Miss Wolper's Life as an Operator in Rhodes Island

Feng Ling turned her face away awkwardly.

A warmth came from the back of my head.

But Sui hugged Feng Ling tightly from behind, with his cheek pressed against Feng Ling's fox ears in a slightly intimate manner.

The palm of the hand slid down Feng Ling's tail and hugged Feng Ling's lower abdomen.

This is the first time in more than ten years that Sui has been so close to the wind chimes.

"Can't bear to part with you?"

Said slowly.

Wind chimes are silent.

At this moment, a feeling of powerless anger surged in Feng Ling's heart.

No one can stop the tide of history.

This may also be related to the choice of age.

But if you compromise, will you still be 30 years old?

not enough……

Even if it is on the battlefield and no one can stop it, this power still seems weak in the face of the general trend of the world.

Alone, even if you are a god, you will eventually fall.

A certain spark of desire was ignited in Feng Ling's heart.

After a tear shed, Feng Ling's eyes became completely determined.

The metal box that Kal'tsit once gave her has now been placed by Feng Ling in the most important position.

"Kal'tsit... this is the path I hope to choose..."

The location of the road is not here.

Wind chimes are not high-dimensional creatures. In a closed loop of space and time, there are very few things they can do.

But it is very important to start planning for the path you have chosen.

"Now that we have this opportunity to sneak away... it would be bad if we don't make some plans."

"It's my turn...to make a move."

Sui, who was holding the wind chime from behind, had a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

At this moment, Sui suddenly felt that his agent had suddenly grown up.

But... in her distant blueprint...

Is there still your own figure?

After that, the wind chime returned to its normal state.

The first day of the new year is still the celebration that has become a habit.

Following Sui closely, Feng Ling arrived at the familiar square altar.

"This year's event is really big, and there are many familiar faces, but fortunately, there are no particularly familiar faces."

After looking around, Feng Ling smiled actively.

"There are so many people down there, how many do you know?" At this time, Sui was just looking at Feng Ling, also smiling.

"It's true that there aren't many left... but, probably about one tenth." Feng Ling's eyes were filled with a bit of sharpness, as if she had returned to the battlefield. "After all, we all fought together on the battlefield, and it's not easy for me to forget those faces who fought together. However, after today... how many will be left?"

"If you want to point the blade at others, you must be prepared to fall down yourself." Sui turned his head and looked at the "people" who came to pay their respects, and nodded with satisfaction, "At least I can feel the awareness in these people's eyes."

Just like previous years.

The true dragon appeared here as the founding emperor.

He held a sacrificial knife in his hand and walked slowly from under the altar.

On this day, all the "people" who were worshipping wore white clothes.

The ceremony began and everyone bowed their heads.

Uniform movements.

He kowtowed so hard that it made a sound.

It seems to take people back to the Yumen battlefield with yellow sand all over the sky.

Knock once more, knock three times.

After the ceremony, stand up.

The real dragon stood in the center of the altar, looking up at Sui.

"Are there any entertainment programs today?"

Sui sat upright on a high place, opened her red lips slightly and asked.

"Of course I have. I am 60 years old. It has been so many years. When I fought with you, I was still a teenager. Now I am almost gray-haired."

The real dragon looked determined as he stared directly at Sui.

Comparing the two, even Feng Ling felt a little emotional.

When they first met, Feng Ling remembered the scene of the two people standing side by side.

But in the end, Sui chose Feng Ling and interrupted Zhenlong's intention to recruit him.

At this moment, the real dragon has shown signs of old age, but is still in his prime.

The two are already in opposition.

"There is no need to hide the weapons under the white clothes. Raise the blades of resistance against me. Are you fully prepared?" Sui smiled proudly.

"Shh-"

The sound of swords being drawn resounded through the clear sky.

"There must be a winner between us - from now on, Da Yan will either be a theocratic kingdom ruled by Sui, or a godless land ruled by humans."

The real dragon raised the sacrificial knife and pointed it at Sui.

"So."

He stood up.

"bring it on."

A golden cage locked the wind chime.

"If you force your way through, you'll hurt me. Think about it yourself." Sui said with a smile to his agent.

Feng Ling, who had made some mental preparations, could only nod reluctantly.

"Our fight has nothing to do with Ling, Zhenlong, what do you think?"

"Yes. I swear on the Great Yan Mountains and Rivers."

Chapter 365: The Fall of the Year (Part 2024) 01-22-10 34:52:

After the real dragon swore an oath, murderous intent gradually appeared in his eyes as he looked at Sui.

"Pass on my order, do not harm the golden cage."

"In this battle, no matter who it is, whoever kills Sui will be crowned king forever."

"The enemy is the god who lives above us. Kill him."

Give an order.

According to history books, the final battle between the country of Dayan and the gods began here.

The body roars like a dragon, and the signs of the years are revealed.

The dragon soars into the sky, looking down upon the world.

As the saying goes.

The emperor was angry and laid down millions of corpses.

But what kind of scene will it be like if this powerful god starts to vent her anger?

The golden cage hangs beside the year old.

Feng Ling is witnessing everything in front of her at this moment.

Golden thunder shakes the earth.

Countless people who raised their blades fell down like grass.

Dragon flame swept past.

Even the strongest soldiers would be reduced to ashes.

But no matter how many people fall, there will always be successors.

Go forward and follow one after another.

Attack the year old.

This was something the True Dragon had been planning for a long time, so naturally he would not simply use human lives to fill the void here.

In previous years, the mechanism used to fire salutes was aimed at the New Year.

This isn't just a prop for celebration.

Having experienced the ravages of war, Da Yan has long been working hard to advance its technology.

In the beginning, it was indeed relying on the years to sustain the early battles.

But in the later stages of the conquest, it became easier and easier for Dayan to fight.

And during the battle with Ya, Ya was unable to cause any waves.

Just as Sui said, behemoths cannot become civilizations. Even if they are naturally powerful and can grow, they are too slow compared to the speed of the rise of an entire civilization.

At this moment, the civilization she loved was showing her its achievements—by fighting against her.

With a loud bang, a fierce flame emanated from the muzzle of the Year-Destroying Cannon, and the highly concentrated Originium shells hit the huge dragon's body almost instantly.

The thunder fell, detonating most of the shells prematurely.

The giant beast soared, and with its body and power, it quickly harvested the lives of those who operated the props.

Sui was considered strong among the giant beasts, and the destruction he caused caused heavy losses to the Yan State.

But Yan Country has also been preparing for this day for a long time.

How many such cannons that can destroy the year are there?

There are simply too many to count.

One strike from the year can destroy a cannon, and the resulting thunder can completely purify the surrounding area.

One hundred thousand?

Two hundred thousand?

The wreckage is already countless.

The artillery fired again.

The dragon's roar carried a hint of pain, and the golden dragon subconsciously took off.

The number of cold rays below was so great that even the wind chimes in the air felt a little frightened.

Actually... after fighting for such a long time, there is still an ambush of this level?

I have been dormant for so long, just waiting for the moment when I take off.

Feng Ling has seen the spectacular scene of thousands of arrows being fired at once. The rain of arrows, with the blessing of gravity, is one of the important means of harvesting lives on the battlefield.

But what if those “ten thousand arrows” were replaced with crossbows that could break through the city?

War will force the development of technology. Today's crossbows are not only blessed by Originium, but their accuracy is also not that of defective products with random trajectory. Instead, they can accurately hit the target and are the result of the hard work of Yan Country's craftsmen.