Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"Then what should I do?" Xie Zhifei asked.

"Ghost knows." Yi Nian took the long knife in his hand, put his hand behind his head, and walked out swaying.

"You..." Xie Zhifei's teeth tickled with hatred when he saw that dangling look. Then he suddenly threw the gun out of his hand.

"Hey," Yi Nian jumped to the side, and was hit by the small stone that splashed after the point of the gun pierced the ground. With a mischievous cry, he jumped to the side. Then Pidianpidian ran out.

Xie Zhifei walked over, pulled out his big gun from the ground, took two steps to the side, and picked up a booklet. Just now, I was hit by a small stone, and when he jumped exaggeratedly, the thing fell off him. That way of falling is simply too deliberate, if you can't see it again, it can only be Xie Zhifei's blindness...

Thread-bound book with black cover, "Arms Record" in three large characters with iron and silver hooks. Then the corners of his mouth curled up, this guy could die if he was frank. It has to be the same as picking up and dropping it after killing monsters.

Xie Zhifei opened the book in his hand. The first line of words when he raised his head shocked him.

"The saying goes: "The gun is the king of all weapons", and all weapons are defeated by guns. The world knows how to use the head of the gun, but pays no attention to the root of the gun, so the skills are vain." Just the opening sentence, it is Let Xie Zhifei understand that this is a book of guns. The author is not only explaining the gun law, but more about the gun theory. Such a book is far more useful to him than some marksmanship that teaches how to hack, slash, and pick.

After all, his current situation is that he can use the gun in his hand to good combat power, but he doesn't understand why it should be at this stage.

"There are six grades of spears, the first is deified... the second is fine-tuning... the third is proficient... the fourth is law-abiding... the fifth is long... the sixth is fighting." Seeing this, Xie Zhifei put the two feet in his hand red. The gun slammed into the ground, and he sat cross-legged on the ground.

The thought that should have left long ago appeared again at the door of the training room, leaning on the door frame. Looking at Xie Zhifei sitting in the training room, the latter was completely immersed in the world of the book and did not notice his presence at all. In front of him, the blood-red brilliance on the red spear lit up and dimmed, as if it had its own breath. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He put his hands up again and walked out.

"There is leather in the poke, and there is poke in the leather. The force can be straight and it can be horizontal. The force can be horizontal and straight, and the tip of the spear, if there is a hook, can dig it out in the palm of the hand..."

"At this point, the art skills are still shocking to ghosts and gods."

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Chapter 27 Pride IV

Puri, Italy.

In a typical Mediterranean climate, May is arguably the best season. The winter is warm and humid, and after June and July it will be hot and dry. In May, it just got rid of the misty dampness. The sea breeze can bring people a dry and cool breath. Coupled with the bright white-gold sunshine, it is even more livable.

The Pugli region is a place full of Italian languidness, with the Peranto steel plant and the Brindasi petrochemical plant giving it its status as the Golden Triangle of Southern Italy. However, the developed industry does not affect the main tone of this small town at all. The black factories are hidden in the small hills far away from the city. In the inland areas, there are economic forests with olive and big almond trees, and some ancient olive trees. Intertwined, like a giant bonsai.

The unique garden cone-shaped residential building, with black and gray top walls, is a great landscape. In addition, Castellana's shore caves and churches with different architectural styles from the 11th to the 14th centuries attract a large number of tourists. The most famous of these churches is the Cathedral of Bitonto, which stands in the city center.

Although compared with the famous places of interest such as the Basilica of Santa Maria del Fiore, St. Peter's Basilica, and Milan Cathedral, which are also in Italy, it seems lifeless. But its lofty status in the church remains unshakable. Just like its reputation, its mottled walls and Puglia-style Romanesque architecture are completely incomparable to cathedrals of the same level. But only when you really walk in can you see the carving and inlay craftsmanship from different eras, the architectural styles of different heights and the same architectural style, and the beauty is amazing.

In such a beautiful place, two young boys in white dean's uniforms were playing and sparring on the steps of the cathedral. The white-gold sun shines through the stained glass at the top of the church, making it beautiful. After all, children's playfulness is mainly based on their own happiness, and it is common for them to be unable to control their strength. When one person hurts the other, playfulness can easily turn into conflict. But before the frolic this time turned into a conflict, a voice rang out.

"You two, don't fight casually. Violence can't be used against friends." One was wearing a jet-black priest's uniform, with a golden bun, and his hair stood straight back. A priest who still leaves a dark blue stubble even if he is shaved, like a priest who is more violent than the clergy is persuading two little children in a little quarrel.

