The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Pei Junlin thought of He Yang's meteorite, which was safe as long as he was the only one holding it, and his heart started pounding. Could it be that he had one of the same?

Perhaps sensing Pei Junlin's emotional fluctuations, the little cat tilted its head back and licked his smooth chin to comfort him.

Pei Junlin lowered his head and kissed the little cat on the face, then said with a smile: "Then I will go and get back what belongs to me."

After saying that, he dodged and appeared directly under the shadow in the center of the platform.

When viewed from a distance, all one could see was a shadow that was darker than the night sky, extremely broad, about two hundred meters long, with no top in sight.

When I got closer and looked again, I saw that in the shadow, there was a ball of ink that was so thick that it could not be dissolved and was constantly rolling.

Between those ink balls, there were tiny light blue water lines surging with the waves. The afterimages of the light outlined some strange symbols and circular lines, which looked quite similar to the magic circles that Ai Wanxin often used to scare people.

Pei Junlin hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and touched the shadow.

A touch as cold as snow and as soft as mist wrapped around his right hand. The originally dim light blue water line suddenly lit up, and the bright water line quickly gathered towards his fingertips from far away.

Pei Junlin opened his eyes slightly. The kitten wrapped in his arms supported the collar of his jacket with its two paws, half-leaned out of its body curiously, and sniffed gently with its small nose.

The light blue water line condensed into an ice-blue ball in Pei Junlin's hand, and the light illuminated the two beautiful gemstone eyes of Pei Junlin and Xiaomaozi in the darkness.

After a while, Pei Junlin's palm sank, and he withdrew his arm. In his half-closed palm, a light blue round stone lay quietly.

A familiar and sad feeling filled his heart. Pei Junlin didn't even need to ask Qiong to know that this was the thing that Qiong had mentioned, which originally belonged to him.

The stone left the shadow, as if the meridians of a leaf had been pulled out, and the shadow began to dissipate and collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

High in the sky, the ripple-like protective shield receded like the tide, a strong wind blew up, and the thick fog in the valley instantly poured into the tall buildings of Eagle City.

Jian Huaixi hadn't figured out the situation yet. He looked at the stone in Pei Junlin's palm and said in a daze, "What is this?"

Pei Junlin didn't know the answer either. He stared at the shadow that was rapidly disintegrating and shrinking, and said very quickly: "It's the energy core of his mecha, with a protective barrier attached. Hurry up, the portal is about to close."

"What portal?" Jian Huaixi was even more confused, but this time Qiong did not answer his question.

Without even saying hello, Qiong took two quick steps and suddenly stepped into the thick black shadow, disappearing from the sight of the three people.

Yin Yanhan and Pei Junlin looked at each other, said nothing, and quickly followed, leaving Jian Huaixi alone in the wet whirlwind, looking so messy that he was about to break apart.

He cried out with tears in his eyes: "A Ning, I don't want to go on a mission with them anymore!"

That being said, the people from Eagle City have not been found, and the origin of Xue Muqing's mecha troops has not been figured out. There is no way Jian Huaixi will back down here.

The shadow in front of him was less than the size of a door. Jian Huaixi gritted his teeth and rushed in.

Almost at the moment he disappeared into the shadow, the shadow collapsed into a dot the size of a coin.

A crystal clear transparent crystal core rolled down and fell onto the platform, breaking into two pieces with a ding. The last wisp of black energy overflowed from the broken part and dissipated in the turbulent night wind.

----------------

Amid the roar of the ancient dragon that seemed to have penetrated endless time, Ai Wanxin stared at Xue Muqing's only remaining eye and said, "If you want to die with me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do so."

Xue Muqing's lavender pupils were dim and unclear, and a raging storm seemed to be gathering in the depths of his eyes.

Yet there was nothing he could do.

The spirit bodies of his subordinates were entangled by translucent tentacles that emerged from the ground. No matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the restraints.

The spirits' mental power was constantly draining away, and their wails became lower and lower. They had no choice but to crawl on the ground, with their tails tucked behind their backs, their bodies trembling, and whimpering in fear from their throats.

That's the beast showing submission.

The spiritual bodies were controlled by people, and the sentinels had no way to put up an effective resistance. What's more, they were tied up tightly and unable to move.

As for the mechas, the cockpits were all ejected without exception.

In addition to the red dragon that covered the sky, the sky and the earth were filled with giant beasts of various shapes and ferocious faces.

Amid the ferocious howls of these giant beasts, not only did Xue Muqing's men not dare to act rashly, even Qi Tongtian felt his limbs go numb and sweat broke out like a pig.

Xue Muqing could only watch as Ai Wanxin walked towards the unconscious Sheng Xiuming. Silvery-white tentacles stretched out from her raised palms and wrapped around Sheng Xiuming's scarred body like floating seaweed.

A soft and holy white light lit up, Sheng Xiuming's broken hands were reconnected to his arms, the depression in his chest returned to its original shape, and his originally weak breathing became stronger and steadier. Soon, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

When the guards who were still struggling saw this scene, they forgot to struggle and stared in amazement at Ai Wanxin who had retracted his silver-white tentacles.

Fu Meng murmured: "How could this happen? She can really..."

Sheng Xiuming lay on the ground for a while before his vision refocused.

He propped himself up and sat up, squinting his eyes slightly, looking up at Ai Wanxin. After a while, he seemed to finally recognize her, and sighed softly, "You saved me again."

Ai Wanxin looked at Sheng Xiuming's embarrassed and haggard face, thinking absentmindedly: [Your fate is rough, but you have a close friend who specifically asked me to keep an eye on you before leaving. No matter how big a mistake you make, he is unwilling to give up on you. Many people will never meet such a friend in their lifetime, but you are not lucky. ]

【Maybe life is hard to explain clearly.】

On the side, Fu Meng was shocked to see Sheng Xiuming's injured body recovering. He suddenly remembered what he had done and shouted, "Sheng Xiuming, where did you put our general's things? Tell me! Why did you do this?!"

Sheng Xiuming supported himself on his lonely knees and stood up from the ground, ignoring all the hateful and hateful looks that were like nails piercing him, just like he did before.

He looked at the mechas standing in the distance with their hands down and turned off, and said weakly and coldly: "I did this just because I don't want you to fall for the same trick I fell for before, and end up killing everyone in Eagle City by courting disaster."