Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Electric light flint, just for a moment.

Orus had already recognized the identity of the person who appeared in front of him.

The goal of this mission.

A sinner to the shame of the great Fabix.

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The appearance has been firmly imprinted in his mind.

He snapped: "Kang! De!"

The French violent bear wanted to strangle the king, but the restrained left arm suffered a sharp pain, and the fiery light burned his arm, and extreme anxiety flooded into his mind.

In a flash of light and flint, he released the king's neck and let the other party's body fall downstairs. His right hand had already pulled the heavy shotgun behind him, aimed at Kant, and suddenly pulled the trigger!

The violent gunpowder exploded suddenly, and the deadly projectile burst into the air. Kant instantly let go of the Frenchman's arm, dodged the shotgun's close-range bombardment, flew down the floor, and caught the king. , immediately kicked a piece of glass and rushed into a room on the third floor.

He lowered his head and asked, "How did you do this?"

Tears and snot made the king's face a mess, and he murmured, "Sorry...sorry..."

Kant followed his gaze, looked out the window, and saw the vehicle that was almost split in half by the battle axe.

There was also a smear of blood and shattered debris.

The next moment, he grabbed the king and dodged to the side. Immediately, there was a huge earthquake on the roof. The shotgun smashed a large hole in the roof. The projectile violently hit the ground. The sound of shell-throwing and gunshots echoed in the ears, and the room was riddled with holes.

Then there was a cracking sound outside the window, and two arrows shot in one after the other.

The phoenix vision and the power of the fire thieves have seen the black and green color diffused in the air.

poison gas.

as well as…

explode.

The flames surged, the air waves flew, the windows shattered, and the door slammed violently. Kant rushed out of the room with the king on his back and ran quickly along the corridor. The flame of the phoenix lingered in his eyes, and he peered into the source through the walls and obstacles. One or two Three, four, five, six, six people, high-energy individuals, are fundamentally different from civilians.

There are many in twos and threes in the distance, and it is difficult to distinguish between friends and foes.

The king whispered: "Brother, let me go, don't let me drag you down..."

"To shut up."

Kant looked around, the civilians around the downstairs had not dispersed, the king was by his side, the enemy was cruel and bloodthirsty, and had the means of large-scale killing, the battlefield should not be here.

There was a violent vibration behind him, a large piece of reinforced concrete fell, the smoke and dust dispersed, and Orus' body like a violent bear appeared. He shattered the roof and fell from the top, grabbed the shotgun, and roared: "Kant!"

Kant didn't even look at him, he turned immediately, smashed through the wall, and rushed into the room on the right. The sound of shotguns and bullets breaking through the air sounded from behind, and Orus' French kept roaring like a beast's roar.

Two more arrows broke through the window.

Kant's eyes flashed fiercely, the atmospheric aegis opened, and the explosion came oncoming. Using magic as a shield and extraction as a spear, the fiery shock wave was instantly eliminated. With the power of this explosion, Kant took the king from the strong fire. Flying out from the middle, his figure was as fast as lightning, he crossed the street and landed on the roof of the second floor opposite!

Then keep walking, rushing towards the distance!

The sharp arrows behind him pierced the air, and the gunshots continued. Kant had already jumped downstairs, using the cover of the street terrain, avoiding the direction of the existence of high-energy individuals, turning around and heading towards the embassy.

"Orus!"

The archer pulled out the battle axe from the car, threw it hard, and threw it back to his companions. Orus was breathing heavily like a bull, his eyes became red with excitement, and the companions who were waiting around gathered gathered, ignoring the chaos and shouting below. The crowd, everyone had expressions of joy and anticipation on their faces.

Because...they won.

Yes, Kant is back.

Kant was forced to show up.

There is no news of any attack in France.

This means that they acted to force this terrorist to abandon his evil plan to save the glorious Fabaixi from attack, in a sense, as long as Kant reappears in Moyani, then this war, Fabaixi West won an undisputed victory.

"Report to the country that our first mission has achieved a major victory. Next, we will expand the offensive, expand the results, and completely crush this incompetent person who dared to threaten Fabaixi."

Orus held the battle axe in his hand, slashed a few times, and said sternly: "Let's go! Arrange the ambush according to the original plan, he is much weaker than imagined! But still have to go all out!"

Yes, the previous brief confrontation has been very telling.

With the cooperation of the group, the other party only gets beaten... It's really funny and ridiculous.

Such an incompetent person actually dared to threaten Fa Baixi.

