The original God, Yasha, the Immortal Doctor, will finally become the law of heaven

It was precisely because of the similar thoughts that Anu knew that no matter what he said, the group of people behind him would not choose to sit still and wait at such a time.

If you don't even want to lend a helping hand when your partner is in trouble, what's the difference between that heart and being enslaved by life?

"Brother Anu, it's a brass mask!"

The team member who was the first to discover the strange phenomenon in Gul City saw clearly the villain standing behind the monster after gliding for a distance.

Anu looked in the direction the other party was looking at, looking at the entangled monsters and constructs, and he felt doubtful in his heart.

He knew that the group of brass masks possessed strange powers, but if that was the case, the city of Jull, which had received the favor left by the Red King, shouldn't have been easily invaded by them.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that the problem is very big, but this kind of conflict between the ruler and the rebel is beyond the control of a mere mortal like him, so I should quickly fish out Alan and Nairana and run away Bar.

......

Only monsters and constructs are fighting on the street, and the yellow-haired youth is running hard.

Alan is a clever person. After seeing the group wearing brass masks, he knew what happened to Jule City today.

This is not a monster attacking the city, but the rebels who want to overthrow the current king's rule.

No wonder no fleeing civilians were seen outside the city of Gul. The target of the rebels was only the current king, Parvez Rawan, and they would not specifically harm the civilians. After all, their rule after overthrowing the king was based on civilians.

And for civilians, what does the change of rulers have to do with their lives?The worst-case scenario is just another person oppressing them.

So just hide in the house, and then pray that the battle between the brass mask and the construct won't damage your house.

Realizing this, Alan felt a little calmer.

As long as Nailana hides in the house like everyone else, as long as she is not too unlucky, she will not be harmed.

"You annoying guys, what are you doing in my yard? The fruits and vegetables I grow will be trampled by you, get out of here before I get angry!"

Hearing the familiar scream from a distance, Alan's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He was not surprised by this situation at all, no matter how he thought it was his childhood sweetheart's fault!

Arriving at the place where the sound had just come from, Alan could see three rebels wrapped in black clothes and wearing brass masks standing in the yard in front of the house.

On the opposite side of the rebel was a woman wearing a long gown, her brown hair was tied into a braid around her neck and hung in front of her body. There was light shining in her blue eyes, and a book held on her chest brought her even more A touch of literature.

The skin color is brownish, but compared with other desert people, the color is not so dark. If the scorching sun in the desert is not too harsh, she must be a fair-skinned woman.

This is Alan's childhood sweetheart, she can definitely be called a beautiful woman.

The three rebels wearing brass masks looked at each other, and they all saw murderous intent in their eyes. The frequent blood stains recently made their tempers violent.

The people above only said that they try not to kill civilians, but if the other party hinders their mission, they can naturally kill them.

The three men showed their knives and ran towards the woman one after another.

Seeing this scene, Alan thought something was wrong in his heart, but the speed under his feet had reached the limit, so he could only yell "Farewell" from a distance, but that voice was not unexpectedly interrupted by the crackling sound of burning wood around him. covered the past.

The rebel who rushed to the forefront couldn't help but licked his lips, his face under the mask twisted in excitement, he was keen to see beautiful things destroyed by his hands.

He used to be the best at killing those graceful dancing girls, but his favorite thing was to listen to their screams before they died.

And the woman in front of him, although not as alluring as those dancers when they twisted their postures, but the temperament on her body aroused his desire to destroy even more.

Just when the leader wanted to take a good look at the panic on the woman's face, he suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the other's expression.

The cold light reflected by the scimitar is particularly conspicuous at night. The woman who saw it clearly changed her originally delicate face, and her blue eyes revealed a violent aura. People with sand blood consciously face the wall and think about their mistakes collectively, reflecting on themselves and judging people by their appearance.

The woman freed one hand, put it on her shoulder and pulled it, then flicked it again, and the robe flew to the rebel who was closest to her, wrapping his entire upper body inside.

In the firelight, there was only a tight-fitting vest and shorts under the woman's gown. The exposed arms were not thick, but they were not as slender as ordinary women. They looked similar to the figure of a dancer, and their muscles were full of flexibility and explosive power. .

