Son of the Tower

Chapter 48

When Mars opened his eyes, he found that the world was ruled by night, strange cities, unknown alleys, dense raindrops in the sky but did not fall, and a dark human figure stood in the distance.

There was a panel in front of Mars. There was no such thing before. Mars subconsciously wanted to click the fork on that panel.

Clicked it and it didn't work at all.

After clicking twice more, Mars saw a small box jump out.

'Little bastard, don't you just want to order it after reading it! '

I don't know why, but Mars always feels that the lines between the lines are full of teacher Bonta's grievances. That kind of grievance has passed through the screen, passed through the Quanzhen training system, and came directly to Mars.

Forget it, Mars still watched everything patiently, and then realized that there are two options for completing this training, one is to cut down the dark guy opposite to protect the target behind him; the other is to Turn around and run with the target.

"Target? There are two options? Why didn't I know before?" Mars was a little puzzled.

Then the little box popped out again.

'Have you seen the mission panel before. '

Mars was choking for breath - indeed, he hadn't seen it.

Mars felt a little embarrassed when he thought of the exhaustion on the face of the omnic mentor who looked like a house-elf outside the screen when he said this.

This made Mars a little curious about the mission introduction behind the panel, and he specifically read the introduction about the target in the introduction.

·The target you protect is Ishikawa Tsubaki. This poor child has been living in a conspiracy since she was born. I believe that her future will also live in a conspiracy. Maybe there will be a day when the conspiracy will succeed.

Tsubaki?
Tsubaki?

Mars turned his head and saw a little child. In the rainy night, her face was drenched with fear and horror. What made Mars nervous was that her left eyeball was gone, and there was only one scary child. hole.

Xiaochun's left eye...is it a prosthetic eye?

Mars was thinking, and he couldn't believe that one of those beautiful and smart eyes was actually a prosthetic eye.

But Mars did hear from Xiao Chun that she had been assassinated many times, and he got used to it.

Get used to it...Mars doesn't know how much suffering there is in these three words.

Sadajiro had protected Xiaotsubaki, and Mars didn't know what was hidden in it, but he had protected Xiaotsubaki, and he seemed to love Xiaotsubaki very much. As the one who was saved by Sadajiro, Mars decided that he must be in the future. Helped her in the day.

Thinking of this, Mars stretched out his hand, and there were various weapons on the weapon rack in front of him.

The alley is not suitable for a long weapon. Choosing this is tantamount to suicide, and the short weapon is too short. In the end, Mars grabbed a four island sword with a black sheath.

Taking the knife in his hand, Mars was a little puzzled - because he felt that he was very familiar with this weapon.

No, I have never used this kind of weapon before. Why do I have the illusion that I am familiar with using it when holding it.

The rain began to fall, and the torrential rain made the night blurred. The figure at the end of the dark alley was slowly getting shorter, and the neon lights behind him were so blurred.

· Four islands, the northernist Zhan, Tang Sanlang, here to ask for advice.

A hoarse voice pierced the rain curtain.

Mars rolled up his sleeves. The official spring uniforms in southern Tainan are good for everything, but the cuffs are a little bigger.

The doll didn't rush to attack.

Mars rolled up his sleeves, let the little Chun behind him retreat, and then lowered his body like a human figure, holding the sheath with his left hand, and resting his right hand on the handle of the knife habitually.

·Tannan...the son of the tower, Mars, please advise.

The same psionic conversation.

The figure moved, and in the next second, the figure that passed through the rain came to Mars. This figure had a metal face—a mask.

This doesn't scare Mars, after all, in the last class, Mars was chased and killed by two hundred ghouls who were not even considered human beings all over the ruins.

At the moment when the saber touched his body, he turned around, tapped his left foot on the wall on the right side of the alley, passed the thrust, and the downward slash with the drawn saber was passed, and the latter turned the long saber in his hand and raised it upwards.

Mars' long tail flicked to the face of the doll, carrying rain and weight, affecting the doll at the same time, Mars twisted his body in the air and fell, forcing the doll away with a slash.

It was impossible for the latter to expose his back to his opponent, so he had to turn around and face Mars.

The human form squatting on the ground, and Mars holding a knife, are like two sculptures under the heavy rain.

As if they had a heart-to-heart connection, the two moved at the same time, the knives interlaced in the rain, the high-hardness alloys intertwined with each other, sparks splashed everywhere.

Once again, passing through the alleys, Mars had a glimpse of understanding in his heart, rolled up the scabbard on the ground with his long tail and sent it to his right hand, and then put the scabbard back into the sheath.

·Do you draw your knife... My child, do you have confidence?

Somewhere, a familiar voice sounded in Mars' mind.

No, it's not the seductive voice before. What Mars feels from this voice is care and love.

Yes, drawing the sword, I feel it, I know this kind of battle like I have been through thousands of times.

Answering in his heart, Mars lowered his head and closed his eyes.

With psychic power as his eyes, Mars heard the footsteps in the rain, heard the heartbeat getting closer, and heard the long knife cutting through the raindrop curtain all over the sky.

The moment the blade touched his body, Mars completed a backward displacement with the power of psionic power, then took a step and drew the blade.

In the opened eyes, the long knife in his hand sliced ​​open the waist of the figure in front of him, and the blood was splashed on the wall.

The figure knelt in the rain, and he raised his head tremblingly.

·Such a fast knife, come, free me.

After speaking, he knelt up straight.

Mars walked around to his side, holding the long knife with both hands, and swung the knife at his neck with his head bowed.

After everything was over, Mars withdrew his knife. He turned his head and looked at the little Chun standing in the rain with blood dripping under his feet.

I didn't personally experience this scene, but for some reason, Mars walked up to her and stretched out his hand.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a safe place."

The moment those words were spoken, the training was over.

The rainy night is gone, Xiaochun is gone, there is only darkness and a panel.

Myers didn't look at the panel.

He just felt the coldness of the little hand that was handed to his palm.

Xiaochun obviously has a father, why is she being assassinated again and again.

Who wants to kill her, is it the merciless northernists that the newspaper said, or the ruthless Shishima Kodo faction that the teacher said.

This shouldn't be, whether it's the Northernists or the Four Islands Royal Road faction, the struggle between you can't even give a child a way to survive.

Or... as Mr. Pauly said, in the history of mankind, some blood has always been shed because of need.

... Mars opened his eyes.

He woke up from the real trainer.

Looking at the hatch that opened, the young being had a question he couldn't wait to ask his mentor.

Is it really that difficult for those adults to give a child a way out?

(End of this chapter)