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It is already the 13th day since the war began, and the last mourning of a country and a nation is being played out on this wasteland covered by white sand all over the sky.The beginning of the story begins with an outpost that escaped from the flames of war.

Although it was said to have escaped a catastrophe, it is better to say that it is an outpost cursed by the god of death... I must have thought so before the soldier died. Country E itself is a place with a harsh geographical environment, and places other than roads and cities are very dangerous.Once the war starts, the daily supply lines in the desert will be cut off. If it were not for the wartime reserve materials transported and hidden in the basement before the war started, this isolated outpost should have become a deserted land long ago. up.

Although, by the time the soldiers noticed, it had become no man's land.

The day after the full-blown war broke out, soldiers received orders to stay at this post and not to make any moves.After that, I never received any messages from my radio.The food for the war preparation was exhausted 8 days ago. Six days ago, the soldiers who couldn't bear the hunger and thirst decided to give up the order to stay where they were and began to take the initiative to attack.However, when the soldiers explored for a distance, they realized that the battle line had actually crossed the outpost he was guarding... It would be better to say that the outpost was not baptized by the opponent's artillery fire at all because of its relatively far location.

Based on their impressions, the soldiers explored about 30 kilometers toward the west—the direction of the enemy—and found another base that should have been an important stronghold of our army.But now there are no people there, or they have been swept away by the enemy.Not only was there no strategic material left behind, even the enemy troops were not stationed—presumably to avoid spreading their forces—so they didn’t even have the right to be captured.

Although soldiers, like everyone else, thought of dying for their country when they set foot on the battlefield, they still behaved like human beings under the desperation called life brought about by hunger and dehydration. uttered an instinctive cry of despair.However, in this war caused by religion, the dying gods have no time to listen to the last prayer of a dying life.Until the end, the soldier fell on the way back from the base to the post, about 3 kilometers away from the post.

One hand pinched his neck, and the other hand held up the tactical short knife until his body became stiff and his eyes became cloudy.As if at the last moment of his life, he was fighting fiercely with someone.But this kind of scene will never be seen by anyone other than the dead soldiers. It is better to say that no one will even know the death of the soldiers.This is also a matter of course. People who die in the desert will be buried quickly by white sand and storms, and then they will be buried together like history and truth. No one will care about a person who has not exchanged fire with the enemy until his death—— — though it wasn't his fault — the lower ranks of soldiers.

"I am the grain of rice that came down from heaven. If you eat it, you will live forever. If you don't eat the flesh and drink the blood of the Son of Man, you will have no life in you..."

A voice recited the words of the saints in the ancient scriptures in an unknown language, as if to warn the coming of the dead, the voice was so low that only the reciter himself and the dead could hear.It wasn't magic, nor did it apply any spells, it was just a simple retelling of the words in my memory.

The reciter is a young man. He is not wearing a military uniform, but a civilian black cloak, and his head is also tightly wrapped with a black turban. It is not to hide his identity, but in such an environment Avoid direct exposure of the body to the sun as much as possible.

Underneath the clothes were tight-fitting tights, and outside the baggy trousers hung guns, knives, and grenades, some of which were obtained from superiors before the battle, and some of which were such corpses along the way—whether friend or foe— touched in.The boy didn't like to use these things very much, so he only took minimal props for self-defense.

Immediately afterwards, the boy pulled out a small metal knife from the coarse cloth loincloth around his waist. The shape of the knife is somewhat different from the one in the dead man's hand, but if you look carefully, you will find that the knife in the boy's hand is stronger than the one in the dead man's hand. Much older.There are already many gaps in the blade, and even the handle has been lost and simply wrapped with a piece of cloth.

Although it is a very old blade, it is still very useful when encountering the fragile skin of human beings.This is originally a paradox. Human beings have continuously developed different weapons to enhance the lethality of individual soldiers. But in fact, if the opponent is just an ordinary human being, then only a simple blade can inflict all kinds of high-tech weapons. Same damage.What's more, if the opponent is a dead body that cannot move, then it is no different from simply cooking pork.

However, having said that, the teenager doesn't like to eat pork.

The young man thought so, and plunged the knife into the mummy. Because of being scorched by the sun, the soldier's corpse was completely dehydrated, and the wrinkled skin was attached to the muscles and fat that hadn't been completely dried.Thanks to the high temperature, it didn't even go through the process of decay, and it became a good food for vultures and other animals in the desert... Even so, the boy is neither a beast nor a bird, no matter how cruel he is, he is still a living human being. There has been a slight discrepancy in education.