"Got it, Father." The two little boys glanced at each other, made faces at each other, and ran away hand in hand. He was obviously familiar with this vicious-looking priest, and was not frightened by his appearance.

The priest looked at the two children who had run away dotingly, then looked up at the deep round arch, restrained the smile on his face, and walked inside the king. Walking through a short dark corridor, a large hall is revealed in front of you, which is different from the inconspicuous exterior. The hall can even be regarded as the word resplendent. On six huge stained glass, the legends and stories of the Son of **** and the disciples are painted in a wonderful way. The intricate and delicate carvings have been extended from the columns and walls to the tall semi-circular vaults.

And even in such a dazzling environment, there is an overwhelming presence. The existence of the saint in white who was kneeling in front of the cross seemed to be the only one in the world. As long as she existed, no matter how dazzling other things were, they could only be reduced to the background.

"Agrace." After quietly waiting for the white-clothed nun to finish praying, the black-clothed nun said.

"Father Andrews." Agrace stood up, the pure white silk fluctuated with her movements, outlining the curves of her body, but it still looked extremely holy. The golden ones shone like gold in the sun. "The **** aura on you has grown stronger again."

"The white-robed monks guide the world, the gray-robed ascetics represent the Son of God to appreciate the pain of the world and pursue truth and goodness, and the black-robed is the sharpest sword in the hands of my lord, used to destroy all degenerates and heretics. Blood is our duty." The expression on Andrews' face did not change at all.

Listening to his answer, Agrace sighed, and the other party was right. The division of the three major factions in the Vatican is a fact that has already taken shape. Their respective functions have long since been fixed, and everything the other has done has not violated the Lord's will. But even so, seeing the Lord's believers caught in the slaughter still made her feel a little regretful.

"Killing is unavoidable. But you have to understand that killing is not the end, it's just a way. Don't indulge in it."

"Recently weird things have happened frequently, a large number of vampires have appeared and caused damage, and they are all third-rate and fourth-rate big guys. Unplanned random killings are all hopeless and stupid behaviors. If you don't deal with them, you will bring A bigger question." Andrews didn't answer directly, but said something about the current situation, his clear eyes were telling the saint in front of him, and she understood her advice.

"Hmm, I've heard it a lot lately."

"Not only that, far away in China, Alfred's Marquis also set off a **** storm. I heard that the group of pagans suffered a lot. If it wasn't for the Fool's group of people, it is estimated that the people in the whole city would be smashed. It's hard to escape." Speaking of this kind of place, a strong suffocating aura still came out of Andrews. However, Agrace frowned in front of her.

"Most people in China are still in the confused stage of no belief, and they are not heretics." Agrace shook her head, "And being able to deal with a powerful marquis calmly, the Fool's strength has grown again."

"That kind of layman's group, compared to us, is just like a kindergarten." Andrews was obviously dissatisfied with the ambition of the Holy Maiden, "not to mention that even the last frontier has been dispatched, and if it can't be dealt with, then It's really funny."

"The Catholic Church, the Vatican, and us! Fighting vampires is much earlier than them. Compared to the death of that powerful marquis, that drug called Cato's blood is the real focus of this incident."

"Andrews, you're not only here to talk to me about the East, right?" Agrace frowned, interrupting Andrews' passionate speech.

"Of course not." Andrews licked the corner of his mouth, "The Arena of Destiny is about to open, I wonder if your preparations have been completed?"

"What has been done will be done again, and what has been done will be done again." (Note 1)

"Before I wish you success, here are a few small tasks to exterminate heresy. Let these dirty blood wash the sword of victory." Andrews took out a kraft paper bag from his arms Handed it forward.

"The grass will wither, the flowers will wither; only my lord will stand forever! If anyone does not love the Lord, this person is cursed, the Lord will come, Amen." The leather belt naturally opened, and dozens of sheets of paper flew out of thin air. , surrounded by Agrace, exuding a pale golden light, like a god.

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Chapter 28 The New World

After class, the rare Xie Zhifei was not in training. Since the blood of Cato incident, Xie Zhifei has rarely had such a long time to rest and meditate. Combat and training are always increasing in infinite number.

Yi Nian, Liu Huan, and Ji Qinger are all joining as his opponents. At the same time, the involving, dodging, wild survival, and strange combat training arranged by Chen Ye also gave Xie Zhifei a feeling of returning to the Huangquan training camp.

