Life as a mercenary turned into a girl is a bit difficult

"Stop, stop! Damn it! What are you doing?!"

Poluk's shout suddenly turned into a scream, and even started to cry. Only then did Irene notice the black liquid flowing under her feet, as if she smelled the bloody shark and suddenly accelerated its speed, and it was no longer the same as before. Spreading in all directions but converging into one force has a clear goal.

Poluk was even more anxious about such a change. She stood straight in front of her, but it was all in vain. The moment she touched the black liquid, the long knife in her hand could not maintain its shape and gradually dissolved. She could only continue like a helpless child. Stomping and stamping.

Now Poluk has no ability or consciousness to fight back. If Erin launches an attack, she will be absolutely sure to kill this guy. I don’t know if it is the influence of these black liquids on her mentality or her mentality that she has no interest in those who are unable to fight back. , Irene did not attack the witch who just wanted to kill her.

But... admiring Poluk's futile behavior of being unable to stop the advance of these black liquids made Eileen feel extremely happy, especially the contrast between his previous arrogant attitude and the current one.

"You...you...sister!"

Tears were already oozing out of the corners of his eyes, as if he knew that his useless behavior was just a waste of time. Poluk pulled out his legs and hurriedly ran in the direction of the black liquid.Eileen walked slowly out of the flow of the black liquid, discarded her tattered black windbreaker, carried her sickle, and strolled behind the black liquid that had formed into a ball. She was getting more and more excited about what would happen next. Looking forward to it.

……

This seems to be the prison cell of the 'Southern Penitentiary Prison'. Because of the high level of prisoner-of-war custody, even the cells seem luxurious. This can be seen from the collapsed cell door. The huge cell can only be occupied by a single person. There was even a bathtub in the bathroom separated by frosted glass for prisoners of war to use.

The spacious canteen is comparable to any luxury restaurant in the wasteland in terms of space and decoration. The rotten tablecloth can still be recognized with exquisite graphics and text. The broken vase was once the most colorful embellishment on the solid wood dining table. The bodies in the central kitchen, enclosed by bulletproof glass, were even dressed in professional chef attire.

Pool tables, card tables, TVs, terminals...complaint mailboxes?It's so luxurious... How could there be messages about abusing prisoners of war in a place like this?How in the world could anyone say no to such abuse?If it were Hiiragi Jing, he would definitely express such emotion.

But Erin didn't pay attention to these. She followed the black liquid that kept moving forward without squinting, passing through all the buildings, walking through all the places in the wasteland world that had lost their meaning, and finally stood in the deepest part of a road that extended to In front of the stairs going down... this is it...

There was also a boot left on the steps of the stairs. The last time I saw this boot, it was on the feet of a girl named Poluk. It was probably lost when she ran away in a panic.

Step by step downward, step by step deeper, until the sunlight was completely blocked, the bright red pupils reflected the same color of light in the dim light, and a thick safety door blocked her face.

The door was locked from behind, but this still could not stop the black liquid from moving forward. It had already invaded through the gap. Afraid of missing something, Irene swung her scythe and even the security door that had stood firm for more than a century despite the erosion of time was like this. be destroyed.

The black liquid behind the door is still approaching, and Poluk is still sobbing and making meaningless attempts to stop him. But the only thing that really deserves Irene's attention is the glass tank behind Poluk: it is connected by countless pipelines and filled with light green liquid. In the nutrient solution, a long-haired girl who looked exactly like Poluk was floating quietly in the nutrient solution.

Chapter 11 See the intermission again

"Quick! Go! Don't stop!"

The continuous explosions were deafening, and the fierce gunfire like firecrackers echoed in the town, as if attacking enemies were everywhere. People screamed and fled on the streets to hide in what they thought was a safe place. However, under the intensive bombardment like raindrops, Where is it safe?

From time to time, a fine mist of blood would be blown on the face by the air waves of the explosion, and then quickly become sticky and solidified under the scorching air waves and dust, but Stone did not have the extra energy to wipe it away, and grabbed Xiao Jing's face with one hand. With his last ration in one hand and one wrist, he could only keep running away. In fact, he didn't know where he should run, but there was nothing wrong with keeping heading south.

No one thought that the peaceful town one day would turn into hell on earth the next day. No one could understand why the war would spread to them in the rear so quickly, why the war would come so quickly, even here. The town has been resting for less than a day. Why are the northerners attacking so fast? What happened on the front line?

