There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

Zhuangzhong tore off Zhang Wenbo's clothes and was halfway through bandaging his wound when he seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization. He stood there in a daze, holding one end of the bandage.

Zhang Wenbo woke up at some point. His personality was actually very similar to Bai Xin's. He was cheerful and lively, but also had a fearlessness of death. Although this guy was extremely weak, he managed to support his body, took out a telescope from the ring and put it to his eyes, muttering meaningless exclamations.

"What the hell, what the hell, what the hell..."

From everyone's perspective, they could only see that after landing, Kitahara Sora shot three ineffective arrows at the archangel, and then the huge two-handed sword slashed towards him.

Then the earth began to boil within a hundred meters with Samael as the center, and the rising stone waves even climbed up to the archangel's waist!

Just when everyone was so nervous that they dared not breathe, and when Yukino's bright white teeth couldn't help biting her lower lip, the archangel stopped moving, stretched out his hand and slapped his own neck, two tiny flames appeared on her body, and then energy like tiny blood lines gushed out.

As the thick layer of ash obscured their vision, they still couldn't find where Kitahara Sora was, but the archangel had already taken off into the air.

Then there was a gorgeous aerial dance accompanied by a nerve-wrecking roar. They saw Samael's gigantic body soaring high and low in the air, rushing left and right. The most thrilling time was when He even swooped down towards everyone. What was that feeling?

A giant object over a hundred meters tall rushing towards me felt like an out-of-control passenger plane falling towards me!

But at the last second before the crash, the passenger plane passed overhead and slid into the sky.

The strong wind blew rubble and hit everyone's body, causing pain, but no one cared.

They turned their heads at the same time and continued to observe the huge bird in the sky...

He seemed to be extremely angry, extremely manic, extremely painful and unwilling, and finally, as he passed through the blood moon, he left behind a piece of unwilling shame.

At this time, everyone understood what Kitahara Sora was doing. This kind of scene is the most common plot in visual blockbusters and the most common shot in Hollywood superhero movies. Although there is no close-up, this scene is happening right in front of your eyes, and it is much more shocking than the visual impact on the screen!

Because they are caught in a battle that they cannot intervene in, and they feel the thrill of being affected and killed at any time. This is the so-called "civilian perspective" in a disaster...

Another roar was heard from the sky, and the archangel paused for a moment in the air. Then, His flying speed seemed to slow down a little.

After just over ten seconds, he straightened his body and dived into the ground headfirst!

Suddenly, a mushroom cloud of dust and smoke a hundred meters high rose into the sky. Although this charge did not carry the destructive power of the first time, the violent shaking of the earth still made everyone's eyelids jump and their hearts stopped for two seconds.

After a moment, a dull whistling sound was heard, and the archangel was like a sharp sword that pierced through the clouds and the smoke and bounced into the air again!

But the rising mushroom cloud of dust and smoke seemed to have a huge pulling force, and the other huge wing was peeled off alive, pulled, and after rising more than ten meters into the sky due to inertia and airflow, it unwillingly fell down...

"Gudong."

A lovely swallowing sound was heard, and Kazami Ichihime couldn't help swallowing her saliva. In fact, wisdom can only turn the tide when the strength is equal or the strength exceeds one's own by several times, but it is useless in the face of absolutely overwhelming force.

When two armies go to war, a clever strategy can allow a force of a thousand to win in a situation where the odds are against ten thousand. But if the two armies are compared to ants, even if there are a hundred thousand of them, it is impossible for them to defeat a professional pest control expert.

"Can we... do something for the captain?" Komuro Takashi murmured while looking at the sky.

"Try not to attract Samael's attention, which is the greatest help to him."

After coming back to her senses, Yukino sighed softly, her tone filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Chapter 10: Faith ()

With the Archangel's third wing drooping on his back, his huge body staggered down from the sky, wailing as he fell into the center of the dozens of meters large pit he had created earlier...

While falling to the ground, Beiyuan Kong kicked his legs in the opposite direction and finally left His huge body, falling heavily on the gravel ground with a heavy crash.

The world seemed to have come to a standstill. Only the dust fog that was floating irregularly in the air told the world that time was still passing.

But the two bodies, one big and one small, seemed to have fallen into silence, lying motionless in the center of the devastated town. Perhaps this place can no longer be called a town, as Silent Hill has turned into ruins at this time.

Yukino and Kei's anxious calls came from the earphones. Kitahara Sora, covered in blood, still did not move. His whole body was dark and sticky. If he was not covered by ash and dirt, it would be clearly seen that there was no intact flesh and blood on his entire body.

