Miss Su tries to survive in the world of reincarnation

"I can't do it." Su Qingyue shook her head, and took out a painting depicting a storm from her side.The simple sketch clearly outlines the appearance of the subspace storm spreading in all directions, even extending all the way to the surroundings of Narnia.However, in the storm, there was no human body shape that should appear.

"I've tried it. For this Xing Li, all prophecy methods are ineffective. It's not that the opponent's defense cannot be broken, or the opponent has some countermeasures. It's simply that I can't find it, I can't see it. I am exactly For this reason, she was regarded as the primary target of attack, and it was also for this reason that I failed to discover in advance that the wise men of the Ximei team chose to protect her by exchanging lives."

"In the future... she doesn't exist at all. Even in the past, I can't find her shadow. I suspect that part of her essence has been transferred to a field that I can't reach now. Perhaps, Is this the hole card she is holding?"

Su Qingyue waved her hands helplessly, expressing her powerlessness.

"It's also possible that it's not the reliance, but the price." Chu took out a single-sided glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, and his whole person suddenly became British. "It's understandable. After facing the two powerful existences of the White Witch and the evil gods of the alien system one after another and paying a huge price. As long as the wise men in West America can still think, they should know that their remaining team combat power is not enough to become a successful team. Victory depends on it. And that time interferer... no matter what means she has, just the fact that she can interfere and affect the future is already a crucial life-saving straw."

"I speculate that their next action must be to rescue the time interferers. Captain, can you locate the current situation of the main force of the West American team?"

Su Qingyue blinked, took out a piece of drawing paper and quickly drew a pattern.After two seconds, she saw a small sailing ship with vague specifications on the drawing paper.And the ship was drifting—no, not quite drifting—in the storms of the warp, the engines were running, it was trying to get somewhere.And the direction of that place is...

"Narnia." Su Qingyue gently pressed the drawing paper.

"One possibility is that the Time Interferers are drifting towards Narnia with the storm. The second possibility is that they have no way of locating the exact location of the Time Interference. They can only prioritize the completion of strategic goals—I personally think that the second possibility is more Big, and as for possibility one. I have a definite guess."

Chu didn't finish speaking, but wrote three numbers on the table.

20,25,3

It's a simple password, but it can't be told.According to the English alphabet, these three numbers correspond to t, y, and c.And that's a very rare combination.In this situation, the follow-up connection can only be tyche, the ancient goddess of fate.And its god domain must be hidden somewhere in the subspace now.

Fate attracts fate, simple logical reasoning.And Su Qingyue quickly sketched for the third time, and this time, what she drew was still an empty subspace area.

It seems that the probability is very high.

The inability to predict the specific coordinates is not a big problem for Su Qingyue—just because she can’t see it doesn’t mean she can’t find someone who knows—in Dorothy’s plan, she will Need to contact the gods of this world.And it must be done as soon as possible, lest they not survive the time when the Arctic arrives.

"Skip this topic, we don't need to continue the discussion." Su Qingyue said, she knew that in peeking into the future, avoiding key words is an effective means of avoidance - of course, she didn't care about saying 'Xingli' words.If Xing Li really has the ability to kill her, then she will definitely die first.But now, she was afraid that Xing Li would not regard herself as the primary target.

"Yeah." Chu nodded. "Western America's plan should be to get the Golden Stone Platform directly. To forcefully break the situation by reviving the powerful dead. Since they have the means to forcibly start team battles, they should belong to the reincarnation team with a higher level than ours." ...they should have an S-rank exchange."

"Not only." Su Qingyue waved her fingers. "The holder of the S-level exchange has also unlocked the fourth-level genetic lock. At the same time, there are still multiple third-level extreme combat powers in the West American team. And they are all in a very difficult battle. Only The elite reincarnation team is only eligible to die in the world. And the reason why they can start the mandatory team battle is because they once held a master god authority."

The authority of the main god, this word, is very straightforward.

Chu pressed the glasses frame, and his monocle almost fell off.

"We can discuss the content of the authority after returning. Captain, you must have made a decision?"

"En." Su Qingyue nodded. "Gransefar is sailing to Narnia. The storm I've created can trap West America for at least a day. But it won't be enough, once West America is out of trouble. There's little we can do to stop them going to Narnia to get Golden Stone Platform. Simply, the initiative is still in our hands."

"I will cooperate with Utopina's plan." Chu took off his glasses.

"Yes." Su Qingyue nodded slightly. "We have lost a lot, and I don't think even a sliver of that loss was worth it. Our teammates shouldn't have died. This was a mistake, and with the activated Golden Stone Platform, we will be able to undo that mistake .So, I'm going to take back what I said earlier."

"I don't intend to mourn them, because they don't deserve to die. The war in this world will end with our victory in the Arctic. And all the lost companions, we want to celebrate with them." - Celebrate together alive, dead Let's celebrate together, the result doesn't matter, anyway, in the end, if we are together.

