Angel Son of Tomorrow's Ark

'He' was wearing a full-coverage super-heavy armor, which was tightly wrapped from head to toe, and those who didn't know thought it was an astronaut.

Even the sturdy swordsman looked much thinner compared to Muyan.

And even wearing this super heavy armor that looked sweltering, Mu Yan didn't show any signs of fatigue.

'He' pushed aside the thorns with the hammer in his hand, squatted down, and stroked the ground with one hand.

Even through thick gloves, the mud rock can still feel the vitality of the soil, reaching a consensus with this surging natural life.

After confirming that there is no danger around, Mudrock nodded, and a deep voice came out from the helmet:

"Let everyone rest. But be quiet and open flames are strictly prohibited. These thorns are slightly poisonous and barely edible. Let everyone wear gloves to peel off the outer skin, and chew the small pieces slowly to replenish some water."

Muyan broke off the barbed plants at hand, and after repeated instructions, he handed over to the refugees behind him for processing.

Another companion next to Muyan couldn't help but sighed in frustration:

"Fleeing into this jungle, I managed to get rid of the pursuers, but these people can't hold on. And it's impossible to cover up the tracks. Experienced hyenas will catch up soon... Feed the mud rock , should we..."

"No."

Mudstone made a thick sound from under the helmet, shaking his head resolutely:

"We accepted them, so we should treat them as fellow citizens. Beneath the high walls of Leitania, they gave us clean water and warm soup. Sharing our own scarce food, this is in Katz You know how precious Dell is."

"... also. Please don't tell the brothers, or I will be mobbed."

The Sarkaz mercenary nodded, and turned around to help the refugees find edible food.

Mudstone remained vigilant, leaning on his warhammer.

'His' gaze under the helmet silently looked at his companions behind him.

There are more than [-] people in total, all of whom are infected.

They all have forked antlers on their heads and are Elafia.

The Elafia tribe is distributed in Sami, Casimir, and the northwest of Ursas, and is a race adapted to the cold environment.

At the same time, they are the main race of Letania, and most of the citizens of the kingdom of towers are Elafia.

It is not uncommon for Elafians to become infected.

The origin stone spells are very developed, and there are often infected people in Letania who use a large number of origin stones.

But Elafia infected people who will act together with Sarkaz mercenaries are very rare.

In fact, they were all refugees protected by the mud rock group of mercenaries.

[Everyone is an infected person with nowhere to go.Before the distinction of race, first of all, there is a common desire to survive. 】——This is what Muyan persuaded his subordinates.

But unlike the Sarkaz mercenaries who crawled out of the dead, these infected people with antlers were not combatants. They were miners and poor farmers at most.

Their bodies were crumbling, exhausted from the arduous journey.

This made the Mudrock team have to adapt to their situation, and the progress of escape was very slow.

In a low voice that the compatriots could not hear, Muyan also sighed slightly:

"The invisible enemy, the tower warlocks of Letania, the blasphemous spells left by the Witch King... We have lost several more of our kind."

"If this is the so-called destiny, then we... no, it is not destiny at all."

Mu Yan shook his head, shaking off the budding weakness and confusion in his heart.

Although there is retribution caused by one's own behavior in this world, there is absolutely no cause and effect judged by a superior third party, nor should there be.

Even if there is a destiny, it is also what he did, which caused the retribution of others, and everything is a man-made disaster.

If this should be called fate, Mudstone will accept it and resist to the last moment.

'He' has a clear conscience about what he did.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with living as a Sarkaz or assisting fellow infected people to live together, and I will never bow to anyone who says it is wrong.

...However, looking at the haggard faces and chapped lips of the refugees in front of him, Muyan couldn't help biting his lips tightly.

"...I will fight until the last moment. For my fellow man, and for myself."

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It was the seventh day that the Mudrock team worked with these infected refugees, and it was also the third day they fled into this vast forest.

Ever since they escaped from the mobile city, the tower warlocks in Leitania have been hunting them down.

This is not the first time that the Mudrock team has been hunted down, nor is it the first time that the Warlock has been hunted down.

But being hunted down by [Warlock of Letania] was indeed the first time, and Muyan felt the terror of Letania deeply.

For seven days, more than a dozen Sarkaz brothers died tragically.

But even after paying such a terrible price, they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

From the first day out of the city, they were constantly being attacked by flames, hail and hurricanes, as if everything around them was encircling them.

