Terra's Magnetic Field

But in this situation, is there any other choice besides giving it a try?

The result of fighting is a life-or-death situation, but delaying will surely lead to death!

"I can't think so much!" As Nian made up his mind, the protective magic weapon beside him flew to the opposite side like a rainstorm. As Nian expected, the chains of the Lateran woman began to entangle the target.

"One, two, three, four, five... six... thirteen... twenty-five... thirty-six..." As more and more targets were captured, the remaining chains became slower and slower. "Is this your limit? Stopping forty targets at the same time..."

Just when she saw hope of escape, a chilling feeling came over her. She quickly mobilized the remaining magical energy in her body to form a red light film to protect herself.

Mostima crossed his two staffs, and the spell energy injected into them merged into a blade of light as he swung them vigorously, slashing forward with the momentum of cutting through time and space. The blade was bluish-purple in color and had a clock-like texture on its surface. Looking down from above, it looked like half of a large dial.

【Key to Time】

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"What...?!" Although most of the damage was offset when Nian's light membrane came into contact with Mostima's light blade, the remaining force still knocked her several meters away, and Wan in her arms fell down.

"Chain of Desolation" has never been Mastema's killer move, but just a means for her to contain the enemy. However, this move is so useful that it always produces superb results, so many people regard it as her core skill, and are caught off guard by the sudden "Key of Sequence of Time".

Although he had guessed that Mostima had other killing moves before, he did not expect it to be this kind of spell attack that had nothing to do with the chains. Although he finally found out Mostima's trump card, he had to pay the price of his life for it.

Mastema once again poured her strength into the staff. The next swing would surely chop the two Yan country women into pieces! Thinking of this, she became excited again. Every time she killed an opponent stronger than before, she would feel that her strength had reached a new level. The more she fought against the strong, the more she could feel the "power" given to her by the Lord!

Being strong is a gift and also a favor. She believes that she is a loved one by God, just as Wan believes that she is blessed by the earth.

"The Key of Time!" Mastema shouted out her ultimate move in front of all the Lateran religious knights. She used it to consolidate her prestige, which was exactly the same as Wan.

How similar are they? They all crave battle, they all use fear to maintain their rule, and they all grow up in killing...

The clock-shaped light blade produced by the violent swing of the staff cuts through the air, leaving deep marks wherever it passes. After hitting the target, it explodes and stirs up a cloud of dust.

A scroll appeared out of thin air and quickly stretched out. The unfolded canvas absorbed the impact of the light blade and took away Nian Wan who was lying on the ground. Then it closed and disappeared into the void, as if it had never existed.

The soldiers were shocked and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

“Space magic?” Mostima was not flustered by this. In her opinion, it would be strange if the opponent was killed so easily. She speculated based on the situation just now, “It seems that the East does have mysteries that I have never seen before…”

That’s all for today.

Volume 46: Chapter Chapter Thunder of Heavenly Punishment

From the summer to the autumn of Terra 0081, Lateran had smooth sailing in the eastern lands. Although there were some local forces resisting, they basically did not cause any waves. The local resistance wars in Yan Country continued, but still did not stop the Lateran people from continuing their eastward expedition.

That period was the most difficult time for Wan because she became "isolated".

When Wan woke up and learned that her life was saved by Nian, her self-esteem, which had been inflated for many years, exploded into pieces like a balloon pierced by a needle. She had lived under the glory of her sister since she was a child, and her arrogant attitude was also deliberately maintained after she thought she had surpassed her sister. It was her "personality".

So what is the real Wan like in her character setting? The answer is that she is very inferior. Her ability to withstand pressure is actually very poor. She cannot withstand such a big setback at all. After experiencing the first miserable failure in her life, this tragic trait is fully revealed.

During that period, Wan completely lost his fighting spirit and spent his days eating and waiting to die in the Shang Shu resistance army led by Ling.

Ling was very happy at first, and said in his unique dialect, "Our army has gained a new brave general!" Wan's reputation had long been known throughout Yan State, but as time went on, Ling discovered that this was not the case at all.

Because if she disappeared during the charge, she would basically make no contribution to the battle. She followed the rebels just to make a living, a behavior that was later called "lying flat".