"The first point of battle is to win, and the prerequisite for victory is to be able to survive."

The teenager who has been instilled with this concept countless times since he was a child, faced with the crisis of self-survival, easily made a decision between dying of hunger and eating the dead man wearing his own military uniform.

Although the war was waged for religious reasons, the religions of both sides, whether on the boy's side or the enemy's side, regarded the cannibal as a demon.Therefore, no matter how you look at the behavior of the young man, there is no way to justify it. Even if he can survive, he will be called a devil by the tribe.How about killing yourself after a good meal? ... The boy doesn't think so, because the boy has been raised as a demon since he was born.

The young man skillfully cut off the dry surface part from the soldier's corpse with his hand blade, then carefully removed the undiscolored muscle fibers and fat from the lower part, and cut the edible part like cutting bacon with the knife wall Pick it up, then hold it high and slide it into your mouth.

The salty, bloody, bitter, but quite impactful taste crossed his throat and entered the abdominal cavity, as if life itself became vivid, and the young man smiled unconsciously.If there was a third person present besides the boy and the dead man at this time, he would have screamed and thrown away because of the boy's distorted smile.However, the boy was not a pervert who showed that expression because he knew he was eating "human flesh".Rather, it doesn't matter if it's human flesh or any other flesh.The happiness on the boy's face was only because of simple things like "life has been replenished" and "he won't die in a short time".Just like the innocent smiles that children show when those who travel or gather from a place with good conditions to a poor place give candy to the local children's muddy hands, the boy's smile is terrifying and innocent.

The long-lost food allowed the boy to regain his strength, but the problem of moisture was still not resolved. The boy stared at the corpse on the ground.Searching for the strategic deployment of one's own army in his mind, speculating on the military base that still has moisture left.

The answer is hopeless. The place where there is water in the impression has been broken, and to reach the further fortress, you must have mobile tools.A car is the best, even if there is no car, a motorcycle is fine, but in the current situation...

The young man was thinking this, but his eyes were staring blankly at the distant horizon, and he silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The sound of motorcycles...

The distant horizon was mixed with the sky because of the heat, and it was completely impossible to see if something was approaching, but the roar of the engine in the quiet desert was particularly noticeable.

For the first time, the boy began to believe that the god he believed in might actually exist.

Soon, the motorcycle became clear from the black spot. It was a one-man military motorcycle painted by the enemy army for the boy. The motorcycle was driving at the highest speed. Behind the motorcycle A cloud of dust like a funnel was set off.The direction of the motorcycle was some distance away from the boy. If he ran at the speed of a normal person, he probably wouldn't be able to reach the path of the motorcycle, let alone stop the motorcycle.Maybe he was killed by the opponent's bullets while approaching the motorcycle.

However, the boy ran towards the motorcycle.

Until the person on the motorcycle was kicked to the ground by the boy, that person didn't see where the boy came from.

"You bastard..."

The person who fell on the sand covered his head with a slight cry, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured. The boy couldn't understand the other party's language, but he could tell from his expression that he was complaining.

Soon, though, it doesn't matter.

Just when the boy was about to strike first, a hot touch swept across his temples and almost hit his head.

There was a look of surprise in the young man's eyes, and he saw that the young man in front of him still didn't seem to be paying attention to himself, but was concentrating on cleaning his soiled clothes. The attack came from a card suspended beside the young man.

"Magician..."

"what……?"

The young man obviously didn't understand the young man's words, he just asked instinctively, but what he attracted was the young man's unexpected attack.The sharp blade attacked the young man like a beast's fang, and the young man who didn't know much about physical skills barely avoided the blow and fell to the ground again.

Seeing that the young man's slash would end the young man's life, but an instinctive reflex to danger made the young man's body stop the attack and opened the distance between the two.

The lasers fired from two different directions penetrated the position where the boy stayed just now, reconfirming the boy's judgment.

When the boy stood firm, the youth took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth.

"I said you, you are too rude...?"

"...!?"

The young man looked at the young man vigilantly, and the language of his own country came out of the other party's mouth.

"Hey, hey..." The young man tried his voice as if he was auditioning at a KTV, and he seemed still not used to this language technique, "I'm in a hurry now, so I can let you go as if I didn't see you, as long as you don't stop wrap around..."

how is this possible……

The boy attacked the young man again without waiting for the young man to finish speaking, and pulled out another dagger from his waist—the dagger he just got from the soldier's corpse—and rushed towards the young man like dancing ghosts and gods.

