from Xingyuan

Chapter 514 218. Fantastic Color
"Frontline Special Report: In the past 39 hours, Trivila has experienced unprecedented terrorist attacks. The cumulative number of victims includes 120 million deaths, 1562 million injuries, and the number of missing people is as high as 2300 million..."

"The Ministry of Education is negotiating with the temporary municipal team, but it will take some time before the real order is achieved. For the survivors, perhaps the greater threat is not from terrorists and pioneer soldiers, but from other survivors... "

"Brilliant! White Candle Star Education Minister Barkomon is fighting against hostile forces. According to people familiar with the matter, the opponent is Governor Bablushka of the Night Butterfly Federation. The unprecedented Kappa battle is starting right at our doorstep..."

"The new mayor, Wald, knelt down and cried: Please ask the Supreme Council to take action! Save us unarmed civilians. The war will take a long time, but people must live in the present..."

"More and more bandits are taking advantage of the fire, and the situation in Trivila City has aroused the concern of the whole planet. Whether we can overcome the current difficulties does not depend on our high-level combat power, but on the people who actually handle things and the executive department... "

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Luther turned off the message rune, and sat in front of the flower bed downstairs in the rental house, pinching the lingering magic smoke with one hand, confusion and numbness written all over his cheeks.

What happened to all this?
He looked around.

Alarms sounded one after another, black body bags piled up like kitchen waste bins in garbage sorting, and mosquitoes and flies flew around wantonly, which made people feel uneasy and bored from the bottom of their hearts.

The world has been turned upside down, and the shadow of destruction and death hangs over everyone.

Luther smoked numbly, not knowing what was ahead.

The school was destroyed, the job was gone, and all the friends and classmates I knew were killed. Now I can only stay in this rented house, and I can't even contact my family.

He thought of Blue Chrysanthemum Village, and of Leo who had left the village with him to pass the exam and come to Trivira—who should be called Leoz now.

For a long time, I was jealous and hated Lioz, but after Trivella's attack, too many people died, and Luthor hoped that Lioz would survive instead.

There were so many dead that even a materialist like him began to hallucinate—there seemed to be wailing ghosts in the air around him, and ghosts whistled in the bitter cold wind, which made him shiver.

In the end how to do?
Just when Luther was in a daze, a voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart:

【Humble carbon block, come to praise the soul of steel...】

The voice was deep and magnetic, full of indescribable magical attraction, Luthor was addicted to it all of a sudden, and listened quietly.

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Believe in the village.

"Come here and give me a hand, Dad!"

"You are so good at calling people, ouch, my old waist is about to be tossed to pieces."

Nikita crawled up with the heavy load and handed it over to his son-in-law Julian. He felt dizzy for a while, and the air around him seemed to be filled with an unpleasant poisonous gas. Fortunately, when he was young, his physique once reached Zeta Level, even if you get old, you can still get rid of many diseases.

"Let me take a break... hey... I'm old, I'm really old."

Nikita sat slumped on the side of the road, sighed, looked at the biochemical pool not far away, and muttered:
"Lioz, this kid is really a tosser. He suddenly mobilized the whole village to work. The old man, I am old, and I almost didn't make it through. I don't know what kind of poverty is on this planet. The air It feels weird."

"That's probably because you don't have magical blood in your body."

Son-in-law Julian put away the supplies and came over to comfort him:
"We all have the blood of spellcasters, only you are a purebred Van Lenkoff alien, and it's normal for you not to adapt to the high-model environment here."

"No, no, I don't feel that way."

Nikita took a sip of the drink he carried with him, his eyes puzzled:
"When I was young, I served on a planet of magical civilization, but I didn't have these problems at that time. And this uncomfortable feeling, I always have an indescribable familiarity..."

"You are too sensitive." Julian looked around: "I think everyone is normal, nothing serious."

"Maybe." Nikita collected himself, took a few breaths, and said, "Julian, I always feel that things are not very good. Maybe that kid Lioz knows something. Based on my feeling, he should be Gathering supplies, preparing for a battle, and a fierce one at that."

"Oh."

"You kid, why are you reacting like this?"

"It's normal." Julian shrugged: "We Van Lenkoff aliens have been fighting in the South and North for many years. Mr. Leoz has taken a fancy to us, and it has something to do with it. It's not like you don't know. "

"I mean, is that how you react? Don't you think that Leoz has concealed this matter so that you don't feel dissatisfied?" Nikita said dissatisfiedly: "Leoz must have something to hide from us."

"I don't think it's a bad thing."

Julian remembered the scene when Leozi took the initiative to conceal his identity for him when he was in the Verazi Company. He shook his head and said:

"I believe in Mr. Leoz. He may have his own reasons. As the people who depend on others, we obediently do what is in line with our status, do not cause trouble to others, and do our best. This is enough."

"Maybe, Leoz is fighting some enemies that shouldn't be provoked." Nikita thought uneasily, "I don't care, but you couple are still young, and you have to live to have any hope. You should just find a chance , take my daughter away and fly away—”

"Father, where else can we go now?"

Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"Mr. Leoz saved us, the Van Lenkoff Autonomous State, our family, and so many refugees—I think people should be a little grateful. Mr. Leoz has done so much We should repay him for meaningful things.”

"Hey...it's up to you."

Nikita could find no objection.

In fact, relying on the money that Leoz donated every year, their family can already be said to have no worries about food and clothing. It is indeed a bit of a white-eyed wolf to say these words now.

But for some reason, Nikita just felt that something was wrong, the feeling in the air, he seemed to have really felt it when he was young and experienced a certain civilization.

A strong smell of sparks and iron filings, like the friction of mechanical gears.

When he was young, Nikita also traveled as a Zeta order, and even [social] citizens had the experience of fighting.But now, he is so old that he can't even carry heavy objects, and his physical and mental strength have deteriorated severely.

Strictly speaking, a mechanism such as Taoism does not treat every race equally, especially creatures like the Van Lenkoff Alien. Their life is constantly deformed, their telomeres are seriously damaged, and there is almost no longevity to speak of. .

Van Lenkoff's alien physique was limited to this, and even if he wanted to help Lioz, it was useless.

"Lioz, what the hell is wrong with you kid?"

　The chapter at hand is really inseparable...

It's just a matter of using this month's leave slip, tomorrow is [-] characters.

　
(End of this chapter)