It would take about one day to get back to the base from the mountain.
Xin Ziming was seriously injured, and the back seat of the car was vacated by the team for him to rest.
“It turns out that she has a prayer ability,” He laid on the back seat and opened his eyes to look at the roof of the car.
“Yeah, could you think of it?” Feng Chengyu turned his head from the co-pilot, “Her fighting depends entirely on her physical fitness and her own fighting skills. After fighting this woman, I learned that people on the battlefield are all the same.”
“I seem to have heard of the power of the prayer, and it is also in the base. But it is said that it has no big effect, only a slight effect of calming emotions. Lao Feng, what level do you think she is?” Xin Ziming asked.
Feng Chengyu and Xin Ziming looked at each other, and at the same time figured out the key points.
She was not a combat ability holder, but she had such speed and power.
“It turned out to be so! How did she do that?” Feng Chengyu turned around, leaned on the seat, and took a breath, “No wonder she wants to grab the fourth-order crystal core. She turned out to be a fourth-order mental ability holder!”
“Lao Feng, did you feel that way when you advanced? At that time last night, I felt that I could not control my mental power completely. There was a manic chaos in my mind. I felt that my self-awareness seemed to be affected by other things in my body as if I was swallowed by a kind of creature.” Xin Ziming recalled the moment when he was about to be demonized the previous night, “At the critical moment, her ability strongly stepped in and protected my sanity. I realized at that time that her ability is too strong, and it’s completely up to the point where I could control my mental power.”
The two exchanged glances, and they both rejoiced in their hearts. Fortunately, Chu Qianxun was a friend and not an enemy. Fortunately, he did not completely offend such a high-level prayer ability holder who could help others to advance.
At noon, the convoy stopped for lunch.
Xin Ziming shook the window of the car, reached out and knocked on the door, greeted Chu Qianxun passing by to get into the car.
She pulled the car door, sat in, and said politely, “How are you, Team Leader Xin? Are you better?”
“I won’t thank you,” Xin Ziming smiled. He smiled very shallowly, but it was much more sincere than his formulaic smile before.
Xin Ziming took out a notebook full of various patterns, “This is a weapon I designed based on the existing smelting technology after referring to some cold weapon catalogs. Although it is still very rough, it is also better than nothing. You can see if there is something suitable for you.”
Chu Qianxun was happy. After the end of the apocalypse, she had seen the weapons made by various smelting masters using demons’ bodies, and she was very indifferent to the crude manufacture of weapons at this stage. So far, her weapons had been picked up on the way, and she had basically never used any weapons that really made her strength shine. Xin Ziming in front of her, in her previous life, was not only the head of the Black Qilin Mercenary Group, but also a very talented genius in weapon design.
Although it was the beginning of the apocalypse, in this densely painted notebook with various pictures and texts, the genius’ talent had already appeared.
“Yes, I want a pair of blades of this type.” Chu Qianxun pointed to a page in the notebook, recalling the appearance of her usual weapons in her previous life, she said, “Add a red pattern to this place, and make the blades lighter and about two centimeters shorter.”
Xin Ziming turned out a page, hand-painted the record while discussing with Chu Qianxun, “We have the arms of the fallen man, one red and one black, which are suitable for double blades. The black parts will be used for the right blade. It comes with a sound-absorbing effect. I recommend that it can be made a little wider and thinner, and it will be more silent when waving.”
“For the red material, as long as it stabs a person, it will make it difficult to heal the wound.” Xin Ziming touched the wound on his abdomen, “You can make the left blade a little longer to make it easier to stab.”
The two discussed for a long time and finalized the plan. It was not until they were about to leave that Chu Qianxun jumped out of the car.
“That Xin Ziming is not bad. I didn’t save him in vain. I got good blades out of the fallen,”
Chu Qianxun got into the car with Ye Peitian with excitement.
He looked back, and saw Xin Ziming sitting in the car writing and drawing.
Halfway through the convoy, a man stumbled out of the forest on the roadside.
“Help! Help! There is a demon!” He was covered in blood, shouting in horror, and ran toward the convoy.
Behind him were two Fischers with huge heads that looked like babies, but were very short.
“Hehe, don’t run. We’re going to catch him anyway.”
“I want to catch him first, cut his stomach, make the wound deeper, and take the first bite.”
“Nonsense, I just want to take the first bite.”
“I want it. It’s mine.”
Two identical Fischer clones were running and fighting each other with six short arms.
Only when Feng Chengyu stopped the car, he saw the door of the car carrying Chu Qianxun open, and two figures shot out of the car and went straight to the demon.
“Damn, these two people work too hard.”
Seeing that many of his team members had already taken the initiative to get out of the car to help, Feng Chengyu, who was seriously injured, chose to stay and watch the fight.
“That’s why she can become a fourth-order ability holder. In this world, there is no one who can succeed by chance,” Xin Ziming in the car window also looked at Chu Qianxun, who was on the battlefield.
Her body turned into an afterimage, leaping across the air, dozens of blade lights shone at the same time, cutting the demon into pieces.
Then she rushed to the depths of the forest at great speed.
