because i am stel

Shirtel, I don't really want to answer this question.

"Back to the point, Persephone. It's getting too far."

However, there was a chuckle from the other side of the communicator.

"Interesting, didn't I make it clear enough, Stuart."

"Your subconscious mind tells you that on that list, there are still things that have been left out."

Miss Steele looked away, and she noticed that the observatory was actually not far from her.And from the building full of scientific research style, there were vague sounds of fighting and blasting.And her dynamic vision caught a window, and she saw the action of the swordsman dressed in red and black.

It turned out to be the case.

Sure enough, one person was missing from the list.

The girl stuck out her tongue and thumped her own head.Although I have never practiced the operators given by the event, and I have little interest in them, but since they are also members of Rhodes Island, I still can't pretend that these people don't exist.

——Flame guest.

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4000, I have to go out to do some errands in the afternoon, even if it is two sessions _(:з」∠)_

No.30 Eight Sections Entry Assessment

Flame guest.

Yan Ke's name is Yan Ke.

For Sarkaz, there is not much difference between a name and a code name.Because in the eyes of the vast majority of Sarkaz, there is actually no big difference between people and objects.

For convenience, artifacts can acquire many names.

For convenience, a person can also have many pronouns.

On this land called Terra, the Sarkaz are a special group—they embrace the Origin Stone instead of fearing or rejecting it.They are incompatible with the world, but they don't care about the malice and hostility of the whole world-the origin of this concept is unknown.However, this idea has long been deeply rooted in the blood of the species along with the continuation of Sarkaz.

In the eyes of Sarkaz, human life is equivalent to the useful life of utensils, and they rarely think that their ideas are fallacious.

Therefore, Sarkaz's mercenaries have always been different.

They disregard life, whether it is the life of enemies, companions, or themselves.

They crave war, whether against enemies, against friends, or against themselves.

Yan Ke is a qualified Sarkaz, but also a qualified Sarkaz mercenary.Compared with these two identities that determined his essence, the top-notch swordsmanship he holds is actually irrelevant.

Yes, insignificant.

Since the end of the Sarkaz Civil War, in the past few years, this swordsman who used to be on the battlefield of the Civil War has often been bound by an old dream-he has returned to that battlefield more than once, in the ruins. superior.Then, faced with enemies coming from all directions, faced with the betrayal of superiors, faced with hunger and thirst, faced with running out of ammunition and food, and faced... that gloomy glance accidentally cast from behind the fog of war.

He used to have a team, siblings, and comrades-in-arms whom he could rely on for life and death.

However, all of this disappeared without a trace with the hostility with the Tower of Babel—just a piece of information, a transfer, and an ordinary escort mission.The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel used a simple train problem to force his superiors to attack him and his team-it took him half a year to deduce the whole picture of the battle from the pile of waste paper and the mouths of the dead.Then he realized that his team's role in that battle was simply insignificant.

The queen of the underworld's chariot ran over Teresis's army, and its difficulty was no more difficult than harvesting ripe ears of wheat with a scythe.And Yan Ke and Yan Ke's comrades in arms are nothing special in the wheat field.

He doesn't hate the spirit of the Tower of Babel—why should a chess piece hate a chess player?Sarkaz's morality makes him not easily immersed in the simple emotion of 'revenge'.After all, human life is just a number, and the number represented by the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel is far more than he and his companions combined.

He was just curious.

If at the beginning, I and my team joined the camp of the Tower of Babel.So, is the number I hold at this moment much heavier than it is now?

He joined the integration movement with this in mind.

With this in mind he turned away from the Integration Movement when the Evening Fire manifested.

He had a speculation, which was gradually confirmed after he saw acquaintances in the city of Chernobog.And when the armband of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals, roughly similar to the Tower of Babel, appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help but acted.

The memories and sighs ended here, when he recovered from the loss of thinking about the past.He found that the long knife in his hand had been placed on the collar of Luper's Scourge Messenger belonging to Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals.

He was a little regretful that what he was going to do was not this kind of thing.And attacking the courier on the eve of the natural disaster is obviously not sensible.

but……

He tilted his head, at the end of his field of vision.He saw that the entire solid protective wall was torn off by a slender hand like a piece of bread, together with the steel bars and carbon skeleton.Seeing the squirming fire, seeing the human silhouette surrounded by crimson.

Ah... the guess is indeed correct.The most powerful 'power' held by the Tower of Babel in the past.Sure enough, it is the biggest nightmare that hangs over the entire land of Terra today.

So he hit the backhand and knocked the messenger unconscious.