"Is it the last thing to do? We really need this fighting spirit." Chu raised one hand. "I will accompany you to the end."

"Ha, count me in." Iris laughed and raised his hand, blood seeped out from under the bandage in large swaths of laughter, but he didn't care.

Then there was Joe, Joe's fist, which had been clenched at some point and was stained red.

"We'll win to the end, Captain." Jenny held out her hand as well.

"I almost went bankrupt! Full set of blessings, full set of blessings... this revenge must be avenged!" Yun Sushang stretched out her palm cursingly, her image has been completely ruined.

And Obscure's hand has been by Su Qingyue's hand from the very beginning.

So, the survivors of the Arctic continent team.Except for a certain one who is still a gemstone, a certain three who are still playing house, and a certain one who has other important responsibilities.Only the last person remained unexpressed.And all eyes were focused on Cynthia.

"I...I..." She seemed a little hesitant.

A fragment of the future floated in Su Qingyue's eyes, and then, the captain of the Beibingzhou team frowned slightly.

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World V The Chronicles of Narnia: Chapter 360 Chapter 330 Six Correction

Cynthia returned to her room in a daze.

Open the door, walk to the bed, and—

'Pfft—' She fell on the soft carpet.The overly superior cushion suppressed her breathing at this moment.No one was pushing her behind her back, she was down because she was down, because until now, she hated herself for being weak.

If the heart is weak, no matter how strong the muscles are, they cannot support the body.

She turned over and lay on her back.The ceiling at the top of the foyer was bright and uncluttered, reflecting the expressionless reflection of her eyes.

She had literally raised her hand in the chamber a few minutes earlier.But at that time she was able to raise her hand, was it really out of her own inner will?

she does not know.

She only felt that there was a sudden impulse deep in her heart at that time.Then he raised his arms and made an agreement with the rest of the team to take back the battle dead.The meeting ended shortly thereafter, and Gransafar sailed in the direction of Narnia, and all the reincarnations dispersed to deal with battle plans, injuries, or other team or personal issues.

——The captain controlled me.She definitely did.

She thought, as she gazed at the clean ceiling, of the hand she felt raised minutes ago.does not belong to oneself.

— But that would be better, wouldn't it?

She doesn't feel angry, in the past, she must have been.In other words, as long as she is a normal person, she will definitely get angry, angry, or even hate if she is controlled by her heart—but she doesn't, because at this moment, all she has in her eyes is self-defeating.

She dare not close her eyes, because as long as she closes her eyes.Her vision is filled with memories of the past.Fail, fail, fail, fail again and again.And every time she failed, she couldn't escape the blame.

In the original world, that failed march.

The hole in that defense when Death Stranding.

And in this The Chronicles of Narnia, this worthless guardian of myself.

My heart suddenly hurts.Obviously not injured, obviously not even a single hair was touched.The pain gushed out from the atrium and flowed along the blood vessels of the whole body.It hurts, and it's cold.The internal organs seem to lose their temperature at this moment.Even without closing the eyes, the pain of the past reappeared in sight and hearing.

She saw her colleagues in the original world struggling in the flames of war, and the red and black flames ablated their broken bodies.The military uniform that was once cherished and honored was decayed and distorted like mud, from a warrior who defended the country to an abyssal monster who only knew how to kill and destroy.

——If I have fulfilled my duty, everyone...wouldn't they have to die?

She saw the defense line of the gate of hell collapsed in front of her eyes, and countless undead ghosts swarmed in.Seeing blood overflowing from Fiore's mouth and nose, who was originally in the safe core area, black liquid blades gushed out frantically from his body cavity.And in the next second, he was burned into a skeleton with only his jaw still opening and closing in the suddenly excited thermite.And the next moment, Elea swallowed the rain of time and rushed to the outside of the collapsed line of defense.

——If I fulfill my duty, will the gates of hell... be able to be completely guarded?

She saw the familiar safe house, the familiar ceremony hall.The will of the White Witch seems to span countless hull structures like an entity and brings a deadly curse.And until the end, the moment when the soul collapsed.Lamia looked at her eyes, still full of trust and expectation.

——Failed to protect her well... Even though she trusted me so much, I failed to protect her at all!Obviously I only have one duty to protect Lamia, but I can't do anything!Nothing is done!

Pain, more pain.

The pain turned into a tide, almost drowning her.

The first failure can be said to be a crime other than war.It is difficult for manpower to overcome the abyss.My own world has lost countless great figures in order to deal with that hateful destructive force.It's just that as a small team leader, I can't do anything at all.

The second failure can be said to be excusable.Even if he really didn't think about anything, maybe Fiore, who brought Fat Boy's happy water to the cockpit, would still be taken away by the real demon 'Happy'.The gate of hell will still collapse, and even if the defense line of the gate of hell is not breached... Elea, she may not be able to survive to the end.

