A man in the ark was forced to become a king

Because, this is war.

The golden light will illuminate the earth, this is the only way.

War, hunger, fear, oppression... From ancient times to the present, the world has never been stable for a moment, even if the once barbaric wilderness was covered in the cloak of civilization.

What exactly made this world become so deformed, Lin Qingyan didn't know and couldn't figure it out.

But she knew that the golden tree could change everything in this distortion.

For those who have lived under the golden light, it is really difficult not to yearn for that pure land on earth, which is like a paradise.

There is no oppression, no suspicion, and even no pain. All suffering is healed by the brilliance, leaving behind the purest peace.

That's how the world should be.

Lin Qingyan thought so in his heart and was willing to take action for it.

She didn't know whether her insistence was correct, so she asked her master, but she also didn't get a clear answer.

The master said: The road lies at your feet, and the answer lies in the future.

Maybe this is encouragement?Encourage her to follow her chosen path?

jingle bell~

Illusory shadows floated out from the outpost shining with lightning, converging on the shaking bell.

The Qilin girl pursed her lips, her eyes reflected the chaotic thunder, and she strode into the flying wind and snow to rush to her next target.

She won't stop until she finds the answer.

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"32."

The last shadow disappeared into the bell hanging on her waist. Ceria withdrew her fist that was wrapped in bandages, and the body with a collapsed chest fell at her feet. A large hole was opened in the wall of the outpost behind her, as if it was driven from the outside by pure brute force. After breaking through, the broken steel and masonry scattered randomly, covering the ground against the wall.

Compared with Lin Qingyan's thunder method, her attack methods are much weaker.

Her strong body allows her to achieve her goal without the need for anything else, just the most unpretentious fist.

No matter whether it's stone, steel, or a body made of flesh and blood, it's all equally fragile in front of those fists.

Perhaps, in a sense, this can be considered equality?

No one is different when it comes to death.

No, it seems...

His gaze rested on the woman beside him. A complicated look flashed in Ceria's eyes, her lips trembled, but in the end she said nothing.

Equality of death can sometimes be said to be a gift. The cycle of life and death does not exist in the Golden Tree.

Kristen is one of the exceptions.

The punishment called the Infinite Hell has swallowed her up. The blessing of the golden tree on her body will not bring other additional abilities. She is also prohibited from learning the spells of the golden tree. The only ability that the blessing brings to her is Immortal.

No matter how many times she dies, no matter what form of death, she will come back to life under the influence of blessing until the next end.

"Look what I do? Ceria?"

Christen carefully wiped off the blood on the dagger in his hand with a piece of cloth torn from the enemy's body. He noticed the glances from the side and asked casually.

Compared with when she served as the general manager of Rheinland Life, she was much more plainly dressed than that time. She wore a standard snow suit and a winter coat without any special decorations. Her long pale blond hair that originally hung down to her hips was also shortened. , combed into a simple ponytail.

Now, she looks like an ordinary soldier. The dagger in her hand is the only weapon she can use for defense and offense. No one will replace it for her until a suitable replacement is found.

Therefore, after every battle, she would perform simple maintenance on her weapons to make them last longer.

"No, nothing."

"You don't think these Ursus soldiers are innocent and can't bear to kill them, do you?"

Taking back his dagger, Christen began to grope around the dead soldiers, looking for something useful.

Unlike official operators like Ceria, her status in the Golden Tree is that of a prisoner, cannon fodder, and a consumable that never dies.

Just like no one would provide her with suitable equipment, materials, supplies, or even the most basic food, she had to find her own way.

If you can't find it, starving to death is also a kind of death.

"Nothing like that."

Ceria has no shortage of compassion, but she will never be soft on her enemies, nor will she be swayed by it.

"I was just thinking that you have changed a lot during this time. I thought..."

"Do you think I will just sink like that? Turn into a walking zombie and sink completely in the reincarnation of life and death again and again?"

After rummaging through and finding a pack of unopened compressed biscuits, Kristen's face flashed with joy, she stuffed the biscuits into her pocket and started looking for the next target.

"It is undeniable that his methods are indeed cruel. I can't even remember how many times I have died during this period, but at least I am still alive now, right?"

"There is hope when you are alive, Seria. If it doesn't work for one year, then two years. If it doesn't work for two years, then ten years. If it doesn't work for ten years, then it will be 100 years, or even 1000 years. I believe that what you call sin in me is Things must be cleaned one day, right?"

"I will not fall until that day comes."

"Besides, you are here, aren't you? Helmer and Mulses also secretly sent me some food. They are still too immature. They only pretend to be fierce, but they are actually soft-hearted. "

"Maybe they just don't want to see you in too much embarrassment."

As for Kristen's comments about Helmer and Mulses, Ceria just pretended not to hear it, because she herself was the same. She brought Kristen back this time with the intention of making her feel a little more relaxed. .

If she continues to stay in the Golden Tree, she will always be thrown into dangerous missions as cannon fodder, and she will die countless times. After all, this guy is just a pure scientific researcher. Without the assistance of external equipment, there is no one like her. Strength and body are not strong either.

So she specifically asked for someone from Lin Lu, which was considered a small selfish move.

There is always more leeway when performing missions with her.

"Who knows."