Then, raise the long knife.

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Miss Steele was a little confused.

She couldn't quite understand why her own operator and the guy who was about to become her operator would fight here.What was even more incomprehensible was why Persephone would not talk to herself about such a trivial matter.

"I have real-time monitoring in this area. I judge that the Sarkaz sword master is not hostile to the Provence operators, and the sword master has a chance to exist in your list-so, I put this It's up to you to handle the matter."

Well, problem solved for one.Persephone was able to judge the hostility through the monitor... She said yes.

So--

She glanced at Provence, and saw no scars or special qi and blood floating on the wolf with a big tail.It seemed that it was really just being stunned, maybe there would not even be a sequela of being dizzy for half an hour.

So she turned her gaze away.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Flame." Ten meters away, the man with the knife responded in a deep voice. "I want to join you, I want to see the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world."

Among the Sarkaz, holding a weapon and reporting a name is equivalent to proposing a duel.

He is Sarkaz, and Shirtel, who is ten meters away, is also Sarkaz.

"If you didn't hurt the messenger, then I'll be happy to grant your wish." Shirtel replied, her eyebrows were raised slightly, and her sharpness spread like a sword. "But you did something wrong, so I'm going to fix you up."

"Wrong? Isn't it a help?" The swordsman jumped over the sleeping messenger of the disaster, turning the distance of ten meters into nine.

"There are many people who know that there is a powerful Sarkaz swordsman in the Tower of Babel. There are many people who know that the Sarkaz swordsman became the famous legendary mercenary 'Fire Giant King' after leaving the Tower of Babel. People who know that the "King Hunter" arrived in Chernobog and destroyed the integration movement, this whole city is. But people who know the "Fire Giant King" and know that she and the "King Hunter" appeared in this city at the same time , very few."

"You're hiding your identity, and I can guess what you're going to do next—the messenger lady has already finished her work before I do it. Then I judge that you probably don't expect her to know this secret." He raised his hand and showed a draft with wet ink but exact values.

"I guess you will stun her or send her away, so I did it for you. And if you agree with this bargain. Then I hope to fight you as my reward."

Miss Stelter raised her raised eyebrows lightly——she waved her hand, and the drone floating beside her left her side and headed to the side of Provence, who was sleepy. Nirvana has undoubtedly placed improvised medical components on the drone.And Yanke turned a blind eye to the drone.

Nine meters became seven meters.

"You can't beat me." Shirtel stared at the swordsman in front of him, his tone was flat and ordinary. "Not to mention skills, you can't compare to me in strength and speed. And you are not proficient in origin stone skills, and you can't fight my flames at all-even if I fight you as the king of fire giants, you can at most Take one sword strike from me. Second strike, and you will die."

"Sarkaz, who can catch your sword, is qualified to join Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals?" The knife master continued to move forward, and the distance of seven meters immediately changed to six.

"Strictly speaking, Rhodes Island is not a war group... Probably not. But if you insist, I will add an additional note to this on the recommendation letter." Shirtel sighed and pressed his fingertips on the floating On the spine of Levantine's sword behind him.

look up.

So the sword master's mouth curled into a smile.

Stepping forward, rushing forward, holding the blade flat.

The distance of six meters is reduced to one.

The sound of metal collisions immediately resounded throughout the observatory.

The long red knife in the sword master's hand shattered into hundreds of pieces of iron. Sweat and heat rose from his body, turning into waves of air hitting all directions.He gripped the handle of the knife tightly, took a deep breath, and his face turned pale.Take two deep breaths, hands and feet are cold.After taking three deep breaths, he fell to the ground with a 'plop', and then a lot of sweat soaked the ground, and he fainted immediately.

And Shirter's hand was still pressed on Levantin's sword spine, without moving a single bit, but the toes retreated half a step from the previous position.

"I told you that you can't beat me." The girl shook her head helplessly, stretched out her hand, and the draft calculated by Provence fell lightly into her hand—she didn't even look at it, just casually threw it to the nearest The location of a drone.

"Are you going to recruit him?" asked the fiery Sarkaz.

"If you need me to sign a joint recommendation letter, I will not refuse." The drone picked up the draft, and at the same time came Persephone's answer.

"Well, at least this operation is not a waste of work." She shrugged, but she didn't feel the joy of completing the side mission.After all, even if she didn't appear here, Yanke would join Rhodes Island if he wanted to.And her arrival is just an addition to the entrance test process.

It's a lot to do, but it's okay.After all, they are all their own operators, and spending energy and time on them is not a worthless expense.