At this moment when Shitou should be on high alert, he couldn't help but think of the orphanage, the sister who took care of the wounded soldiers, the harsh dean, and A Ming... The day before Shitou planned to escape, he thought of himself He told A Ming the time of his escape, but what surprised him was that A Ming, who had always supported the escape, refused to participate.

His reason is simple: although life in a small town is difficult, it is also more stable, with enough food for three meals a day, and thin but warm bedding. With such a life, why bother to return to the wandering life of escape?

Amin's statement made Shitou suddenly realize that the time had come for them to part ways. It was not that he had never thought of using the front line that was approaching southward to persuade him, but the general affairs officer of the town never explained it, whether it was in the newspaper or the announcement. While promoting the lie of Saint Martí's successive victories, some people even believed that the war was about to be won.

In such an environment, his words alone are too pale...

They turned a blind eye to the deserters and refugees who kept fleeing south and were subjected to at least one round of bombing every day. In other words, they only believed in what they wanted to believe. From the moment Amin believed it, no matter how much advice he gave, it would be useless. It was in vain, so he could only take his reserves and Xiaojing and leave quietly one night.

This was the third town he had experienced on his way south. If even this place had been affected by the war, then the town where Amin and the orphanage were located would have been in dire straits.

Thinking of the stone, his expression darkened. When he was distracted, he failed to notice the street lamp lying on the road. He tripped and fell heavily to the ground while the rations he kept in his arms were scattered on the ground.

"Damn, why at this time..."

Shitou and Xiaojing had to stop and hurriedly pick it up. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble, like thunder. The next second, the building in the distance in front of the street suddenly collapsed, and a huge black shadow emerged from the thick fog. After getting out, Shitou and Xiaojing stopped what they were doing for a moment and looked ahead blankly.

It was a huge steel fortress. It was more than ten meters tall and did not look low compared to the surrounding buildings. The large and small artillery pieces were like sharp needles on the body of a hedgehog, especially the fork-like electromagnetic weapon located in the center of the steel fortress. The largest caliber fortress cannon Shitou had ever seen was less than half its size. The road surface passed by the wide tracks was crushed into powder, and any building blocking the front was easily crushed.

That's... Saint Martí's army?

In fact, there was more than just the one they saw. Three steel fortresses were heading towards the town. Behind them were countless tanks and holy horses wearing humanoid mechas. TI soldiers.

The arrival of reinforcements from St. Martí did not make Shitou happy. Instead, he was extremely frightened and dragged Xiaojing, who was still trying to collect food on the ground, and ran towards the distance. In the face of life and death, supplies and so on were not important anymore. On such a scale The huge army means that this place is about to become the core battlefield, and the only result of staying here is death.

Faster!Faster!

"Brother! In front! In front of the sky!"

Suddenly, Xiaojing suddenly started shouting anxiously. Shitou subconsciously looked up and saw a scene that almost made him despair: directly in front of him, in the high sky in the distance, stood a young girl, with long snow-white hair and the same snow-white body as her whole body. Her robes rustled fiercely in the wind, and the most eye-catching thing was the six slowly flapping wings behind the girl. She was as noble and holy as an angel, and people couldn't help but have the urge to worship her.

However, what she brought was not salvation but death and disaster, and the position where Stone and the others were now was undoubtedly between her and Saint Martí's army.

The girl stretched her hand forward, and the surrounding light ignored all rules and converged towards the girl's palm as if being pulled by something. The sun above her head was obviously still there, but everything around her became dim, except for her palm. The condensed ball of light and the golden pupils shone with light.

The movement here obviously attracted the attention of Saint Martí's army, and weapons including the electromagnetic cannon with an exaggerated size that could bring the girl into range turned towards this direction.

No, he absolutely cannot sit still and wait for death, he must live with Xiaojing!They are still far away and they still have time!

Even if he was in dire straits, Stone was unwilling to give up. He held Xiaojing's wrist tightly and changed direction again and continued running. Escape was his only idea, but the next moment, the St. Martí side opened fire first.

The thunderous sound of cannons brought countless piercing whistling sounds, and like the end of the world, the firelight was slightly inferior to that of the sun, swallowing up the girl's small figure in an instant.