Although Muyan knew the ancient secret arts of the Sarkaz family and could communicate with the earth full of vitality, he still couldn't see through the opponent's spells.

The warlocks of Letania didn't even show their faces, and they weren't in a hurry to kill them all.

They just attacked from time to time, as if they were teasing the funny mice, and used all the tricks that they didn't have a chance to use on them.

Being treated like a street rat didn't come as a surprise to Mudrock.

But the hateful thing is that Letania's evil is far more than that.

Muyan saw his companion's body with his own eyes, and was penetrated by the origin stones that grew in his body.

The screams from the excruciating pain made it hard to imagine that he was a Sarkaz warrior who survived hell.

Those tower warlocks can not only hide their tracks and cast spells from extremely long distances, they can even affect the origin stones in the infected person's body!

After several compatriots died so tragically, and even caused harm to the surrounding companions, the living people finally realized: they were using the bodies of infected people as staffs!

The infected are finally no longer just objects of fear and contempt, but even the mutilated body itself has become the capital to be squeezed, which is ridiculous progress.

"Mudrock - run! Don't look back, run!"

The soldier who was still helping the refugees peel the thorns during the day, now his left arm has turned into an origin stone.

The proliferating source stone pierced through his shoulder, breaking his arm at the root, and his appearance was shocking.

And for some reason, the origin stone that grows faintly grows to resemble an arm.

But this radiant arm is just a parasite that erodes its master.

The tenacious warrior roared, shouting to the mudstone protecting the refugees:

"Run! Run to Columbia, run to Kazdel! Run to where we can live!"

"Live for me! Smash my head before I'm used as a staff to kill you!!"

"but......"

Rao is as tenacious as a mud rock, facing such mournful roars from his compatriots, the war hammer in his hand becomes extremely heavy.

The soldiers all vaguely realized that the reason why they couldn't find the spellcaster for so many days was because they were not casting spells themselves.

Those tower warlocks used a more treacherous method, remotely manipulating the origin stone in the infected person's body to cast spells, allowing them to kill themselves.

Of course, the position of the caster could not be found, at least the ability of Mudstone was not enough.

Facing the dire wish of his compatriots, Niyan finally hesitated.

During this fatal hesitation, the man who was being used as a staff screamed in pain, and flames shot out from the origin stone shaped like an arm!

"--not good!"

Mudstone let out a gasp, watching as his fire ignited the bushes and would soon lead to a conflagration.

This made the mud rock immediately plunge the hammer into the ground, connect the earth with its own vitality, and stir up mud waves to drown the flames.

It's just that during the incident, she had no choice but to watch the hands of the compatriots in front of her reach out to her.

When the source stone shone with light, the warrior struggled and roared, and Mu Yan silently closed his eyes.

Luo Zhen: "——my sword is very big, bear with it."

Along with the man's voice, Muyan saw an angel.

That's not about the Sakota angel...

No, although they are indeed Sakotas, they are more angelic angels than Sakotas.

Mu Yan opened his eyes wide, watching a man descending from the sky at high speed like a god.

He has a Sakota halo on his head, but it is very different from the average Sakota, like a white crown surrounded by thorns.

With a swipe of the [sword] emitting light in his hand, Qi Gen cut off the crystal source stone arm of his compatriots.

And I don't know how he did it, the origin stone crystals that should have erupted were all swallowed up by the sword emitting white light in his hand.

As if it had been absorbed, there was no trace left.

Then he supported the collapsed Sarkaz warrior, raised his head and said:

"Northwest, two kilometers away, in the hills."

"They are using the Originium network to cast spells remotely, and there are more than one level. They must have used several infected people as transfer stations, probably slaves."

"【吹... Chi...】"

At the moment when the sound of heavy breathing came, Mu Yan realized that another man in iron armor had appeared beside him at some point!

And what's even more unbelievable is that the armored man also has a halo on his head!Also a Sakota Angel!

This super armored man, who is bigger than mudstone, is the Iron Angel Portofino.

Portofino is not only wearing power armor, but also carrying a cross wrapped in crimson cloth on his back.

With the already heavy power armor, plus the cross that was almost as tall and thick as the armor, Portofino's body easily weighed several hundred kilograms.

But there was no sound other than the sound of breathing, not even the sound of footsteps.

In front of the mudstone who was so shocked that his little head went blank, Luo Zhen continued to order Portofino:

"Save the infected, but don't reveal your identity. It's okay to make a big noise, but don't let those bitches continue to do evil. Can it be done?"

"【Whew... Chi.】"