At first, when people in the army saw this abnormal phenomenon, they generally believed that Wan was "enlightened". She was thinking about how to counterattack and accumulate strength for the counterattack.

During that period, Wan was almost the top star in the army. Wherever she went, people would gather to watch her. Black Snake followed her tirelessly and said, "Wan will definitely get back at her! I will make sure those electric lights never come back!"

The reason why Black Snake was so protective of Wan was because the military debaters at the time liked to use her as a "stepping stone" and use her to "stack boxes"

Generally speaking, if Wan beat Black Snake, then Wan must be above Black Snake. If Wan fails, Black Snake's position will also be lowered. Therefore, Black Snake had to brag about Wan to improve his position in the army so that he could get more steamed buns when eating.

But later people found out that it was not the case at all. Wan did nothing at all and was just playing badly.

At that time, Wan basically had no material desires, nor any spiritual pursuits, like a walking corpse. When someone scolded her, she would answer with a very annoying expression, "Yes, yes, yes, then what do you want from me? You can ask me to kneel down for you~"

What if the other party deliberately made things difficult for her and asked her to kneel down? Would the ruthless Wan really do it? Or...

She knelt down neatly!

There will be no further trouble here.

But if someone else wants to hit her, she will first say:

"You want to hit me again? Go ahead."

Then she stood there and let the other party hit her. You can imagine how strong Wan is. Even if she doesn't defend herself, she is not someone that ordinary people can mess with. Often, even if a grown man punches her dozens of times in a row, she can act like nothing happened. She will stand there until the other man is tired of beating her. After the other man falls to the ground, she will even taunt him:

"If you don't like my attitude, I can apologize, but I'm sorry, I have no intention of changing it at all!"

Translated, it means, "I know you don't like me, but what can you do to me?"

Insult her? She doesn't care; beat her? I can't do it.

As time went by, no one bothered to cause trouble for Wan anymore. Of course, Ling and Xibao had seen all of this over the years, but they didn't say much, because Xibao was the same type. However, Xibao would occasionally help Ling with some things.

⑵IX〇Wu Shan Bar Qi⑴叄

In this way, a week is fine, a month is fine, or two months is fine...

She muddled along like this for three months, and even the easy-going Ling had lost all his patience with her. During a dinner, he pointedly said:

"The Laterans have cut off our food supply. Now the army is short of supplies and we can't afford to keep idle people..."

Translated, it means, "Now everyone is hungry, there is no food to feed you, a parasite!"

Ling might have been meant to provoke Wan. She originally thought that Wan would be encouraged by this and lead the troops to fight back and retake the food supply route, as long as Wan was still a person who cared about his reputation.

But Ling obviously underestimated Wan's bottom line. After Ling said that, Wan stood up and said politely, "If I can't stay here, I'll find another place that will stay!" Then he walked away and disappeared into the moonlight.

No one knew where Wan had gone. Even after years of sending people to look for him, no trace of him was found. It was as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

Because the battle was fierce at that time, no one cared too much about Wan's whereabouts. Anyway, with her physical condition, it would be difficult for her to die unless she was punished by God. Instead of worrying about her, it would be better to worry about when the Laterans would break into the woods where the rebels were hiding.

It was a full moon that day, and the dark clouds had dispersed after a long time. The pale moonlight poured down and dyed everything on the earth white, and even the trees took on a jade-like color.

Wan had been wandering aimlessly since she left the woods where the army was stationed, wondering where her destiny would lead her. She was already lost at that time, and she didn't know why this land had given birth to her from her mother's womb.

"Isn't it better to have a sister and other sons of God? They are much better than me and easier to get along with than me, so why did I have to be born into this cruel world? Why was I born? Why do I fight... I am like this sword..." She looked at the sword she used as a climbing crutch and said contemptuously, "I can't do anything except killing..."

"Was I born just for killing in this life?"

The more Wan thought about it, the angrier she became. She simply threw the sword into the mountain stream beside her. The crisp sound of water breaking was heard. The sword that had accompanied her in her travels and growth was ruthlessly discarded by her. At the same time, Wan also discarded her former self.

In the face of such a powerful enemy, she chose to escape. If Dadi had a conscience, she might blame this unworthy daughter, but unfortunately, Dadi chose to remain silent...