The explosion from the sky set off an extremely violent shock wave, and even the clouds in the sky were blown away far away. Even though they were far away from where the stone was, it still pressed the stone and the two to the ground in the next second. Unable to move, he could no longer feel the sting of burning, and could not even hear the sound of the explosion, because the violent explosion opened up a large vacuum area, and there was no medium for transmitting sound, and there was also no oxygen...

Shitou's consciousness quickly blurred under the suffocation. At the end of his consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of cracking coming from the ground.

……

Wrapped in a faint halo, the girl emerged from the smoke unscathed. At this moment, a spear that seemed to be made of pure light appeared in her hand.

The girl spoke softly, and everyone in the world seemed to vaguely hear a sigh, and then the light gun was thrown out without any earth-shattering momentum. It just silently crossed the distance between her and the target in the blink of an eye. , the outcome is decided.

……

My head hurts... I'm so thirsty... My body hurts...

A wisp of gradually clear thinking quietly revived from the realm of chaos and haziness. The drowsy brain gradually regained its own consciousness. The process of restarting thoughts seemed like a world away. In the void, the negative feedback from the body continued to accelerate the awakening process. Finally, Jing gained control of her eyelids and slowly opened her sight to the outside world.

"you're awake……"

The green eyes that came into view were gentle and caring, like the clear spring in summer, which made people want to be intoxicated involuntarily. When they first woke up, their brains went blank. They instinctively looked at her and refused to move in other directions. But then, As time passed, my thoughts became clearer and I finally realized something was wrong.

Unfamiliar faces did not exist in Hiiragi's mind. Her body lying flat could feel the hardness of the ground, but only the back of her head was pillowed with a ball of softness. Hiiragi finally realized that there was a connection between her and this strange girl. What kind of posture is it.

Knee pillow?And... who is she?

Chapter 12 Their origins

"Hey! How long do you want to lie like that?" Hiei Jing, who was a little dazed, heard a familiar snort before she could react. In the corner of the dark room, Irene was sitting on a broken sofa. He was flipping through a newspaper he had picked up from somewhere. The sickle that had been placed in the black smoke was placed against the wall at hand. Seeing a familiar figure made Hiiragi feel somewhat at ease.

"That's right! Now that you've woken up, get away from your sister as soon as possible! Don't rely on your sister anymore!"

Suddenly, a strange match came from the other side. Hiei Jing looked down and found that directly opposite Irene, a girl who looked exactly like the girl who had her knee pillow, was staring at her with an evil expression. The only difference between the two seemed to be The length of hair has shortened.

Like Irene, she also held a newspaper in her hand. There was a long dark red knife in her hand, but the girl's mind was obviously no longer on the contents of the newspaper, and she didn't even notice that the newspaper had been taken down. .

"What are you watching me do? If you don't leave, I will..."

"Poluke! Don't talk to your benefactor like this."

The long-haired girl interrupted Poluk's shouting with a slight scolding. The girl named Poluk immediately had a look of grievance on her face. Her eyes looking at Hiiragi Jing were obviously a bit more ferocious, and she seemed to have a little... Killing intent.

"I'm really sorry, Waste City. My sister has a naughty personality. Don't worry she doesn't mean any harm. In fact, you can lie down as long as you want."

"Uh... No, no need. I'm... already awake." Feeling that her consciousness has completely gained control of her body, Hiei Jing quickly stood up and took two steps back in the direction of Irene. She didn't feel like using murderous intent. The behavior of looking at people can be characterized as 'naughty character' and 'no malice'. What's more, she is still confused and has not understood the current situation at all. Who are they?where is this place?And what about the title 'Benefactor'?

"Irene..." Hiiragi cast a look of help at Irene, seeing Hiiragi's confusion. Irene frowned, put down the newspaper in her hand, and entered her memories, "Actually, it's nothing. You disappeared after entering the prison. , just when I was going deep into the prison to look for you, I was suddenly attacked by that guy."

Irene's gaze directed Hiiragi's gaze towards Poluka. Poluka snorted and turned his head away as if to express his disdain, while the long-haired girl smiled apologetically.

"After that..." Irene suddenly stopped, frowned slightly and asked Hiiragi, "Do you really not remember?"

"I really, I..." Faced with the rhetorical question, Hiiragi hesitated, and her originally chaotic thoughts caught the memory gap under Irene's reminder, "I really wanted to see a hallucination... Then, I was surrounded by a bunch of The black liquid swallowed me up... I really don’t remember anything after that.”

Erin sighed and continued: "I understand, let's start after I defeated that guy..."