The young man obviously didn't expect that the young man would reject his proposal. While slightly surprised, he waved his hand, and the levitating shooting spells around him launched an offensive.

However, an unexpected picture appeared in front of the young man. The moment it was launched from the shooting technique, things such as knives and magazine clips appeared out of thin air on the trajectory of the light, hindering the progress of the light bullet, making the light bullet The premature explosion forced the spell to stop.

And while all this was happening, the boy didn't stop moving forward at all, as if he didn't do those things but someone was covering them.

"High-speed alchemy...?"

The young man retreated frequently while speculating about the technique the young man used. This attitude surprised the young man. After all, for ordinary enemy soldiers, they would have fled just by seeing his "trick".Sure enough, for someone who is also a magician, is it still impossible to create that shocking impression?Thinking so, the boy launched the next round of attacks.

The boy stopped in his tracks, and countless sharp knives, grenades, and pistols suddenly appeared beside him, and all the weapons were pointed in the direction of the boy.

"Hey, hey...that's a foul...!"

Although the young man said so, he still didn't stop his counterattack. He took out a black card from the pocket of the military uniform and put it in front of his hand.

"pata"

The boy snapped his fingers, and all the weapons began to bombard him in the direction of the boy as if the brakes had been opened.And the young man seemed to have just finished chanting, the black card in his hand emitted a dazzling white light, and the columnar laser shot in front of the young man several times back and forth, evaporating the entire fan-shaped space.

However, when the dust disappeared, the boy's figure also disappeared in front of his eyes, followed by the metal touch on the back of the young man's neck.

In this scorching weather, the cold blade gives people the illusion that they want to stick it on their own initiative.But the young man obviously hasn't become neurotic because of his desperate situation.

"It's the general~"

The young man spoke for the young man, but the young man didn't answer, he didn't know what to say.Those prisoners of war who were used as training targets would only talk nonsense like spare their lives before they were killed by themselves, because it was impossible for them to be merciful, so whatever the other party said was meaningless.

"However, your magic is really special, and the blow just now was extremely beautiful, can you tell me what your trick is?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled, which made the young man a little at a loss.No one has ever been curious about his affairs before being killed by him.

"Don't look at me like this. I'm one of the top magicians in the country that is your enemy. At least I still have the right to know the truth before I die, right? What's more, before I came here, I But I don’t remember someone telling me that there are still remaining magicians in country E. This country should have been caused by wars since 50 years ago...”

"Shut up."

The blade pressed against the young man's neck, and the young man spoke to the young man for the first time.

"Yes, I understand... But young master, let's make a deal, I'll give you that motorcycle, and then pretend I didn't see you, so you just let me go, okay?"

"Even if...kill you, the motorcycle is mine..."

"That's right~"

The young man smiled softly again, the blade cut into his skin because of his trembling, and tiny drops of blood slid down the plane of the knife.

"However, as a mage, no one seems to have taught you... Even when catching the enemy, you must pay attention to the surrounding environment."

"Eh……?"

The young man glanced around from the corner of his eye, and dozens of shooting spells floating in the air were ready to go.Before the boy came, he jumped away from the youth, and the cage made of light enveloped the two of them.

"It hurts...!!!"

It was the young man sitting on the ground who moaned, and when the gunpowder smoke cleared, the young man stood not far away and looked at the young man warily.

The young man's shoulders and arms were cut in a large area, and blood continued to ooze from his clothes, but the key parts were not injured.Because the boy just scratched the boy "simply" while escaping from the shooting point.

However, what surprised the young man was that the young man was able to escape from his own attack just now, and even the cloak on his body didn't have a single bullet hole.

"Again, you can escape on a motorcycle...or..." The young man took out a whole stack of black cards from his pocket with his other uninjured hand, "You can choose to continue playing dodge with me here game."

The young man frowned and hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked in the direction of the motorcycle. One second before, the middle-aged and young man could see the young man's cloak in the strong wind. "Nailed" to the ground.

The sound of the engine starting came from beside him. He didn't sit up from the ground until he was sure that the boy had driven his motorcycle out of range, and took out his mobile phone:

"Hey~ Luo Haofeng special operator, my motorcycle was robbed...yes, I was attacked. The other party is...a magician...In short, come and pick me up by positioning first, please."