In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Working together for several months, the relationship between the two is actually quite good, but the substitute in Babbage's mind is artificial intelligence, and he looks down on the cannon fodder in the myth.

Once it comes to theoretical issues, there is no end to the fight for a few hours, Rosen quickly interrupted: "Medea is right, weapons that cannot be activated immediately are useless, let's talk about the limitations of Dragon Tooth Soldiers. "

After a theological victory, Medea smiled triumphantly, and replied: "Magic infusion will affect the overall structure. After using it once, the Dragon Tooth Soldier will turn into powder. As a driving source, the full-load operation time is three and a half minutes."

Three minute fighter?Okay, it's very EVA.

Now it was not his turn to pick and choose, and Rosen immediately issued an assembly order, and at this moment, the roar of the flying dragon came from the sky, telling him to quickly put out the cigarette butt.

In the special telescope, you can see the swaying trees a few kilometers away, and the source of magic power is looming.

Time was running short, and Rosen gave the last order on the way back to the cave:

"Arash, this time it's up to you to use your strengths again..."

PS: I’ve been watching Gundam SEED for the past two days. Well, Alas and Aslan are really good at self-destruction!

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It was early in the morning, and the moonlight was covered by dark clouds and it was pitch black. The monsters either relied on night vision or their sense of smell to move forward in the mountains and forests, but at a much slower speed.

The telescope in Rosen's hand is the latest product of the Roman Research Institute. It can see a certain intensity of magic power fluctuations within the visual range, and the chasing soldiers will not restrain their magic power, so they are all exposed.

"Fifty on the left, one hundred and two on the right, and a large army behind, there should be no less than two hundred. They are all agile."

"Want to break through? I'll be the striker!" Joan of Arc rested for a few hours, feeling in good condition, and even recovered a lot of magic power.

The front of the fart......

Rosen glanced at the village girl, and suddenly remembered that the opponent's tactics were reckless, without recklessness, rushing to the front, who knows how the Hundred Years' War was won. Could it be that the British are all ADCs, and they are most afraid of being overthrown by others?

"Jeanne, it's easy to kill these monsters, but there are still thousands of enemies after exposure, can we kill them with just the two of us?"

"I can't kill it." Joan of Arc said sullenly. Even in her heyday, she didn't dare to be presumptuous in Africa. If the Dragon Witch hadn't taken a million troops to Spain, this mountain range would have been filled with monsters long ago.

"So, disperse and break through." Rosen took out a map and spread it on the ground, which he took casually when passing by a village.

This is just a tourist map, and the paper has turned yellow. At most, the units at the town level are marked on it.Rosen followed the map all the way to the east with his fingers, and said without raising his head:

"You go east along the mountains, turn northeast after about [-] kilometers, and we gather at 'Tarantos'."

"Remember, the speed must be fast, and the magic power must be restrained to the limit! Put away your flagpole too, hide if you can, and if you can't hide, you will not be left alive! Are you clear?"

Heroic spirits are not ordinary people. Except for some ancestral road idiots, they usually don't get lost. Joan of Arc can be regarded as a general who leads troops. Even if she is not very educated, she can understand Luo Sen's meaning in a short time.

"Okay, but I'm going east, so what do you do?!"

"Let's take the north road. Anyway, along the edge of the mountain range, maybe it's faster than you." Rosen put away the map nonchalantly. Joan of Arc had [Divine Enlightenment] to find the way, but he didn't.

The saint was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses and shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, it's too dangerous for you to go to the north from here! How about I trade it with you."

Joan is more willing to give than to take, and the most dangerous tasks should be undertaken by herself.

"Dangerous? Both of us have a [-]/[-] chance of escaping. Besides, I'm better at stealth." Rosen took out all kinds of long guns and short cannons like magic. Seeing Joan of Arc, what else did he want to say? His face sank and he stretched out his hand to interrupt:

"My lord, you won't forget your oath!"

Follow the command, this is a big hole that was just dug a few hours ago, and I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.Joan bit her lip, she was not a procrastination person.

"Okay, be careful!"

Having made a decision, she tore off her cloak and wrapped it around the flagpole, tied it to her back with silk stockings, pulled out the long sword at her waist and left with her head buried.

Dressed in white clothes, he didn't look like a fleeing person, and Rosen didn't turn around until his back disappeared into the night.

Joan of Arc can't run away. Her specialty is recklessness, not escape. Rosen hesitated for a moment, as if he was weighing whether it was necessary to put himself in danger to save the saint.

After a few seconds, he finally made up his mind and quickly ran to the commanding heights, where a mech with a 'sniper gun' was already waiting.

The forest is dark, and the brainless low-level monsters are like a group of robots. They explore the way forward according to their instincts, while the moderate demons behind have a slightly higher IQ and can give orders. They have always been the backbone of the monster army.

The visitors were all werewolves, and their keen sense of smell was the best scout. After walking for five minutes, one of the 'humans' sniffed the ground, and suddenly the hair on his neck stood on end.

"Found the trace!"

Dozens of werewolves hurriedly gathered over, lay down on the ground and sniffed around, and finally confirmed that it was the 'stink' of the heroic spirits!They separated one person to report back, and not long after, the werewolf leader strode forward.

There are many monsters in Africa, and the accumulation of more than ten years has made the number of deeply demonized monsters astonishing. There are hundreds of werewolves in this area, which would be a small tribe in Europe, but here they are led by high-end cannon fodder.

Its appearance has undergone tremendous changes, its height is more than three meters, its hair is black and gray, and the big sword on its back is a magic prop. Since the defeat of Britain, the black shadows have paid more and more attention to quality to strengthen their monsters to assist their combat power.

Evolved to the depth, it can be regarded as out of the ranks of cannon fodder in front of him, the werewolf walked slowly, and all his subordinates half-knelt on the ground to make way for him.

"Boss, I found the aura of a heroic spirit. He should have just left." They had already bypassed the cave where Rosen and the others were hiding, and Joan of Arc had not received professional training after all, so no matter how restrained she was, the aura would leak out.

"One? Didn't Master Kirei mean two people?" The giant wolf tilted his head, showing a very humane expression, cunning has become a racial talent.

"Hmph, that's a human being! If it wasn't for the favor of the Witch, why would you order us!"

"Yeah, humans are stupid, and their judgments cannot be trusted!"

For a while, the wolves howled continuously, but all the monsters with IQ were venting their anger. Since they were chaotic and evil, their minds were not so clear-headed, and they often drew their swords at each other over trivial matters.

The giant wolf also seemed very dissatisfied, if Kotomine Kirei hadn't been a bit weird and had killed a demon Liwei, it would have stabbed him in the back long ago, and it happened that he hadn't tasted human flesh for several years.

"Okay, don't talk about it here, let Feilong go back to report, and the others will catch up with me! It's best to catch the alive ones, those tentacle monsters seem to be doing some experiments, and they urgently need female heroic spirit carriers."

The giant wolf waved his hand to tell his subordinates to shut up. In the army of monsters without coins, a living heroic spirit is priceless.