"He couldn't run...because his father was still at the embassy, ​​he didn't teleport away with the king."

They took out and changed their equipment and set off in the direction of the Chinese embassy.

The news of Kant's appearance spread all over the world in an instant.

Everyone who was qualified to know knew the news at the first time.

There was thunderous cheers in the French presidential palace. The members of the emergency team clapped or high-fives each other to celebrate. The president shook hands with the defense minister, smiling relaxed and satisfied. When he was forced to return to Moyani, the outcome was decided.

"What a farce."

After the other heads of state and important officials who were qualified to know the situation, heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt very ironic that they were actually turned into a big enemy by such news and threats.

But after laughing at himself, he smiled bitterly.

If it weren't for that phenomenon becoming more and more frequent recently, who would be so nervous?

After discussions with the heads of state and the dignitaries, they decided on the next thing - in addition to what Big Bob promised, the first thing to do is to put pressure on China.

That person named Kant must be dealt with severely as a deterrent to the extraordinary.

After a short period of discussion, the will of the country was fed back to Moyani's observation team of various countries. They noticed Kant's appearance and also paid attention to the short-term confrontation.

It seems that Kant is completely at a disadvantage.

"It's time to go, gentlemen, the gentlemen of Congress have issued new instructions, let us find opportunities to cooperate with the French, such as helping them entangle Chinese officials... In short, let Kant die."

"The general's order is to pull the frame. When Kant is about to be killed, go out to pull the frame, but pay attention to the strategy. You only need to show the appearance of pulling the frame, but don't save Kant and let the Chinese be killed by the French. We are responsible for persuading The French calm down, learn about their fighting style and training ideas, and then beat them up - whoever beats the French half to death can be knighted."

"You two go to rescue our compatriots, and the rest will watch the battle with me. Unless you receive an order, you are not allowed to shoot. Do you understand?"

Whispers, discussions, disdain, excitement, little regret.

The superhumans lurking in the city gathered in the direction of the embassy.

"Kant appeared! He took the king and escaped this way!"

On the rooftop, a woman with short hair held a binoculars and reported: "The French are chasing! The supernatural beings from other countries that were detected earlier are also coming here!"

Ban Cuntou spit the cigarette **** on the ground, and moved the huge steel gloves on his hands: "Fuck, he still has the face to lead people here! Now think of the country?"

After a while, the instructor put down the intercom and said, "Prepare to fight!"

Ban Cuntou turned around and said, "With this large group?"

The instructor said solemnly: "Orders are orders! Orders are for us to stick to our teeth at all costs until diplomatic mediation saves Kant's life! He is very important!"

Ban Cuntou was cursing, moving his muscles and bones, the woman said nothing, opened the bag beside her feet, and took out the sealed bottle of pure metal and high-energy fuel.

"It ran pretty fast."

The urban area of ​​Moyani is small. As Kant approaches, you can see his figure clearly with your eyesight. Behind him are the French people who are chasing after him.

He turned over and jumped downstairs and climbed over the wall. In less than a minute, Kant crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and swept in like a gust of wind. Ban Cun headed to meet him, his fists collided, and his fists made a sonorous sound: "World The strongest superhuman, look at this side, he can run quite well..."

The next moment, the sarcastic words from his mouth were swallowed into his mouth, because he was separated by a distance of dozens of meters, and he could clearly see Kant's eyes and the galloping killing intent that followed.

This killing intent disappeared in a flash, almost an illusion, but Ban Cuntou realized almost instinctively that the killing intent disappeared because the other party saw his skin color and hair color, and understood his language.

He opened his mouth slightly, and before he had time to reorganize the language, Kant had already whizzed past.

He flew to the roof, turned a blind eye to the two people on the roof, turned over to the front yard, rushed to the third floor, and put down the king in the ambassador's office: "Wait here."

He looked up at the dumbfounded ambassador: "Who are the three people on the roof? Two men and one woman."

The ambassador subconsciously replied: "Comrades in the country...domestic..."

"It looks like there are two strokes," Kant said. "Ask them to help take care of the king."

"Oh..." Before the ambassador could answer, Kant had already pushed the door and left, "Wait!"

Kant walked down the stairs and saw that there was no one around. He returned to the White Mist World. When he came out again, Horus was already off his shoulders and back: "Father, is it okay to be alone?"

Kant replied: "No problem, you are the key, the swarm is coming soon, remember the specific process and location, don't make mistakes."