Wan threw away his sword and raised his middle finger to the moon in the sky. He then vented his anger with a series of foul language and finally shouted, "God, just kill me!"

Will God respond? The answer is yes.

God, who has been known for tormenting the common people since ancient times, has an excellent response speed.

Unlike the earth and the ocean, the sky is very straightforward.

A loud thunder suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky, and the powerful lightning struck Wan right on the top of her head, roasting her whole body into charcoal and burning the nearby trees as well.

Look! This is the sky's response!

The earth trembled and the mountain streams rushed!

"Hmm?" Ling Yixing, who was thousands of meters away, naturally saw this strange phenomenon and exclaimed, "God has shown his power! It must be telling us that it's time to counterattack!!"

Everyone in the army was excited about this, and no one knew how outrageous the thing was happening thousands of meters away.

Wan, who was burned to charcoal by the thunderbolt symbolizing heaven's punishment, never expected that she would have a feud with the sky. The earth gave her extremely strong vitality and recovery ability, allowing her to survive the thunderbolt of thousands of degrees, which made it easier for the sky to torment her from time to time. It can be said that Wan's life from then on was a life of going against the will of heaven.

A hundred years later, the sky also formed a thug like the earth and the sea. That man was called "Old Heavenly Master" by later generations. He controlled the thunder of heavenly punishment and was Wan's "lifelong enemy".

Wan lost consciousness and fell into the mountain stream...

That’s all for today.

Wanbao: I hope you have the same attitude towards your life. If someone asks you, "Ah~ Why can't you compete with the New Year?" "Ah, right, right, right~ Ah, right, right~", just start. If someone asks you, "Why can't you swim?" "Ah, right, right~ Ah, right, right~ That's it, understand?"

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Postscript: Later, the sky produced Thunder Yata

Les, the old master actually used Yatales Heaven and Earth Thunder Slash to cut Xibao's painting into pieces (just kidding)

Volume 47: Chapter Chapter Rented Love

The rental house I live in is a partition house. As the name suggests, the originally spacious room is divided into two long and narrow single rooms by partitions. In this way, the landlord can collect more rent from tenants.

The biggest drawback of this partition room is the poor sound insulation. What’s worse is that there is a young couple living next door to me, and what’s even worse is that I’m a fucking Luper!

I resigned from the Rhodes Island Medical Department in such a hurry that I didn't prepare a way out in advance. I had planned to just pack up and run away, but it happened to be a special period when Originium sandstorms frequently occurred that day. All trains leaving Rhodes Island were stopped, and I was forced to stay in this giant sweatshop that sucked the blood of the infected.

It was as if God was playing a joke on me.

So I just found a room that looked decent and rented it, planning to stay there until the sandstorm was over.

During that period, I could hear the young couple flirting with each other almost every night when they came home from get off work. Because of my racial characteristics, my hearing is particularly sharp, which should have been an advantage.

The man next door always talks sweet nothings to his woman, often promising to give her something in the future, but they are obviously squeezed into the same model apartment as me, so how many of these promises will be fulfilled? This is something that I can't figure out.

I haven't touched a woman for several years. Wanbao doesn't count. I have never seen her as a human being. Once, when I was walking home late at night, that grandson suddenly hung upside down from the street lamp above me. I was so scared that I punched him in the face.

Then my hand was diagnosed with a sprained muscle, and fafa0, who was in charge of the treatment, said that if I were Liberi, I would have broken a bone directly.

You can imagine how hard Wanbao's skin is. Sometimes I wonder if even that part of his body is hard. I don't have any worldly thoughts about this at all. This is just a purely academic discussion.

I had a girlfriend in my first year at Columbia University because the atmosphere at the university was relatively open, completely different from the conservative Yanguo Middle School. Students seemed to like to show off and compete with each other about having friends of the opposite sex, and the female students also did not hide their attraction to the opposite sex.

That's why I like to jokingly call Columbia University, where I was trained, the "Terra Dating Agency." The students there are not very serious. Although they do make academic contributions, most of them still put their lower body first.