His original skin was stripped away by the strong wind, but fortunately the thick layer of mud and dirt condensed into a new layer of skin on his body, making him look less hideous and terrifying.

The sound in the microphone gradually died down, and stopped after the last suppressed and hoarse question. They did not run over blindly, because Kitahara Sora was not dead yet, and neither was Samael.

Kitahara Sora just felt very tired and exhausted.

It's like working 18 hours a day for a month, and then going home and lying on the bed, too lazy to move a finger, and feeling no pain because the brain has blocked the pain sensation.

Suddenly I wanted to take a good nap. This strange thought suddenly popped up in Kitahara Sora's mind, just like in his previous life, he was forced to get up and work every day.

He desperately wanted a day off, the kind where he could turn off the alarm and sleep until the end of time, not thinking about work, life, or anything else, and relax...

But I can’t sleep…I can’t fall asleep.

But his consciousness began to blur, and his body was suddenly wrapped in warmth, which was very comfortable and cozy.

It’s like after a day of work, I drag my tired body back home, soak my whole body in the bathtub, and it’s like I’m back to the carefree days many years ago.

The harsh rubble and gravel also became soft, just like a Simmons mattress at home, full of elasticity and extremely comfortable, making people linger.

In the dimness, a voice was heard.

"Wake up, son!"

A loving yet reproachful voice woke up the sleeping boy. Kitahara Sora slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was no longer firm, but full of sunshine and hope. The natural and habitual smile and hazy laziness in the corners of his eyes told others what a happy world this young man lived in.

"Mom, what time is it?" The boy said vaguely and weakly towards the door.

"Can't you tell what time it is? Get up quickly and have breakfast so you can go to school!" The kindness in her voice was gone, leaving only threats and scolding.

The boy impatiently opened his eyes again and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table that was ringing non-stop. The hands showed six thirty in the morning.

"Mom, I'll sleep a little longer, just five minutes. It only takes me three minutes to brush my teeth and wash my face." The boy closed his eyes again and changed to a comfortable angle. His vague promise became smaller and smaller: "I mean what I said. You watch the time and only sleep... five minutes... huh... eh?!!!"

A biting chill replaced the warm quilt. The middle-aged woman lifted the quilt expressionlessly, her eyes revealing an uncontrollable murderous intent. Her fingers were almost on the button of the 'Rage' skill in her mind.

"Wake up, eat, and get out!"

Just three simple words, and then he left without any hesitation, cold and indifferent.

But these few words were like the Master's spell. The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed.

He didn't dare to cover the quilt again, as he might die... Well, but every time it's just a little bit close, right? So, the one who had just pinched the quilt shouted, and the countdown to the death sentence was heard in the restaurant.

“Three…! Two…!!”

"Hey - here I come, Mom, I'm up!"

After getting dressed as quickly as possible, the boy ran to the bathroom.

The taciturn middle-aged man was brushing his teeth. He squatted beside the toilet and gave up the space for the washbasin, although when his son came in, there was a sense of disappointment in the corner of his eyes.

It's no big deal. I just got up one minute and thirty seconds late. It's as if there's no other profession other than beggar when I grow up. Now, the income of a beggar with good performance is higher than the salary of both of you put together!

The first-year junior high school boy complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any abnormality on his face. He obediently squeezed Nico's toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

The semester is over and today is the day of the final exam, so there is a glass of milk on the dining table, and a piece of fried ham, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, in front of two fried eggs, forming the shape of the number 100.

The boy curled his lips in disdain. He used to play the same tricks in primary school and still plays the same tricks now. How childish!

So he put the ham between the two fried eggs, which looked much better!

The rebellious boy, who was angry when he woke up, looked at his plate, and then turned his proud eyes to the cup of hot milk next to the plate...

As I watched, I felt something was wrong. After a moment, the smug smile froze on my face. I thought... Oh my god!

He picked up the ham in anger, stuffed it into his mouth viciously and chewed it hard!

The starch heated at high temperature creates a crispy taste in the mouth, with a hint of meaty aroma. The delicious touch on the tip of the tongue dilutes the embarrassment caused by myself. The King of Kings ham pure meat sausage is indeed better than other brands!

But as he chewed, the boy frowned again. Why did he feel something was wrong?

He looked at the half piece of ham on the chopsticks and was confused. It smelled nice, but why did it have no taste?

Just as he was struggling with the taste in his mind, he suddenly felt dizzy and had an intense feeling of falling. The boy's confused expression slowly turned into uneasiness, and finally he began to panic.