Iron Son said solemnly, "Yes, I will do it as soon as possible."

After speaking, the Transformer turned into a long and narrow metal animal shape, drilled through the ground, and sank down.

Kant moved his neck.

The instructor also jumped down from the third floor, entered from the main entrance, ran into Kant head-on, and said in a serious tone, "Kant, what are you doing? I have been ordered to protect your safety, please stay in the embassy, ​​don't come forward, or use your abilities. It's okay to go back to China - please cooperate with my work!"

Kant nodded and said: "Chengqing, good intentions, I am so grateful for my business, please protect the king, I will go out and deal with the group of people."

The instructor stretched out his hand to stop him and said angrily: "Now is not the time to talk big! I know you are young and you can't hang on your face, but after a few more years of training, you can still find the scene, instead of trying to be brave and trying to be heroic. , why do you do things alone - your dad is still here! What will he do if you die! Stay here, the country is helping you win! Don't let their efforts go to waste!"

At the same time, the wild laughter and roar of Orus had been heard outside.

The instructor obviously understood what the other party was saying. He frowned and wanted to persuade him again. Kant shook his head and sighed.

The other party's face changed greatly, and he reached out to grab it, but it was already a step too late: "Not good!"

He turned and rushed out.

"Don't conflict with the Chinese in the embassy, ​​try not to, the locust swarm is about to arrive, and they will be responsible for capturing this castle. In the chaos, no one can protect Kant's life."

The embassy district was already in sight, and Orus still chose the most sensible plan with red eyes. Some are hiding, and some are moving in sync with him and covering each other not far away.

Before hunting, be patient.

He grinned, expectantly, yelled, humiliated.

It's best not to show your face, let the world see you humble and cowardly, and then kill you.

This is the best performance.

"Come out! You pathetic mouse, humble monkey, how dare you humiliate the great Fabaixi, where did you look so proud? Don't you call yourself the most powerful superpower? Could it be that your superpower is Are you brazen and embarrassed to flee, you…”

He wielded a battle axe, and with great momentum, the city of Moani is not big, and the extraordinary people who showed their skills have come to the vicinity. This is a very interesting performance. Orus will be established in front of the extraordinary people all over the world. His own status - when he thought of this, he cursed even more vigorously.

Would you like to add a little more entertainment? He picked up a shotgun and aimed it at the embassy...

The next moment, the bow of the archer resounded in the tactical headset: "Behind you!"

The sense of crisis with the hair standing on end reappeared. Orus roared, and a faint crimson light shone around his body. With his left foot as the center, he suddenly twisted half a circle. With this huge centrifugal force, the battle axe in his hand Sweep backward around the moon arc!

"boom!"

A bang.

Severe pain in right hand.

The strong anti-shock even made him unable to grasp the handle of the axe, and the five fingers exploded with blood, the blood scattered, the crimson brilliance shattered, and the battle axe let go.

Then, Orus, who turned around and slashed, saw the scene behind him.

The Chinese, Kant, was just behind him, in the path of the axe, just raised his arm and blocked it to the side, the incandescent light forming a shield without a single ripple.

The other party's eyes were calm and indifferent, looking at him without any fluctuation.

But talking.

"Hey...this is..."

He didn't understand, but he could read the other person's eyes.

This is the real...predator gaze.

The inexplicable fear was born out of thin air, just like every time Kant appeared by his side, he would have a strong sense of crisis. With the help of his companions, his own strength, and the rush of the other party, he did not take this sense of crisis to heart. , because he's been through too many crises - but this time is different!

Almost instantly, he set up the shotgun and pulled the trigger immediately. This was the most perfect and quick response, without wasting a second, the instinct of a warrior was already the limit.

But the other party was even faster than him.

Kant's other hand grabbed the barrel of the shotgun.

Orus pulled the trigger like lightning.

Pull the trigger.

...and the trigger! ?

Fingers twitched, tens of thousands of shots had developed muscle memory, but the heavy and textured force feedback fell into the void, causing him to look down subconsciously.

The wind was fierce.

This is the punch.

Orus instinctively raised his hand to resist.

Click.

The sound of cracking bones, followed by a sharp pain, a violent impact, shattered his arm and slammed into his face, causing his large face to twist, deform, and stunned.

An indescribable strange force rushes through his body.

The mountain-like body involuntarily retreated.

Second punch.

His arm, bruised by the axe's loss, was twisted, more blood spattered, and a searing heat pierced into the bone, and he felt someone shove a Molotov cocktail into his arm.