"Let you go (beep--)! It's obviously you who lose... Hmm!" I didn't expect that this Poluk, who looked like a lady, was actually a skilled telegraph operator on the side. The elder sister's expression changed and she quickly covered her mouth. Then she pulled her aside, shocked and angry, and asked, "Poluk, where did you learn such words?"

Ignoring the wonderful drama played by the two sisters, Irene continued to state without being affected: "At that moment, the black mud that lives on your body suddenly appeared, inserted into the battlefield and moved towards the depths of the prison. That guy I ran away crying and making trouble, so I followed, and finally I came here..."

"You're the one who's crying! Your whole family is... ugh!"

"Poluk!"

"..."

The farce between the two sisters was regarded as background music for this silent environment. The corners of Hiiragi's mouth twitched but she still listened carefully to Irene's continued story. It is indeed rare for Irene to be able to say so many words at once: "When I opened the door, I saw you walking out of the pile of black mud and walking to the nutrition tank over there. At that time, the woman was soaking in the nutrition tank. After that, you suddenly fainted and then the woman That’s probably what it’s like to wake up.”

Hiiragi Jing still has many doubts that haven't been solved yet, but Irene's look clearly means she has finished speaking... Black mud... Black liquid... Wait, can you fight the tyrant?Could it be that they are also witches?

"It's up to me to explain the rest of the matter to my benefactor." The long-haired girl who had just guessed the identity of the strange sisters suddenly stepped forward and startled Hiiragi Jing, but after seeing that the other party did not mean any harm, Hiiragi Jing still resisted the urge to retreat, but her sister didn't mean any harm, but she just... Poluk, who had stopped behind her sister at some point, was squatting in the corner with his head covered, still looking at her with hatred, but He didn't interrupt any more.

"Call...call me Hiiragi Jing, my benefactor sounds weird."

"Since the benefactor is willing to state his name, I should also show him the corresponding etiquette. My name is Castor Windsor, and that is my sister Pollock Windsor." Castor bowed and saluted, and he had to say the names of the two sisters. The gap is too big. The gentle and elegant sister in front of her is exactly the ideal image of a young lady in Hiiragi's mind. This natural elegance cannot be cultivated by any academy.

Are they really witches like this?But...it doesn't seem so strange to have a witch like Wakaka who is idolized by the whole people...

"Actually, I don't know how long I have been sleeping in this nutrition tank. Although my sister woke up before me, she is still by my side. If it weren't for Eun... Hiiragi Jing, you appeared and lived like a prisoner, our sisters would still be living like this. Let's continue." Custer glanced at Poluk quietly, his eyes full of pity, "The illusion you encountered before was actually my ability. Now I can create an area with a diameter of about one kilometer, in which Creatures will be lost and asleep, but at the same time, they cannot be detected by the outside world with naked eyes, cameras, or electromagnetic waves."

Is this showing her ability?How could Hiiragi not know that ability is the most important power of a witch? Custer's detailed explanation was exposing her own trump card to express her goodwill.Now it seems that the truth about the rumors about the detour town is probably an illusion created by Custer.

"But the hallucination that has enveloped this area was not created subjectively by me. I don't know why even I was trapped in it and couldn't wake up until you came..."

"I?"

Custer suddenly reached out and held Hiiragi's hands: "Your ability, those black liquids have the effect of suppressing the witch's ability. Thank you for breaking this environment and awakening me. Thank you very much for your help..."

My ability?Suppress the witch?

"Ha...haha, you may have misunderstood, how could I be, could it be..."

After laughing a few times, Hiiragi suddenly stopped and stared blankly at her hands held by Custer.

Isn't she really... In fact, the moment she saw the black liquid blocking the monster's attack, she had an idea in her heart that she didn't want to think deeply about. She... or this body might... maybe... ...is she really a witch?It was only one night, why did Hiiragi, who was once a young mercenary, become like this?

In the end what happened?

So far, she has no clue about this problem, let alone where to explore it. She has been muddling along like this until today, and she has to face the issue of identity in her heart.

"Hiiragi? What's wrong with you?" She suddenly lost her voice midway through her words. Her weird behavior even made Irene look sideways. Hiiragi opened her mouth and suddenly asked, "Caster, do you still have the person before you fell asleep?" Memory? Do you know the origin of the witch?"