It would take about one day to get back to the base from the mountain.
Xin Ziming was seriously injured, and the back seat of the car was vacated by the team for him to rest.
“It turns out that she has a prayer ability,” He laid on the back seat and opened his eyes to look at the roof of the car.
“Yeah, could you think of it?” Feng Chengyu turned his head from the co-pilot, “Her fighting depends entirely on her physical fitness and her own fighting skills. After fighting this woman, I learned that people on the battlefield are all the same.”
“I seem to have heard of the power of the prayer, and it is also in the base. But it is said that it has no big effect, only a slight effect of calming emotions. Lao Feng, what level do you think she is?” Xin Ziming asked.
Feng Chengyu and Xin Ziming looked at each other, and at the same time figured out the key points.
She was not a combat ability holder, but she had such speed and power.
“It turned out to be so! How did she do that?” Feng Chengyu turned around, leaned on the seat, and took a breath, “No wonder she wants to grab the fourth-order crystal core. She turned out to be a fourth-order mental ability holder!”
“Lao Feng, did you feel that way when you advanced? At that time last night, I felt that I could not control my mental power completely. There was a manic chaos in my mind. I felt that my self-awareness seemed to be affected by other things in my body as if I was swallowed by a kind of creature.” Xin Ziming recalled the moment when he was about to be demonized the previous night, “At the critical moment, her ability strongly stepped in and protected my sanity. I realized at that time that her ability is too strong, and it’s completely up to the point where I could control my mental power.”
The two exchanged glances, and they both rejoiced in their hearts. Fortunately, Chu Qianxun was a friend and not an enemy. Fortunately, he did not completely offend such a high-level prayer ability holder who could help others to advance.
At noon, the convoy stopped for lunch.
Xin Ziming shook the window of the car, reached out and knocked on the door, greeted Chu Qianxun passing by to get into the car.
She pulled the car door, sat in, and said politely, “How are you, Team Leader Xin? Are you better?”
“I won’t thank you,” Xin Ziming smiled. He smiled very shallowly, but it was much more sincere than his formulaic smile before.
Xin Ziming took out a notebook full of various patterns, “This is a weapon I designed based on the existing smelting technology after referring to some cold weapon catalogs. Although it is still very rough, it is also better than nothing. You can see if there is something suitable for you.”
Chu Qianxun was happy. After the end of the apocalypse, she had seen the weapons made by various smelting masters using demons’ bodies, and she was very indifferent to the crude manufacture of weapons at this stage. So far, her weapons had been picked up on the way, and she had basically never used any weapons that really made her strength shine. Xin Ziming in front of her, in her previous life, was not only the head of the Black Qilin Mercenary Group, but also a very talented genius in weapon design.
Although it was the beginning of the apocalypse, in this densely painted notebook with various pictures and texts, the genius’ talent had already appeared.
“Yes, I want a pair of blades of this type.” Chu Qianxun pointed to a page in the notebook, recalling the appearance of her usual weapons in her previous life, she said, “Add a red pattern to this place, and make the blades lighter and about two centimeters shorter.”
Xin Ziming turned out a page, hand-painted the record while discussing with Chu Qianxun, “We have the arms of the fallen man, one red and one black, which are suitable for double blades. The black parts will be used for the right blade. It comes with a sound-absorbing effect. I recommend that it can be made a little wider and thinner, and it will be more silent when waving.”
“For the red material, as long as it stabs a person, it will make it difficult to heal the wound.” Xin Ziming touched the wound on his abdomen, “You can make the left blade a little longer to make it easier to stab.”
The two discussed for a long time and finalized the plan. It was not until they were about to leave that Chu Qianxun jumped out of the car.
“That Xin Ziming is not bad. I didn’t save him in vain. I got good blades out of the fallen,”
Chu Qianxun got into the car with Ye Peitian with excitement.
He looked back, and saw Xin Ziming sitting in the car writing and drawing.
Halfway through the convoy, a man stumbled out of the forest on the roadside.
“Help! Help! There is a demon!” He was covered in blood, shouting in horror, and ran toward the convoy.
Behind him were two Fischers with huge heads that looked like babies, but were very short.
“Hehe, don’t run. We’re going to catch him anyway.”
“I want to catch him first, cut his stomach, make the wound deeper, and take the first bite.”
“Nonsense, I just want to take the first bite.”
“I want it. It’s mine.”
Two identical Fischer clones were running and fighting each other with six short arms.
Only when Feng Chengyu stopped the car, he saw the door of the car carrying Chu Qianxun open, and two figures shot out of the car and went straight to the demon.
“Damn, these two people work too hard.”
Seeing that many of his team members had already taken the initiative to get out of the car to help, Feng Chengyu, who was seriously injured, chose to stay and watch the fight.
“That’s why she can become a fourth-order ability holder. In this world, there is no one who can succeed by chance,” Xin Ziming in the car window also looked at Chu Qianxun, who was on the battlefield.
Her body turned into an afterimage, leaping across the air, dozens of blade lights shone at the same time, cutting the demon into pieces.
Then she rushed to the depths of the forest at great speed.