Even if it was the third failure, it couldn't be said to be his fault - such a powerful White Witch, such a terrible White Witch.Even with her amazing wit, Dorothy, who always looks calm and breezy, is also hated by her subordinates.It's just that I have barely mastered the new exchange and the new bloodline... I have no choice but to take the other party, isn't it also a helpless thing?

Ah, indeed, if you want to find a reason.It can be found anytime.

But, but ah-

—When the White Witch descends in the body of Jonah in Gran Sepha.Everyone standing in front of her tried their best to stop her.Even if she can't take a single move, even if being watched by her is death.However, on the entire ship, no one was afraid of her strength—except for a certain person.

——And that person, even if he doesn't need to face the White Witch at all.Even if she wasn't told to fight at all.But when the White Witch's will takes what she needs to protect.What did she do?

—resist?Offensive?Trying to wash away your shame?No, she did nothing.She just curled up like a quail, not even daring to hold her own weapon!

——So... who is this person?

The dead soldier stood beside her, looking down at her.

A skeletal Fiore and Alea, petrified and shattered, stood beside her, looking down at her.

Disintegrated into an shapeless mass of flesh and blood, Lamia, who could barely gather a silhouette and a mechanical half of the exterior, stood beside her, looking down at her.

——This person is me.

—I... can't do anything.No... It's not that I can't do it, but I didn't do it.The things I should do, the responsibilities I should fulfill, the duties I should protect, my mission, my friends... I didn't do anything.

——I'm... not as good as an automatic puppet.

His fingers trembled slightly, from the pain.The boiling magic gradually began to get out of control.The demon blood of Devil May Cry world view and her undead essence of black soul began to conflict.And the extremely strong emotions also caused ripples in this subspace, summoning the tide of unowned psionic energy to inject into her body.

The body shell began to dissimilate, the ends of the fingers and toes began to grow scales and tentacles, and the traces of decay and festering gradually climbed up the limbs—this was not the demonization of Devil May Cry bloodlines, but purely caused by chaotic energy. The physical body is out of control caused by the injection.If you let it go, maybe it won't be long before the first chaotic egg in this universe will be born in this world.

That would be one of the saddest fates that intellectual life can encounter.A shapeless blob of flesh in perpetual agony, insane, at the mercy of the psychic user.Such a fate, even in the dark and cold worldview of Warhammer 40000, is a terrifying punishment.And Cynthia knew it, and at this moment, could clearly feel its gradual arrival.

The ownership of the body is being lost bit by bit, and the pain like being stuffed into a ball mill and crushed is gradually spreading.Eternal sinking is close at hand, but at this moment, Cynthia doesn't want to resist.

——Perhaps it would be good to become like that?

——I can't do anything, and I didn't do anything... But, isn't there another body here with a barely passable performance?

——and thus turned into a monster.Then presumably the captain...she must be able to make the best use of everything.Anyway, I...

She let her body and mind fall into the mud.The painful touch of alienation of the body seems to be the salvation she can embrace at this moment.It was as if all the mistakes she had made before could be eliminated directly in this simple and effective way, and she was looking forward to the end she was about to usher in.

'clatter--'

A hand was pressed on her wrist, and in the next moment, all distortions based on the subspace ended.

The distorted limbs quickly recovered, and all the arms, feet and scales faded away.And Cynthia gave a light jolt, and then her eyes focused on one place again.

It's Su Qingyue—it can only be Su Qingyue.

And she sat on the carpet, beside Cynthia, watching her.

"What are you doing?" Su Qingyue's voice was flat, with a little doubt. "Although I can understand your urgent desire to avenge Lamia and others. But it's not good to be too hasty. The real devil model that forcibly stimulates the blood of Devil May Cry Demon can't be used in such a rough way. If I come a little later , this ship might be blown up by you."

Cynthia opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to reply for a while.

What... the real devil mode?Is there such a thing in the blood of the devil?Ah... it seems that there is indeed.But I just clearly just...

"Captain Su, I actually..."

"I'm sorry." Su Qingyue didn't let her continue speaking. "I selfishly dragged you all into my personal vengeance. And then put everyone in more danger for the next five days. But I had to because I...was in so much pain .”

Su Qingyue stretched out her hand, opened it gently, and then closed it.She stared at her fist in a daze, with melancholy in her eyes.

"Dorothy was killed right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do. Even if I had driven the spear through the heart of the White Witch's avatar. I could not have prevented her from performing that impromptu curse--in Before this, I always thought that I could protect everyone on the team. But now, it turns out that I am weak."

Her voice was soft, and her mood was filled with sadness.And Cynthia could clearly feel the grief and the feeling of powerlessness, which was exactly the same as what she had personally experienced tens of seconds ago.

Exactly the same, almost without the slightest error.

The girl who gave up on herself suddenly found that she was not the worst one.For the first time, she discovered that the captain she had always respected and feared was actually so slender and fragile.