I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

On the top of the building, Kuchurin suddenly heard his master's voice.

[Lancer, they have already jumped downstairs.

Without the slightest sluggishness, Cu Chulin smashed into the smoke, and also jumped off the teaching building, falling steadily to the ground, staring at Chen Yan and Tosaka Rin not far away.

"Archer! Come and fight me!"

The corners of Chen Yan's mouth were slightly cocked in places where Ku Chuulin could not see.

"I mean it too."

"As expected of someone who can become a hero, let me see who is better between you and me!"

The cold light flickered, the wind screamed, and the two weapons intertwined, making a huge collision.

Although Chen Yan's melee ability is very strong, this is not his main method to kill the enemy on the battlefield, so he was completely suppressed by Cu Chulin in melee combat.

Rin has now left the school and is running towards home, because Chen Yan explained to her before and asked her to run back when the two heroic spirits crossed the battle. He had his own way of getting out of the battlefield.

To be honest, Rin didn't want to escape very much. This was an arrogant heart at work, but Chen Yan told her "this is not an escape, but a strategic retreat."

What's more, if I were on the battlefield, it would also affect the performance of the archer. Rin was not unreasonable, so I evacuated the battlefield when the two clashed.

Feeling that Rin had almost withdrawn, Chen Yan suddenly made a false move and pulled a certain distance from Cú Chulainn.

There was bright red blood flowing in Chen Yan's chest, which was pierced by Lancer's spear and directly pierced the steel plate on his chest. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have been resurrected.

Chen Yan took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it at his feet.

Immediately, the small bag under Chen Yan's feet disappeared without a trace, and the wound on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cuchurin was rather surprised.

"Is your treasure a therapeutic treasure?"

"Treasure? I don't have one."

"Ha, I know I can't ask anything." Kuchurin laughed mockingly, "Archer, I feel more and more that you are a real hero."

Chen Yan frowned after the treatment: "Why?"

"Hahaha, if you are not a well-known hero, how can you fight me back and forth in close combat? Not to mention you are still an archer."

Cuchurin's smile suddenly became sullen.

"So, if you don't use your ranged attacks,-you-will-die-oh!"

"Then I'll use it for you." Chen Yan sighed, as if he was prepared for something.

"That's right, come, let me see your power!"

Chen Yan took off the breastplate in front of him and slowly closed his eyes.

In the next second, his outfit changed to another look, a light green helmet, light yellow clothes, and a cloak of the same color as the clothes behind him, and the magic stick in his hand disappeared.

This transformation-like change made Cuchulin an expression of interest.

Chen Yan held three brown cylindrical objects tied together by black tape in his arms, holding a black square object in one hand, with a red lever above the square object.

"Come on Lancer! If you dare not pierce my body, then you are a younger brother!"

With a smile that looked at home like death, Chen Yan rushed towards Cú Chulainn under the watchful eyes of Cú Chulainn.

ps: Three shifts reached!

Chapter 9 First Death

As the'son of light', Kuchulin had a proud heart. How could he be able to endure such a rude provocation by Chen Yan. He pointed the tip of the gun at Chen Yan's heart and rushed over, cold The tip of his gun carries a breath of death.

"I want to see what the hell you are doing!"

Yanfeng Qili, who was far away in the church, was observing the battlefield through Cuchurin's perspective. He always felt that the archer was familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was for a while.

It wasn't until the moment that Kuchulin's spear pierced Chen Yan's body that Yanfeng Qili remembered something, and a bead of sweat was dripping from her forehead, and she ordered Kuchulin:

"Lancer! Retreat!"

But it was too late. Chen Yan had already crashed into Cu Chulin's arms, and the gleaming spear was covered with Chen Yan's blood. This was the distance that Chen Yan tried his best and endured the severe pain and rushed closer. .

With a weird smile, he stuffed all the explosives he was holding onto Cuchurin's body, and exhausted his last strength to press the detonator.

Boom!!!!

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The fiery red light illuminates the sky for an instant, and the boom of the explosion resounded across the night sky. With the detonating explosive as the center, people within a radius of five kilometers obviously felt the ground shake, and then it was deafening The sound reaches their ears.

Even Rin Tosaka, who had already run away, stopped and stared at the direction of the school with wide eyes. Everything that happened in the school was accurately transmitted to her head through Chen Yan's eyes and the sweat on her cheeks. It dripped silently onto the asphalt, and his chapped lips opened slightly, as if to say something.

But unfortunately, Rin didn’t even say a word in the end...

There was a picture of Chen Yan's decisive appearance when he pressed the detonator in Rin's head. What exactly has he experienced before...

Drops of drizzle fell from the sky like plush, hitting Tosaka Rin's white and solemn face.

It's raining...

The cold night breeze followed, walking through the woods beside the road, blowing the girl's loose long hair, and Rin Tosaka, who had just exercised vigorously, quickly dropped her body temperature.

The right hand, which was stained with a little silt, tightly grasped the clothes in front of his chest, and the flat clothes were pinched out by the grasp of the palm of wrinkle-like folds on the forehead of the elderly.

Inwardly, it's hard to calm down for a long time.

The explosive filled with gunpowder tore Chen Yan's body at the moment it detonated, and even the pain was only momentary, and he plunged into darkness.

He can't remember how many times he died. When he first went on the battlefield, he would keep in mind the number of deaths again and again...

Once, twice, three times...a thousand times, one thousand and one...eight thousand times, eight thousand and one...

Life is never as valuable as imagined. He is a living example. He had just been resurrected, and he was blown to pieces by a large-caliber cannonball in the next second.

Many deaths are really worthless...

Chen Yan himself didn't know when it started. He forgot to count his deaths. Is the number too big?Or is it simply because of laziness that it doesn't look like recording?He is not very clear, but he just knows that he will not really die. Even if countless bullets penetrate his head, he will return to the battlefield within a few tens of seconds, repeating.

Maybe he gave up recording death on purpose?Well, it's hard to say, he doesn't remember this time anyway.

The pitch-black perspective only lasted a few seconds, and he reappeared in the only stronghold now.