cold, should we use the source power of the warming system in this situation?
He thought of Long Yan.

Nodding vigorously: "I will try."

"Just do your best."

After Curse Blade finished speaking, he picked up his submachine gun and swiped the shuttle first.

As her gun went off, more secret agents began to shoot.

From a certain point of view, the marksmanship they practiced so hard is meaningless at this time.

Facing so many monsters, even if some blind men are recruited to come over now and let them shoot straight ahead with guns and triggers, they can undoubtedly press all the bullets on the monsters.

At the same time the disposable scatter cannons fired.

The torrent of the monster split in two as if it had hit a hard rock.

thick smoke.

The smell of burning diesel.

And the horrifying stench of a large amount of flesh and blood stimulated the new detectives who faced such a terrifying wave of monsters for the first time.They roared, selflessly improving their source power under the pressure.

One spy even awakened his own source power because of this, it seems to be manipulating the blood on the ground to form some kind of puppet similar to a skeleton to attack.

There are also secret detectives who can't hide their abilities, and have exposed the ability to call against the wind, delaying the impact of monsters as much as possible.

The ability of the source force messenger can be replaced on the battlefield, but there is no power released by any kind of machine with such high precision and high degree of freedom of control as the source force messenger!
As the force envoys used their abilities, the wave of monsters began to slow down about a hundred meters in front of the trench.

The curse blade also used its source power ability, although it had some reservations.

What she exposed this time was the ability of the conversion system, transforming the source power into a phantom sword and shooting it out, and after hitting it, she died, and at the same time, she could form a spell wall to push forward.The degree of integration of offense and defense is quite high, although it is a bit rough.

"Are you ready?"

Curseblade asked Gwen.

"I need some time." Gwen felt the gathering of source power and the absence of warm elements in the air.

"With a little more time, we will have to abandon this trench immediately. This will make our income zero, and all the military expenses we spend will be in vain."

Gwen glanced at Cursed Blade angrily.

But since he himself said 'I can try', he had no choice but to hold back his patience, and then said: "If you can create some heat on the battlefield?"

Curseblade had the answer.

She doesn't ask why or anything else, she's the kind of person who will do it as long as she knows that 'it works'.

She called three undercover detectives and ordered, "Let the others throw Molotov cocktails."

"Did not enter optimal distance..."

"Throw."

"it is good."

The secret agents neatly greeted the lower-level secret agents to throw out the Molotov cocktails in their hands.

This incendiary bottle is made of a special kind of oil. Although the producers are unwilling to disclose it, according to some small reports and the gossip that Gwen heard from the cat lamp, it should be a solid burning oil made of 'seal oil'. It is a very dangerous weapon that mixes small shaking and thunder-throwing gunpowder with an airtight seal. After being thrown out, it will spread as much as six meters to eight meters in one fell swoop after being broken.

A sea of ​​flames soon began to burn from a position about [-] or [-] meters outside the trench.

In snowy weather, the throwing distance is not ideal.In addition, the secret agents have not learned how to use throwing weapons, so it is very ridiculous.If it was in an ancient war, you would be ridiculed by the hostile opponent, right?

But that's enough for now.

Gwen didn't ask for this flame to burn among the enemies.

As long as it's burning it's fine.

Gwen listened to the sound of the burning flame and felt its warmth from a distance of more than ten meters.

Flame can burn or warm.Fire can heal as well as punish.

A conflagration can destroy a monument of civilization.

A small flame can also represent a civilization's transformation from raw hair and blood to enlightenment.

Gwen listened to the flames, and the warmth told endless stories.Tells the story that the flames are one, and the will of all flames are one.

He understands fire.

And a flame burned on his source power.

He looked at the endless wave of monsters, but what he saw was that the water flooded the land.Flame never hated water, nor did water hate fire, but now is the time for flame to announce that it has a place in this snowy sky, and it should be the fire for every traveler.

— Gwen, can you start a fire?

He would now answer 'no question'.

The source power appeared with his breathing, and the source power strengthened by White was constantly improving.

The skirt made of flames is not light.

Gwen held the lightsaber in one hand and pointed to the sky.

tumultuous!
The flames on the ground shot up tens of meters high!

The continuous, continuous source of power fueled the growth of the flames, and the flames gradually formed a dome in the sky, forming an item with a certain sacred feeling.The flames that were almost beyond the imagination of ordinary origin messengers condensed into a lake in the sky.

An undercover detective rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Suka?"

Her companion pinched her thigh and gasped after hearing her scream: "I'm super, Long Yan!"

Even the eyes of the curse blade were wrong, and he shook his lips before uttering a word: "Secret investigation version Longyan?"

"I'm super, Dragon."

"I'm super, Yan."

Even the endless wave of monsters paused for a moment.This moment is enough for Gwen to activate his source power.

A specialized ability based on Bride of Flames' ability to 'raise flames'.Gwen hid the shadow beast cultivated by the source power she devoured in the flames, giving the invisible fire its weight and shape.It is in the form of water.

"Fall, my flame."

Gwen murmured.

In the next moment, like a blizzard, flames like a waterfall rushed down from the sky, whizzing down with an unstoppable weight of hundreds of tons of liquid.

The ground is like a trampoline for children to play, and a surprisingly heavy adult jumped off.

The loud rumbling noise covered the entire space in an instant.

Even the source force envoys had to cover their ears with their hands to prevent their eardrums from being ruptured.

But this is superfluous.

The source of warmth, even the voice is warm!
Gwen thought triumphantly.

In his mind, Long Gewen asked with a sinister smile.

——[Ouch, there is a snow girl over there who was melted by you, isn't it too warm?And that big lobster, hey, why did the shell turn red?Could it be cooked?No way?It must be too warm, right? 】

Gwen has nothing to do with Long Gewen. The other party can already get rid of the oil painting, and can no longer use black cloth to punish him.

He could only shut up annoyed.

By the way, Gwen found that Mao Deng was still trying to sell his own face. If he asked them to help him, as long as he didn't violate Mao Deng's 1008 principles, they would think about it a little bit.So he can also let the cat lanterns carry out targeted attacks...

But it doesn't work for Long Gewen, Long Gewen will also float, as long as she drags the cat lights around for 2 seconds, the cat lights will be tired and scream, and start to collapse on the ground and turn into cat liquid.

Gwen looked ahead.

Fire is shining.

The sea of ​​flames that overwhelmed the world is still spreading, and the source power is slowly recovering, and the warm power fills Gwen's body, making Zhixin feel warm.

This scene has already made the detectives start guessing:
"I bet he is at least 90% of the blood quality of Longyan!"

"96%, Long Yan was also a handsome man before!"

"99%, I'm afraid it's not super direct!"

It was the curse blade that interrupted the guessing of the secret agents: "We should withdraw, please thank Mr. Gwen, he bought us enough time, left decently, and planted a batch of explosives dignifiedly enough, Block the monster's attack again. Two blocks, this credit is enough for us to get enough profits in the future..."

She glanced at Gwen.

When the spies heard this, they quickly got ready.

Only then did Gwen slightly feel a residual image in front of her eyes, and some dizziness came from her head.

——Too much energy has been expended in one breath, a little, exploded?
Then a scent of peppermint pulled him back from the slightly dizzy nausea.

What is in front of him is the palm of the curse blade that has taken off the glove, and on it is a mint that is so precious in Utopia.

Looked up.

Curseblade's empty, emotionless smile was facing him:
"Take one, it's good for your current state."

"..."

Gwen accepted it and nodded:

"Ah."

　Tomorrow, it seems that we can play Sandstone Town, meow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)