The third punch.

When he was in the middle of the chest, at this moment, Orus thought he had hit a mountain. At this moment, the bones of the whole body rattled, and the power was transmitted to the ground, and even the ground shook, and a series of terrifying noises shattered. Clinging to his bones, his legs could no longer support his body, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Dazed by the shock and the pain, he blinked hard, as if he didn't understand what was going on, and raised his head with difficulty to see what was going on.

Kant's left hand went from top to bottom, and patted the other's bald head gently.

Facing the blank and painful eyes of the other party, Kant's phoenix vision saw the surging vitality in the other party's body, and there was a familiar force maintaining his life.

pretty good.

He raised his foot, smashed each other's limbs one by one, and crushed his jawbone, and said cheerfully: "Come on, work hard, I'll be back in a while."

In English - hope he understands.

"…"

"…"

Three punches.

The embassy district was silent.

There are no people here, only the envoys and staff of various countries, as well as the Transcendent Observation Group from various countries, as well as the French people, they think this battle is a foregone conclusion, the only variable is Kant's ending... But it's just a blink of an eye A moment, just a moment.

In the end what happened?

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Kant stepped aside and pulled out the axe that Orus had thrown away.

Then lightly slashed with his right hand, cutting off the blade of the axe.

- what is he doing?

"Move... move..."

In the tactical headset, a certain Frenchman's trembling voice sounded.

It was too fast. The archer who first discovered Kant's teleportation had not had time to shoot his arrows. Orus had been completely smashed. The team members who should have cooperated immediately also forgot to shoot for the same reason and waited for everything to end. , when they realize what's going on...

It was not consternation that stopped them from taking action, but fear.

Orus... lost.

Only three punches.

After training together for two years, they all know how powerful and durable their companions are.

...do you want to continue?

"Or... or we withdraw?"

Someone trembled: "Camille is hiding our whereabouts. He doesn't know where we are. If we leave now, it's still too late... It's still too late..."

There was a strange silence, no one spoke, or in other words, no one digested what just happened, whether it was the parties or bystanders.

Only Kant was quietly tinkering with something in the embassy area.

He chopped off the blade, grabbed both ends of the long handle of the battle axe, and pushed hard.

The hard steel axe handle was slowly bent into an arc.

Then he squatted down, lifted a huge piece of cement from the ground, shook it in his hand, and the gravel kept falling. In the end, what he held in his hand was a long slender cement rod, about the thickness of a little finger. …bystanders are watching his moves, amazed at his control of power.

But puzzled.

What is he trying to do?

Then he tore off a long piece of cloth from his body, tied the cloth to the ends of the bent iron rod, tied a dead knot, and then pulled the long piece of cloth, making a light tremor.

"This is... a bow?"

Many people were surprised. Although they were extraordinary people, many of them were from ordinary backgrounds. The toy bow made of a bendable branch and a thread was a childhood memory.

And the archer suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

Because it's a bow!

This is the bow!

The next moment, he saw Kant's gaze.

Although the distance is very far, although the whereabouts are hidden by Camille's ability, the archer can be sure that Kant has seen him! The other party knew where he was, and even made such a **** bow, because the Chinese had already chosen his next target, and that was him!

I even figured out **** him!

Use this **** bow!

And... can do it!

Damn it!

Intense fear and excitement made the archer jump up, grab four long arrows with his backhand, shoot like a bead, explode, poison gas, poison, burn, master craftsmanship, the wisdom of experts in various fields and arms companies , the limit that modern technology can achieve, with his awakened ability and talent, curved shot, projectile, direct shot, rapid shot, the mind corrects the trajectory, as an extension of the arm.

But an arrow made of cement shook the air and made a heavy whistle.

The rags with no elastic potential energy, the extremely hard iron rods, and the brittle concrete arrows, how ridiculous these three things are, especially in the face of the special bows and arrows created by modern technology, the gap is even greater. It was like a cloud of mud, but the whistling that shook the air and the unstoppable hurricane speed made the archer smell the fear of death for the first time—what's going on!

An explosive arrow was knocked into the air and burst into flames, interfering with other ballistics.

Another cement arrow came through the air, corroding the archer's hiding place into potholes.

This is poison.

The archer tumbled and fled desperately, and the third concrete arrow set off a fiery explosion.

This is burst.

Two more.

The blast and death drove the archer into the street.

The Chinese walked towards him step by step with the homemade bow and arrow that was almost child's play.

