Virtue is abundant

Long wavy hair hangs over gorgeous shoulders.

The body is plump and beautiful.

Under the gorgeous noble dress is the jade legs wrapped in black silk.

--She is beautiful.

Even her tone of voice was very gentle and gentle:
"Chatham, I know you have a hand-kiss, but if you dare touch my hand, you can guess what will happen."

A flash of anger flashed in the man's eyes, and he snorted coldly:

"Joan, I really don't understand why you reject me. In this air-raid shelter, I am the strongest man, as long as you unite with me—"

"Aren't we teaming up?" Joan interrupted him.

"Joan, why can't we get closer? Just let me have you..."

The man said that he was about to start, but Joan avoided it lightly.

She took out a flower fan and fanned the wind gently, with a cold and ruthless murderous intent in her eyes.

"Last chance, Chatham, you want to die that much?"

Fine frost began to condense on the fan.

Chatham finally calmed down, a gleam of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:
"Joan, you will regret it if you miss this opportunity."

"Really? I'll regret it?" Joan sneered.

"You should know that every woman here wants to climb into my bed, and you missed the chance to live—of course, if you want to go back, you won't have this chance in the future."

Chatham stepped back and slowly left the room.

"Our alliance is over, you can do it yourself, Joan."

The door is closed.

— Chatham is gone.

Another breath passed.

Joan let out all the momentum and fell down on the chair, panting lowly.

She frowned, lowered her head and lifted a corner of her blouse.

The blood came out again.

"Damn...why can't he heal all the time?"

Joan took out a handkerchief, slipped it under her clothes, and pressed it tightly to the wound.

To stop the bleeding, she started chanting a spell.

But the spell couldn't stop the bleeding either.

Joan's face was a little pale, but soon she took out a potion, chewed it, and swallowed it.

after awhile.

She seems to be refreshed.

——This is the potential stimulating potion on the technology side.

For ordinary professionals, using this medicine in battle will have a better effect.

But Joan couldn't care less.

I must maintain a perfect state and not be noticed by anyone.

if not--

Those guys would come round like sharks smelling blood.

She took a few breaths, threw the blood-stained handkerchief into the storage bracelet, took out a brand new gauze covered with ointment, and began to bandage herself.

The next moment-

With an almost lightning-like reaction, Joan suddenly stood up, covered her waist with a fan, and shouted:

"Who?"

There was a voice outside the door:
"My lord, it's an emergency. General Chatham invites you to gather in the war room."

"Okay, I'll go right away," said Joan.

There was a sound of footsteps.

People outside seem to have walked away.

But Joan didn't believe it.

She silently chanted the spell, putting the entire space in a lightly shielded state.

After doing this, she quickly bandaged herself, then put on her clothes neatly, and took a picture in front of the mirror.

——I look energetic, ready to kill at any time!
okay.

Go to the war room and see what's going on.

Joan strode out of the room, walked through the narrow tunnel, made seven turns and eight turns, crossed a crack beside the corpses that were too late to bury, and finally reached the war room.

There are already hundreds of professionals sitting around here.

Joan made up her mind, stepped forward under the eyes of everyone, and sat on the rectangular table in the middle.

There were only four people sitting at this table.

——Only the most powerful professionals in the underground bunker are qualified to sit in a chair here.

Chatham sat on the seat in the middle of the long table, coughed lightly and said:

"Everyone."

"We use the magic detection equipment of this underground fortress, combined with the radar on the technology side, to keep monitoring the surrounding situation."

"There is now a sudden emergency."

"The magic net and the radar discovered an unknown monster at the same time."

"It can fly in the sky without fear of wind and sand."

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Even the ghosts have to stay in the cracks of hell to avoid the wind and sand.

It's hard to imagine what kind of monster can be so powerful.

"Hush!" cried Chatham.

The crowd quieted down.

Chatham went on:

"According to the analysis of the monster's trajectory, its flight trajectory is in a straight line, and it is attacking us at high speed."

"Obviously, it found us."

"Arrange combat countermeasures immediately!"

"It will fall directly at the entrance of the underground bunker in ten minutes, and it is likely to destroy all the layers of windbreaks we used to shelter from the wind and sand."

"Joan, is there any problem with you taking someone to defend the first line of defense?"

Everyone looked at Joan.

Before Joan could speak, Chatham had spoken again:
"The last time you were injured against a ghost, you have rested for two rounds, and now it's your turn to fight."

"By the way, I forgot to ask—how is your injury?"

Joan said calmly, "I can fight."

Some people can see through lies so can't answer about "injuries".

Also.

I really have to fight.

There are too many people who suspect that they have been abolished, and they are well aware of their unkind eyes and hidden desires.

Must fight!

I only hope that this incident is not that serious.

At least……

Let yourself live until the day you meet him again.

"The third combat team, follow me."

Joan stood up straight away.

She looked full of fighting spirit, full of killing intent, and her state was almost at its peak.

Immediately, more than a dozen professionals got up and followed her outside.

Everyone watched this scene in silence.

A ray of doubt flashed in Chatham's eyes, and then he said:
"Okay, let's set up the second line of defense... Also, I will personally lead the team and guard the third line of defense."

Time is tight.

Everyone got into action!

Outside the underground bunker.

Joan stood at the entrance of the tunnel, directing his men to set up defenses and traps.

"Boss, the monster will arrive in 50 seconds."

One of his subordinates held a notebook and said while looking at the radar image on the screen.

"Can you see what it is?" Joan asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be a very scary thing. There are about ten levels of wind and sand in the sky, but it can't blow it, and it can't hurt it." The subordinates avoided other people and reported in a low voice.

Joan felt dizzy, and her mind began to wander.

No!

This is not the time to rest!
She bit her tongue and forced herself to wake up.

Damn.

I really can't hold on for too long.

Suddenly, she noticed that other people were paying attention to her expression.

Joan immediately smiled and said:
"Maybe a powerful professional has discovered us and wants to join us."

Everyone laughed.

The atmosphere eased slightly.

——However, how can a professional be able to ignore the wind and fly in the sky?
"It's here!"

The subordinate said quickly.

Joan strode to the bunker and waved to everyone to prepare for battle.

Suddenly someone exclaimed:
"Sister Qiong, you—"

Joan looked down and saw blood on her clothes.

broken.

The injury became more serious and could no longer be concealed.

Her heart sank slowly.

——This scene must have been seen by other people, and Chatham and those people also saw it clearly through the monitor.

next moment.

There was a sound that did not belong to wind and sand in the sky.

It was a whistling sound similar to that of a missile.

Not only that, but during its flight, it was hit by countless wind and sand, making a high-frequency metal clashing sound.

what exactly is it?
Joan covered the wound with her hand, squinted, and looked out of the bunker.

If it doesn't work, let's die together with the monster.

——That's better than being treated as a plaything by Chatham and the others.

As she made up her mind, she looked to the sky.

But seeing an afterimage flying down rapidly, it was about to hit several layers of bunkers outside.

But the next second.

The thing suddenly slowed down and landed safely on the ground.

There is no explosion, let alone spells and screams.

It just stands there in the wind and sand.

——but it was a metal box with a height of more than two meters and a tight fit.

Joan couldn't help but startled.

There are obvious signs of welding on this thing...

It's man-made...

As she quickly signaled everyone to prepare for the battle, she said loudly:

"Who is coming?"

Waited for a while.

A familiar voice sounded from the big iron box:

"you guess."