She walked to Provence, picked up the wolf with a big tail that was unfortunately beaten, and put her lightly on the researcher's seat beside her.Feeling the soft touch from her arm, she couldn't help grabbing the overgrown wolf tail RUA.

She felt that she understood red, Ruper's wolf tail... RUA seems really interesting.

Soft and fluffy.

She couldn't help but RUA a few more times.

No.30 Nine Sections Wolf and Spices (Delicious)

Provence.

Provence is a little wolf with a big tail.

The task of the little wolf is to explore and identify the signs of the flood.

And report the information on the construction of the dam to the wise man of the forest.

- I'm going to wake up... I have to send the parameters back...

The little wolf walked through the thorny jungle, where the animals were noisy.Can't join their party, or time will definitely be wasted.

So the little wolf searched and avoided the animal party. She successfully found the tallest tree. As long as she climbed on the top of the tree, she could see the farthest river.

—I must go back...I must do...I...can't stop here!

The river overflowed, and the gathering tide roared violently.The little wolf watched the flood intently, using his paws to trace the direction of the flood peak on the solid leaves.

She looked and looked, looked and looked.It was found that there was a sharp angle formed by the rocky terrain on the edge of the forest.If the dike is built on the basis of that sharp corner, it will certainly be able to block the flood stably and well.

——I am...Provence...the messenger of the natural disaster, the operator of Rhode Island...I want to find Amiya, I want to tell the doctor the parameters...I have to go back...

—I must go back... I must go back!

The noisy animals suddenly fell silent.The little wolf anxiously carved the last stroke of the record.Looking up, a hungry sword beast was lying on the other side of the canopy at some point.Saliva drooled from the dagger-like fangs, and a greedy light shone from the scarlet eyes.

The little wolf took Ye Zi and wanted to escape, but the sword beast rushed towards her!

- I can't die here... data, parameters... Chernobog... have to go back, have to...

——I... am the messenger of the Scourge...

The sword beast's movements were nimble and cunning, and the immature wolf cub was easily pushed down on the tree trunk.The last thing she could do was to hide the leaves that recorded the flood peak under her body.However, the fangs of the sword beast had already pressed against her neck.

——Did I fail... Am I dying... Woo, the data... The data hasn't been sent back yet...

——I'm sorry...Amiya...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

--I……

The big tree seemed to be on fire, and the flames spread and swept across, engulfing the wolf and the sword beast. At the end of the memory, the little wolf only saw his own burning tail.

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Provence opened his eyes suddenly, and his fingers suddenly grasped, almost pinching out several holes in the medical bed sheet under him.She subconsciously wanted to jump up, but was pushed back to the hospital bed by a pair of strong hands.She struggled, screamed, and roared from her weakened body.

"Amiya! I'm going to see Amiya! I want to give the data to the doctor! I want to-"

"It's over!" The person who held her down responded to her with the same loud voice, and the feminine and soft voice was a bit hoarse.The scenery in front of him changed from blurred to superimposed double images, and then Provence felt embraced into a warm embrace. "The Scourge is over, it was over hours ago. Someone fixed it all, everyone survived!"

"It's over, is it over?" The natural disaster messenger couldn't believe it.

She shook her head vigorously, a powerful force suddenly burst out from her slender limbs.She broke free from that warm embrace amidst a cry of exclamation, and then she ran straight to the nearest place where the wind was blowing.

She felt that there was light, that there was a draft, that there should be a window, and that she could see the sky directly from the room.

Then--

She saw dusk.

Like the Milky Way, the dusk divides the gloomy sky in two.

The huge natural disaster cloud was completely cut open from the middle by an unknown force, and a blank channel with a width of at least ten kilometers was forcibly torn apart in the stone cloud of radioactive sources scattered in the shape of fish scales.In the blank space, stars can be faintly seen twinkling in the extreme sky.Then it was covered by the red clouds in the evening under the colorful colors.

dusk.

It turns out that it is really already dusk now.

All the strength in Provence's body faded in an instant, and when her feet were weak, she was about to sit down.But before that, the person whose face she couldn't see clearly supported her from behind.

"It's over. I heard from others that it was the legendary 'World Hunting' who broke the Calamity Cloud. Before today, I have never heard that there are people in the world who dare to wrestle with the Calamity Cloud and can win the battle— — This lunatic, but thanks to him, everyone survived."

The voice was rambling, and there was a strange familiarity in it—Provence remembered that the owner of this voice had met her in Rhodes Island.And that person's name is...