"Sorry..." Custer blinked and shook his head slightly, "I have no memory before entering the nutrition tank. In fact, many things seem to be natural to me. I only know that she is my closest sister. , I only know that I have the ability to do these things, other than that I know nothing..."

Still nothing?They have met so many witches but all of them have lost their memory. Except for Zero Nine, who is special, Ruoxiang, Irene, and the two sisters do not know their memories before waking up.

"But..." Castor said quickly, seeing Hiiragi's disappointment, "This was one of the highest-standard prisons before the war. Although I don't know why I am here, there may be information about me and the witch here. …”

Yes, this is the most complete building preserved before the war. It has not been disturbed for many years. Moreover, there are two witches placed here, which means that there is probably something about witches here. material.

"Don't bother." Poluk, who had not paused for a long time, spoke again and poured cold water on him. "Most of the books and newspapers here are rotten due to time and insects. I can't find any that are still intact." I’ve seen it, but there’s no information about witches.”

"What about the terminal?" Hiiragi didn't lose heart again because of Poluk's cold water. The terminal for inputting important data was still another possibility.

"This, I don't know, I haven't seen it." Poluk curled her lips to hide her embarrassment that she didn't know how to use this kind of machine.

"Take me to the place where there is a terminal in the prison." After finally finding possible clues, Hiiragi was unwilling to give up easily. This was an important step in understanding her own identity and the witch. Hiiragi said eagerly. Poluk, who didn't seem to be dealing with it, unexpectedly didn't refute, and took the lead out of the basement stairs without Castor urging her.

Not only her, Castor followed closely behind, and Irene also looked directly at the past. It can be seen that although the other two witches did not say anything, they were also very concerned about their origins. They have the same thinking ability as humans. , finding yourself is a matter of course.

Chapter 13 Their Origin 2

Witches existed in the pre-war era, and may even have been an important weapon in the hands of various countries during the war... After seeing that this prison built in the pre-war era actually housed two witches, Pollock and Scatter, Hiiragi Shizune I believe this statement more and more, so there must be information records about these two witches here.

It stands to reason that paper carriers should be more reliable than high-precision equipment in terms of data storage in the wasteland world. However, this view is not absolute and must be judged based on the actual situation. The reason for this statement is not only The pollution caused by natural disasters and the extensive use of electromagnetic pulse weapons before the war would have a devastating impact on electronic equipment and terminals. This resulted in most of the materials inherited from the wasteland world before the war being physical books.

However, the situation here is different. It has not been hit by the above-mentioned weapons, and there is no large-scale pollution and damage to electrical equipment. In addition, the electronic equipment in the pre-war era is far beyond the reliability of similar products in the current wasteland era. Xing Hiiragi made an inference that the data was retained in the terminal, but it was only an inference. Verification was her last step.

But before that she had to solve one problem - power supply.

Electronic devices that rely on electricity to operate are useless without an energy supply.In the Southern Federation, if people find a terminal that is well preserved and judged to be functioning normally in pre-war ruins, they will usually use a mobile power supply for power supply, but how can they have such a thing now.

However, Hiiragi learned an unexpected surprise from Poluk. This prison is equipped with several backup power supply systems. Although the fuel has been exhausted, the solar system can still provide stable power supply. After all, it is a prisoner of war with extremely important specifications. Camp, all aspects must be considered perfectly during construction. Next, you only need to go to the power supply room to open it.

But when Hiiragi asked Poluk why he didn't turn on the backup power supply and instead used torches to illuminate the dark basement, he was at a loss for words. Yes, weren't the blackened marks on the wall the remains of torches? ?Although there was a need for lighting, he was willing to take the risk of using an open flame indoors rather than turning on the power. This had to make Hiiragi suspicious.

Coupled with Poluk's unabashed malice towards her and Irene before, she had reason to believe that this was a trap targeting them.

"What a trap? Why are you so suspicious? I really didn't think so!" Unfortunately, the more emotional Poluk retorted, the more suspicious Hiiragi and Irene became. Not only them, but also their sister Castor He also advised from the side, "Poluke, they are no longer enemies. To be honest, my sister will not blame you..."

"You...you..." Poluk clenched his hands into fists, his face was flushed, and there were even tears flashing in his eyes. Seeing this scene, the corners of Irene's mouth almost turned up uncontrollably. It turned out to be so joyful. There are more ways than just hearty battles.

"Yes..." After holding it in for a long time, Poluk finally spoke intermittently, "There is a limit... only..."