His posture, footsteps, eyes, movements, and even the stance of holding a bow and an arrow, made the archer despair just by looking at it, and he saw a gap like the sky.

This is the true master of archery, and can leave a splendid name in ancient times.

How could this be?

How does he know that the Chinese people in front of him are participating in the most brutal **** battle on the real battlefield, fighting head-on with a race that has been proficient in archery for thousands of years, and facing the archery of the gods who have been diligently cultivated to the extreme. Dodging, charging and fighting in the dense rain of bullets, killing powerful enemies, shredding them, beheading them, and extracting them. The moment of fighting and fighting on the battlefield.

Although the memory was full of fragments, it disappeared like a cloud of smoke under the power of annihilating everything, leaving only the broken fragments, but after all, it has become the food of fire thieves.

The archers tried their best to draw and shoot their arrows. The arrows were like a series of beads. The two archers approached each other and shot arrows along the street without dodging or evading, but everyone who watched the battle could see that the gap was overwhelming. Sexually, Kant only needs one arrow to stop the opponent's three to five arrows.

And it was with bows and arrows like that.

With a click, the war bow made of advanced modern materials was shot and broken. The archer wanted to draw the gun. The next arrow pinned his hand to his thigh. The severe pain caused him to fall to the ground. He was in pain. Shouting, looking up at Kant, wanting to say something, but the arrow that came right after has been nailed into his eyebrows.

The archer's lips quivered.

Another arrow shot through his forehead.

Then the face, jaw, throat, left cheek, right cheek, the archer's corpse shook until his head turned into a hedgehog, and then he fell on his back.

Kant looked indifferent, looked around, looked around.

Even the supernatural beings in other countries far away held their breath, lowered their heads, and even kept saying in their hearts - don't admit the wrong person, don't admit the wrong person...

They all knew that Kant was picking his next prey.

The extraordinary people of these countries have obtained powers that are unimaginable for ordinary people. They are conscious of being extraordinary and arrogant. They are ordered to come, some to observe, some to order. The protagonist of the event is an extraordinary person named Kant, and no one will think that he has What is the opportunity for a comeback? At most, China's concessions and compromises will save a life. Whether or not it can maintain its ability remains to be seen...

I didn't expect it to be like this.

The Chinese who are destined to be prey are calmly slaughtering Fabaixi's extraordinary, the turmoil in the city, the coming locust plague, the consequences of hostility with Fabaixi... as if they don't care.

And the means are cruel, there is no chivalry, and there is no respect for the enemy.

Bystanders felt...deeply terrified.

They have awakened their extraordinary abilities, they think they are different, they have more missions, and everyone has heroic complexes. Therefore, nothing can awaken the fear in their hearts more than seeing extraordinary people like them being slaughtered like pigs. things are up.

No one dared to stand up and stop it.

No one dares to stop a yellow race from killing white people, a Chinese from killing civilized people in the Western world, and a red country superhuman from killing NATO allies.

The supernatural beings in the free world are watching.

It seems that the so-called universal values ​​and justice beliefs they insisted on before are all deceiving children.

Kant has undid the cloth on his own, and straightened the bent handle of the axe.

Holding the handle of the axe, which was neither long nor short, with both hands, a blazing brilliance shot out from the top of the axe handle, turning into a blade of light, which he held in his hand, like a giant saber.

The next moment, a loud noise came from a residential house about 50 meters away. A Frenchman in light armor and dragging a big sword cried and ran away, he shouted: "Come and save me! Help! I!"

A distance of fifty meters, a straight-line raid, the saber dancing like a windmill, splitting the wall, smashing the house, death was rushing, and he was killed in an instant.

The Frenchman screamed and parried, calling for help from his teammates, but no one responded.

He wields a great sword, and the specially made blade is surrounded by blazing flames, but even the swordsmanship handed down from the European melee era, even the skills practised by the world's top swordsmen masters, and even the most scientific and modern way of training And simulation...still not actual combat.

It cannot be compared with the skills honed by the cold weapon battle in the other world of swords and magic.

The Frenchman staggered backwards, his armor and body were cut off at the waist, his upper body slid to the ground, vomited blood, and struggled in pain.

Kant came to him, raised the blade of light, and stabbed it slowly, giving enough time to the last painful period of his life, longing for the point of the sword to drop quickly.

No one can save the French today.

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PS1: Seven thousand five hundred words! It's almost 8,000 words, which is the fourth watch of others, and it was written at one o'clock - express it to me! The ticket is the blade!