Xie Zhifei doesn't know how many layers of Haoran Qi there are in total, because unlike most of the records in it, in most cases, the exercises will not clearly write out how many layers there are in total, or clearly define what the layers are like. level. But it does not prevent future generations from dividing it into levels through their own perceptions.

Xie Zhifei, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, felt the tidal aura in his body, not only in the depths of his pupils. He raised his hand, a pale golden vortex entangled in his palm. Transforming Qi out of the body, the fifth layer of Haoran Qi.

After Mr. left, his aura successfully broke through the fourth floor, as if the third-level difficulty that had stopped him before had never existed, and it was unimaginably smooth. And since then, Xie Zhifei's aura has been steadily increasing. Finally broke through the fifth level today.

And what Haoran's anger brought to the fifth level was that Xie Zhifei finally stood on the second level completely. Although in previous incidents, he has been able to fight back and forth with Alfred's Viscount, and even kill him while injured. But there is still a difference between the second-level combat power and the real second-level.

Power systems, weapons, and fighting methods will all become factors that determine whether a battle will be won or not. Leapfrog killing between the first and second levels is not an uncommon thing, because as the first level, the scope of the first level It's really too big. Anyone who is different from ordinary humans can be called first-level power.

The gap was so huge that Xie Zhifei's movement would cut through gold and stone to a gap that could only cause a gust of breeze. Among them, those with serious development, such as the weak Ji Qinger, are said to be able to reach the third-level damage level with one sword before they cross the second-level, but in exchange, they almost died.

But each level of crossing means a change in the level of the whole person, not only when each person's strength crosses a certain level, it can be called the second level. But after the power reaches a certain level, the feedback of the world is caused, and then a series of chain reactions to the human body are produced.

For this situation, the most common explanation is still the information universe theory proposed by imaginary space. According to general physics, space is a plane, and the mass of matter will bend the plane, which is what we call gravitational force. When a heavy object presses a flat object into a depression, it must be Will cause other things to fall into its depressions.

Physics believes that the depression is almost endless, and the weight of the star can bend the light visible to the naked eye. When the mass reaches the limit, a black hole will form, and the depression is infinitely deep. But in the theory of imaginary number space, it is not only the mass that causes the depression, but the concentration of the information itself. That is to say, the quality, ability, strength, etc. will also cause the space to tear and dent.

The space itself is not just a single piece of paper, but something produced by the superposition of several layers. After the uppermost space is distorted to a certain level, it will fall into a deeper space structure. As if the sheet of paper that penetrated the surface fell onto a thicker and tougher sheet of paper. The paper superimposed into the space is extremely close and does not cause any external influence.

But a breakthrough is a breakthrough, and the result of breaking through the first layer is that the part of the law that bound everyone on the first layer disappeared. Greater freedom would give every breakout a leap from the inside out, as if the peak of maximum static friction was higher than kinetic friction. This part was originally intended to counter the strength of the peak existence of the first layer, and it will be added to each breakthrough as compensation.

This is why Xie Zhifei stopped training today, not only to adapt to the aura of breaking through to the fifth floor, but also to adapt to the new world rules and body. Even sitting in the same place, he could hear a small sound from his body. That's when the muscles are constantly broken and then stitched together to become stronger in a very short period of time. The calcareous bones are also being washed with pale golden aura from the inside to the outside, and small changes are happening every minute and every second.

Although the body is constantly changing, Xie Zhifei did not focus on this aspect. Instead, it is a rare recollection of something. One thought is still clear, talk about He Haoran. This is what the husband had told him before, as opposed to asking him about why he should be strong.

At that time, he didn't give an answer, but now that Haoran's anger is growing, does it mean that he has understood this matter? But after thinking about it carefully, he still shook his head. After leaving the cabin, he honestly didn't have much time to think about it. One thing after another seems to be driving him to run at the fastest speed, giving no chance to breathe at all.

After he reacted, it has come to the present, does he understand why he wants to become stronger now? Maybe understand a little. Not only because of the need for strength, but also because of why I want to go to school, I have some vague understandings.

Thinking of helping Yi Nian in the tea restaurant in that shopping street before, he would be touched by a burst of warmth from the bottom of his heart. Although Yi Nian, who tied his hair, stood among them, it seemed abrupt, but it was extremely harmonious, like a The rebellious son in the family is generally, no matter how inappropriate the appearance is, but the same aura radiates from the bones.