Christen was noncommittal about this and dealt with it casually while rummaging around the house and finding some compressed biscuits. He also took the intact hand crossbow and crossbow arrows from the dead Ursus soldiers and took them with him. Only then was he satisfied. Close hand.

"You seem to be back to the past."

Ceria silently watched Kristen's movements, and didn't speak again until she finished searching, with complicated eyes.

"People always have to face reality. Instead of thinking about unrealistic things, it is better to consider the present first. You think I have changed, but in fact, I have always been like this."

Kristen tightened her clothes.He smiled nonchalantly: "Let's go, don't delay your mission."

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"what do you think?"

In the bright and tidy ward, Mostima retracted his palm, and the faint golden light gradually faded away.

"I can already feel it. It shouldn't take long to recover."

Upon hearing Mostima's question, the girl with long light pink hair smiled and answered, her pink eyes full of smiles.

She leaned on the bedside, her hospital gown pants were pulled up to her legs, her slender legs were exposed to the air, and her toes trembled slightly, which seemed to support her words.

"I didn't expect that even someone like you would learn healing spells after I've been in a coma for several years. It looks like I might be able to participate in a few days—"

"Lemuane!"

Mostima's voice suddenly rose an octave, and his eyebrows rose.

"Don't go to those messy competitions! If you sneak out again, I won't treat you!"

"You will not."

The pink-haired Sakota smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken, and his eyes were curved into shallow crescents. The veins on Mostima's forehead popped out when he saw it, and he yelled angrily: "If you dare to sneak out again, I will kill you." , I will mail your gun to Longmen for Xiaole to use! Then remove the wheels of your wheelchair!"

"Whatever, you mail it to me and I can get it back at any time after it's ready."

Lemuan was not afraid at all. As soon as she clasped her hands, her expression instantly changed from snickering to pitiful, and she begged in a trembling voice: "You won't ignore me, right?"

"Don't do this!"

Mostima sat down on the chair angrily and glared at the culprit who was full of evil. She felt that she needed to find two restraints later and tie this guy up in one hundred and eight ways. , she sneaked out of the nursing home to cause trouble.

In terms of being good at causing trouble, these two sisters are really from the same origin. They are carved from the same mold, and they are both in wheelchairs and still have trouble living!

"Hum~"

Lemuan rolled her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth with a sly arc, and changed the topic to another matter.

"Speaking of which, you secretly wrote a letter yesterday, right? Don't try to deny it, I saw it!"

"That's right. You've reached this age, so it's only natural that you would consider those things, right?"

"When will you bring it back for us to see?"

"I do not have!"

Mostima denied it, but she would not admit it.

"Hmph~ I feel it~"

Pointing to the bright halo above her head, Lemuan's eyes were full of smiles. She moved closer to the bed and whispered: "You can't lie to me. I'm not Fiametta. Honestly. Admit it."

Bang!

The ward door opened from the outside, and Fiametta walked in carrying two insulated boxes, put the bags on the bedside table, and scratched her hair in confusion.

"What's wrong with me? Are you talking about things related to me?"

"No, not at all."

Mostima and Lemuan looked at each other and answered in unison.

"Ah...that's strange."

Fiammetta's suspicious eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. She always felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, and she had a strong sense of déjà vu that she was excluded from.

"Is there something you are hiding from me?"

"You think too much."

Mostima quickly changed the subject and pointed to Lemuan on the hospital bed: "I was treating her just now. According to this progress, she will be able to return to action in about a week."

"So slow? It's been several days..."

Fiametta didn't think much, and followed Mostema's fingers to Lemuan's lap. She wrinkled her nose, not satisfied with the progress.

"The effect of your treatment is too bad."

"I'm not a professional. It would be great if I can be useful. How about you come?"

"That's fine."

Thinking of her progress in learning healing spells, Fiammetta's eyes twitched and she simply rejected the proposal.

"I just feel that we may not have that much time, after all, that matter..."

News of the war had already spread within the Golden Tree. If something like that happened, she and Mostema would definitely join the war and would not be able to stay in Lateran forever.

A week is naturally not much in normal times, but during a war, you may receive a mission at any time, and you may have to rush to the battlefield in the next second. If you look at it this way, time is quite tight.

"That thing..."

Hearing this, Mostima also fell silent. She opened her mouth, and just as she was about to say something, a golden glow suddenly flashed in the void, and golden leaves with flowing light appeared out of thin air, falling lightly and landing in her palm.

Fallen leaf message!

After reading the joy carried on the leaves for the first time, Mostima's face suddenly became solemn and he looked up at Fiametta.

"Which do you want to hear, the good news or the bad news?"

Chapter 7 An upright invitation to fight

"I'm used to listening first."

Judging from Mastima's expression, that fallen leaf could only come from one person, and that was the leader of the Golden Tree, Lin Lu. Only he could make Mastima's formulaic smile appear so clearly on his face. expression changes.

Fiametta had some guesses in her mind and roughly thought of what the 'bad news' was, so it didn't matter.

Mostima's answer was pretty much what she expected: "The good news is that Lemuan's legs don't need that long, and someone who can do it better than me is here."

"bad news?"

"I already said it."

With his hands spread out, anguish and helplessness intertwined on the same face, Mostima's voice deepened: "He's here."