In my sight, the world began to distort, the picture shattered like a mirror, and with a constant "click" sound, the scene in my pupils changed...

"Son, I don't really mind you going to the Internet cafe to play. I just feel sorry for you." The wrinkles at the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes seemed to have deepened in recent years. Not only that, his black hair was also mixed with a hint of mottled spots if you looked closely.

Yin Xiong pointed at the two-dimensional posters on the wall and the cheap action figures on the desk. His tone was helpless but also full of sincerity. He was discussing and persuading his son instead of using the condescending tone of an adult to command and threaten.

"You must have saved money from breakfast to buy these toys. I know. I know everything, but I just don't want to say it."

The middle-aged father took out a brand new fifty-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to his son who was already in high school. "I asked, and the Internet cafe charges five yuan an hour. This money is enough for you to play for a whole day. As long as you remember to go home on time for dinner... So, this time I gave you another "activity fund". Can I say a few words to you today?"

"Dad?" The high school student was confused by his father's unusual behavior. He was hesitant for a moment holding the banknote. What on earth was the old man doing?

"I plan to buy you a computer next semester. Regardless of whether your grades improve or not, it's better to go home and play with it than to go to the Internet cafe. It's not a big deal to keep spending money. It's better to solve the problem once and for all than to support the Internet cafe owner all year round. He's not your father, I am."

The boy's eyes were suddenly filled with great surprise, as if he had not heard at all his father's last words, which seemed sarcastic but were actually self-deprecating.

His dark eyes turned around, looking at his father suspiciously, and said with a flattering and sneaky smile: "Well, Dad, I didn't go to the Internet or the computer. There's no need, actually, my classmate..."

"There are 40 people in your class, and someone has a birthday every weekend. From last semester to last week, people have celebrated their birthdays. You know exactly what day your birthday is."

"Ah, this...hey, hehe." The young man touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly. Why did he feel uncomfortable asking for money today?

Is this an embarrassing feeling? If the old man scolds me like usual, will I feel better?

But Yin Xiong's next words made the boy's expression gradually serious. He paused and said, "If you ask me for money, I will give it to you, although sometimes I will scold you. Although our family is not rich, we can still make you live comfortably. I am almost fifty years old, and you will soon be 17. Have you ever considered a question?"

The boy didn't say anything, but after receiving the activity funds, he obviously lost his usual high spirits. Ironically, he felt a little impatient, because usually it was his mother who lectured him, but today it was someone else. But no matter who it was, as long as they lectured him, it would definitely make people unhappy.

But the other party was very sincere and gave me some pocket money first, so it was not easy for me to just turn around and leave.

"You are studying now. You spend less than three hours with me and your mother every day. On Sundays, you go out for a day of fun and lock yourself in your room to read novels when you get home. As a result, you don't choose to spend time with us even if you don't have to go to school... In fact, what I want to tell you is that we are not annoyed by you. Because when you go to college, you will go to another place, and then the only time you can spend with us is during the long holidays, provided that you can get into college."

Is this a heart-to-heart talk? The boy was puzzled. This sermon did not seem to make him feel bored. This was very strange. The future, what will the future be like? Shouldn't it be something to consider in the future?

"If you are unlucky and start working right after high school, then you will experience real life, and your monthly expenses will be just enough to cover your living expenses. You may even call me and ask me to lend you some money, and you will solemnly promise me that you will pay me back next month when you get your salary.

You will have no time to surf the Internet, read cartoons or novels, you will be held hostage by life, you will lose your dignity, your friends will slowly drift away from you, and the people around you will always complain about being tired at work, having little money and too much work. You will not be wearing the glamorous coat of a student like you are now, at least now you are glamorous when no one asks you about your grades. "

"Your classmates will slowly forget about you, even if you once fought with them and shouted with excitement, but reality is reality..."

The boy lowered his head as if he was lost in thought. He understood the truth, but it was a little embarrassing to hear it said so bluntly. He was not a playboy, so what was wrong with taking a break and playing? Was there anything wrong with that?

But the man's next move made the high school student panic. He stared at him at a loss, his eyes subconsciously turning away as if avoiding him.

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette as if it didn't matter, lit it slowly, and then actually handed him one!

Yin Xiong said calmly, "As a smoker, I may not be able to smell it. Although you didn't leave any evidence, your mother is still very sensitive about this matter. She remembers clearly how many times you came home with the smell of cigarettes when you talked. Well, on average, it happened once every two days, and there was a week when it happened every day."