While the first rebel's sight was blocked and he was still struggling to pull off his robe, the woman quickly turned around and raised her leg. After spinning in a circle, her heel accurately hit the opponent's temple under the robe.

The fastest rushing rebel brushed past the woman and fell to the ground with a plop, not wanting to move.

The rebel in the middle was shocked when he saw this scene, and he thought about slowing down his steps to join his companions running at the end, and then launch an attack side by side.

But the woman in front of him didn't give him the time to change his actions, but actually approached him instead, which annoyed him who was holding a sharp knife.

So the long knife crossed...

MISS.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the woman who had circled around him in disbelief, and the rebel couldn't understand why the other party's movements suddenly became much faster.

Why did this technique of changing the rhythm of battle appear on an ordinary civilian who grows vegetables!

In her frightened eyes, the book that had been held in the woman's hand had been lifted high by her.

Good, thick book!

Feeling the sharp pain in the back of his head and his stunned consciousness, this rebel knew for the first time how painful it was to be hit by a book.

He has never touched any books since he was a child. Those are rare items in the desert. Slates are generally used to record things. The people who own books are basically sages with high status.

No wonder those big shots always held a book in their hands. He thought it looked stupid before, but it turned out that it was a protective object he carried with him!

The rebel, who was about to lose consciousness, finally had such a thought.

Another rebel fell, and the last one hurriedly stopped.

For some reason, looking at the thick book with a trace of blood on the root in the woman's hand, he suddenly felt that the machete in his hand didn't seem to bring him much sense of security.

"Calm down? After all, it's all your fault, right? You broke into my yard at will, and you even touch me. Even if you ask the guards to appraise it, it will be judged to be your fault. Just take this How about the two lying down leaving?"

Looking at the woman who was examining his book with a distressed face, the last rebel stood there in a daze. The woman's combat strength in front of him exceeded his expectations, and the attitude of the other party also made him puzzled.

But she seems to want to let herself go?

"Ah! Things are really going in the worst direction!"

The two people who were still standing looked towards the entrance of the yard, where a sweaty, yellow-haired young man was standing there with a look of despair.

This guy looks like a normal person!

There was light in the eyes of the surviving rebels, and the woman waved her hand to the visitor.

"Alan! Have you finished your order? Aren't you going to drink with your teammates today?"

Alan covered his forehead.

Erdi aunt!Have you not seen the fire in this city?

16. Childhood sweetheart

Alan's sympathetic eyes swept over the two rebels lying on the ground.

Do you know why his childhood sweetheart tied up his hair on purpose?

In order to facilitate exercise...

"Huh? There's a fire in the city? When did it happen? Just now, I just stayed in the house reading a book, and didn't pay attention to what happened outside."

Alan slapped his head.

Even if you don't look out the window, you can still hear the noise caused by the fighting in the city, right?This guy definitely didn't want to pay attention to what was happening outside, he just wanted to finish reading the book in his hand.

Alan walked to Nirana's side and bent down slightly, and Nirana leaned on Alan's body very naturally, turned her head slightly, and raised her ears.

"You should know by looking at the brass masks on these people's faces that they are the rebels who are rumored to be seizing power!"

Nairana turned around, looking suddenly enlightened.

"Oh! It turns out that they are the rumored heretics wearing brass masks!"

With a dark face, Alan stretched out his hand and pressed Nailana's head, then pressed her back onto his body and continued to whisper.

"You beat them up. If they succeed later, you won't be able to continue living in Gul City. They will definitely come to trouble you."

"What's the point? Let's live in another place when we're not old enough. I'll just run around with you, Anu and the others. After all, I'm indispensable for my food."

Nirana looked calm, as if losing a residence meant nothing to her.

But Alan didn't think so. Although he thought it was very interesting to travel to various places in the desert with Anu, he didn't want to see Nailana's life after that being so chaotic.

Alan looked at the book in Nelana's hand. If the other party wanted to carry out academic research, a stable and good environment was indispensable.

If you want to ensure that Nailana's future life will not be affected, there is only one choice left.

Alan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the rebels who stood opposite them and did not dare to move.

Just make this man and his two companions lying on the ground speechless.