Columbia University is home to many talented people. In addition to the aforementioned Mel and Hemmer, the famous Director Saria also graduated from there. In addition, Columbia University is opposite Columbia Guardian College, and students from the two schools often hold social gatherings and parties.

"Chen Huijie" left a deep impression on me. I met her at social gatherings and parties more than once. I also saw myself in her eyes. The moment my eyes met hers, I realized that we were "the same kind".

While others were chatting and chatting at the table and touching each other on the dance floor, the two of us were hiding on the rooftop drinking drinks. We didn't say anything when we first met, and we just waited quietly for the party to end.

I was wearing a shabby rented suit; she was wearing a very casual Adidas sweatshirt on the outside, a short-sleeved shirt with a big Yanlong dragon logo on the inside, sports shorts and sneakers on the lower body, and a baseball cap with the Adidas logo on it, with two red horns sticking out of the reserved holes.

How much does she like Adidas?

I knew she had finished her drink long ago, but she still held the straw between her lips and pretended to drink it, perhaps to avoid embarrassment, and so did I.

Later, this kind of thing happened one after another. I could see that she was the type who was not very interested in socializing like me, but she had to attend such gatherings in order to appear to fit in. Afterwards, she would lie to her friends about what kind of romantic encounter she had, etc.

Sitting there doing nothing is useless, so why not have some conversation? At the fifth rooftop beverage party, I was the first to speak:

"You are from the Guard Academy... the one... Chen Huijie, right? The one from the famous Longmen Wei Yanwu..." Since it was the first time I spoke to someone with such a huge difference in status, I seemed timid.

"So what?" When I heard her say this, I realized that the conversation was already halfway through, and I could clearly feel her dissatisfaction with the previous question.

I was so stupid! She must be very disgusted to hear others mention Wei Yanwu in front of her! Just like many rich second-generations don't like to hear others say, "You are a family member of that certain company, right?"

For some reason, these second-generation people don’t like to bask in the glory of their predecessors.

"I know you must be very disgusted to hear other people mention your uncle..." I spoke incoherently.

"If you know that, why do you still bring it up? Are you trying to make me angry on purpose?" Chen Huijie retorted tactfully. It can be seen that she is a very difficult person to serve. This kind of woman is usually very stubborn and self-righteous.

"Are you still saying bad things about me in your heart?" she asked again, but this time with a teasing tone. She turned her head to the side and looked at me with her eyebrows tilted.

Can this woman read minds? Is it a mental spell?

"I just sensed your malice. I have been particularly sensitive to this since I was a child. I can clearly

I clearly feel that some people have ill intentions towards me..."

She talked to herself, perhaps to vent her feelings.

"I've felt strange since I was a kid. The nicer the adults were to me, the more I could sense their ill will towards me. They approached you with a smile while trying every possible way to hurt you, so I couldn't trust adults."

“That’s pathetic of you, but I feel that way too,” I told her. “I feel that way sometimes, too. It’s that suffocating, sickening feeling where I can feel hostility coming from outside.”

"Then it must be very uncomfortable for you to come to a place like this," she took a sip of carbonated drink, and the bubbles in the quilt surged. "You should also be able to realize that although some people flatter you at the party, they look down on you from the bottom of their hearts. What's the point of making friends with such people?"

"In order to..." I paused to organize my words, "to make myself more sociable..."

She said sarcastically, "Like a fool."

"So you're not a fool either, are you? A fool who knows he's a fool is mocking another fool who knows he's a fool." I blurted out the words without thinking, and soon realized that I had said the wrong thing. How could I call the noble Princess Chen a "fool"? Although she was indeed a fool.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard Princess Chen say "Hmm?" in dissatisfaction, and then glared at me. Her dragon pupils shrank slightly, and the tail behind her swayed uncomfortably.

I was so scared that I almost blurted out "evil".

When I was studying history in high school, my teacher once told us a story about a peasant who ran to the wall of the imperial palace during a famine and cursed loudly. His loud curses were so loud that even the emperor who was passing by could hear it. Then the emperor asked the guards to "invite" the peasant to the court.

When he arrived at the court, the peasant still did not shut up. He continued to denounce the court's inaction and the ministers' corruption. His clever tongue made all the civil and military officials in the court ashamed.