Seeing that the boy still didn't reach out to take the cigarette, but his expression was filled with fear, the father stuffed the cigarette back into the box without changing his expression.

Yun Qingfeng skipped over the topic calmly and continued as if nothing had happened: "Although your mother treats you badly, she will definitely be very happy if you can take a weekend to accompany her to go shopping, go hiking, etc. Back to the previous question, how much time do you think you have left to spend with us?"

"It seems like we can see each other every day now, but when you start working, you will only have time during the Spring Festival, which is less than one week a year. The premise is that your company can have a one-week holiday during the Spring Festival. In that week, excluding sleeping, there are only three and a half days. During these three and a half days, you will definitely not stay at home honestly when you return to your hometown. You will have your friends, you will go out for parties, you need face, and then squander your few savings..."

“Dad, I…” The boy became truly panicked and tried to explain but was interrupted.

"Listen to me! Are you so anxious to take up a few minutes of your time?" The originally kind face suddenly became serious, returning to the usual cold and majestic face, but only for a moment, and the sad face softened again.

He flicked the ash off his cigarette and continued, "I'm giving you money to play now. Even though I scold you every time, I still give it to you every time, right? I give it to you every time, even though I couldn't help but slap you last month, but I still gave it to you."

The father's words revealed deep fatigue. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, "But in the future, will you still ask me for it? You are going to get married and form a family. When your income can't support the expenses of a family, even if you give up your face like a dog without dignity and kneel in front of your boss to ask him to give you a raise, will he indulge you like I did?

He won't, and he won't scold you like I do. He will talk to you in a friendly manner, tell you where you are not doing enough at work, and then pat you on the shoulder like an elder and hand you the salary for the month. He thinks you are too big a fish to feed in his pond. You are destined to be like this, because your current actions determine your future achievements and income. Every time you get a pentakill in the Summoner's Rift, you will pay for it with many times more smiles in your future life, because you are not yet old enough to get a pentakill."

"Haha." The father smiled. His palms were covered with calluses, and the gaps between his fingers were full of black oil that could not be washed off. He patted his son on the shoulder and said in a relaxed tone: "I want to understand you, so I try to understand what you are interested in, but it seems that there is a generation gap between us. Let's get back to the topic..."

"Your mother and I are several decades older than you. At most, I can only help you prepare the gift, house, and car when you get married, but can you afford these things? You can't ask me for money for the rest of your life. Even if I become too old to move and lie in bed, I will still give it to you as long as you ask, but what about after I die?"

"You are just giving in to your own desires, unable to resist temptation, and without the resolve to resist... Achievements in reality are actually more exciting than statistics in the game. The same goes for the sense of honor. When I was in the army, none of the soldiers in the entire company had better marksmanship than me!"

Yin Xiong slowly turned his head toward the window, his cloudy eyes staring at the clouds in the sky, as if he was lost in mixed memories. "--Although I am still struggling for life, when others ask me about it, I can proudly tell them that in my eyes, none of the soldiers born in 86 can fight, instead of saying how many times I have won the 'MVP' in the game..."

That day, the father and son talked a lot. Slowly, it changed from a one-sided conversation to a question and answer, and then to a long talk between the two of them.

Finally, the boy quietly put the fifty-dollar bill back into his mother's wallet.

In the days that followed, the son seemed like a different person, and his father, who was about to enter old age, also started his own business.

Ah, I remember now. It was that day that the relationship in my family improved. The wall between me and my parents was torn down.

He was the one who put aside his father's dignity and face and took the initiative to reach out his hand...

The world began to twist again, and in the darkness, Kitahara Sora saw again.

He saw the middle-aged man in the twisted wreckage of the car. He had driven the car out of the overpass, and the front of the car hit the ground, with the entire car being crushed into a ball due to gravity. The white airbag in the cab was stubbornly open, and blood was blooming like a solitary plum blossom on the bulging white.

Only the part above his chest remained intact, and his entire lower body had been fused with the car's steel frame.

At that time, his hair was completely white. He had just celebrated his 50th birthday and with a head full of silver hair, he looked like an octogenarian, but his black hair still looked like it was yesterday.

When did the change begin? It seems like I have forgotten, or it seems like I have never noticed it.

There is no way to ask now because he is dead.

Kitahara, who was just a spectator, felt his mouth choke up, a huge sadness filled his entire nerves, his body swayed and he almost fell down.

What a shocking scene it was. Many years ago, when he learned of his death, his body was already displayed in the morgue, so he had never been to the scene and could only learn about the scene through photos and videos.