There was a hint of murderous intent in Alan's eyes, but he quickly dissipated it. He sighed helplessly and waved his hand to the awake rebel.

"Take your two companions and leave quickly."

Even though he had the idea of ​​killing people to silence him, under Nailana's nose, he was not easy to do that kind of thing, and the other party would not let him kill people.

The rebel, who didn't expect that he would be let go so easily, was still frozen in place, while Alan and Nailana had already begun to discuss things as if no one else was around.

"If you want to follow Big Brother and the others, there may be no place for you to grow things in the future."

"But if you follow them, you can see many different kinds of creatures and plants on the road, right?"

"It's good that you are happy. In short, hurry up and pack up your things now, and run out to join the eldest brother and the others. Let's see the situation after the matter is over. Thinking on the bright side, if the current king wins, then our current thinking It's just redundant."

"Huh? I quite want to go outside and take a look."

What's the matter with these two people?

The two people who were communicating and packing up created an extremely harmonious atmosphere, which made the rebels who had been surrounded by the smell of blood since joining the resistance felt very uncomfortable.

After realizing that he was no longer in the attention of the two people in front of him, the sober rebel immediately came to his companions, grabbing the fabric on one person's shoulders with both hands, and dragging the two of them. Retreat to the door of the courtyard.

People like him naturally don't take their companions seriously, but he is not an idiot, so he can tell that the couple inside have the intention to bring the two people who are lying down to him. I mean to go.

The rebel who arrived at the entrance of the yard was relieved, and then he just had to throw the two people in his hands wherever he wanted, and then find a small corner to squat, and he would be able to live with peace of mind until the rebellion passed. Get rid of the identity of a slave and live as an ordinary civilian.

However, a voice as sweet as honey from his ear made his heart tremble violently.

"You can't even take down two ordinary civilians, and you have to run away~"

There was no blame at all in this female voice, and even the way she spoke sounded like she was humming softly, but it made the face under the rebel mask only look desolate.

The rebel smiled wryly, his whole body relaxed.

Let this elder, who seems to have the poison of a snake in his heart, discover his failure, then there will be no surprises in his ending.

When a person knows that his ending is definitely one, even if it is death, he can only accept it calmly.

Alan, who was helping Nailana pack her things, suddenly felt the light in the yard dimming and brightening, and his face immediately darkened.

The burnt smell came from behind with the hot wind, and Alan turned around silently, and began to reflect in his heart on his relaxed mental state after seeing Nirana was well.

It's really stupid, at this time, I still have the leisure to pack things with Nairana, so I should have taken her hand and ran away immediately.

Because I didn't see the rebels who had invaded the city take action against civilians, I subconsciously thought that as long as I didn't conflict with them, there would be no danger now.

But a group cannot represent an individual case. If one or two civilians are missing from Gul City, the upper echelons of the resistance army will not notice.

If a person with a bad temper and extremely bloodthirsty kills a few people, then he will kill them. As long as they don't say anything afterward, will anyone make it difficult for them for something that has no evidence?

Especially those with high status among the resistance.

Alan turned around and saw a curvy red-haired woman with a good figure. Even among Alan's rich experience, she was at the forefront.

The woman has an attractive figure and good facial features, but there is only a scar that spans the entire face from the corner of her eyebrows, but it makes her beauty fragmented. The extreme contrast makes people feel a trace of fear involuntarily.

The red-haired woman was standing on a fiery red, huge scorpion at this time, and she handed over the weight of her body to the lifted tail of the scorpion leaning behind her.

And the extra fire burning beside her was obviously the three rebels who broke into the courtyard before.

Met someone who is not easy to mess with...

Alan sighed inwardly.

"My dear lady, we just properly protected ourselves, and we have no intention of resisting you or disrupting your plans."

Alan raised his hands to signal his harmlessness.

The red-haired woman smiled slightly when she saw Alan's appearance, and the scar on her face expanded, making her look even more fierce.

"Don't worry, I'm just dealing with our internal private affairs. Naturally, our rebels will not harm unrelated people like you."

"Really?"

The corners of Alan's mouth twitched slightly. If the other party could calm the demon scorpion under her, there would still be some credibility in this statement.

Sure enough, the next sentence the woman said made his face turn cold.