In an ordinary underground parking lot, hundreds of solemn men in black-clothed eyes were closed and their eyebrows were deeply locked, like a group of monks sitting in meditation and practicing asceticism, but no one could know that these people's will was several kilometers away, ruthlessly reaping their lives. Around them, a group of ordinary soldiers holding swords were blocking the entrance and exit, with their eyes full of alert, observing any possible abnormalities around them. "《》" (.)

A strange figure suddenly appeared among the crowd. When the soldiers just thought "warned" in their minds, the figure disappeared again, as if he had never appeared - but near that figure, several bodies that had fallen to the ground reminded them that what they saw just now was the fact.

"Remember, you are quantum-like elves, ghosts that will never be seen, existences that do not exist, lightning falling from the sky!"

This sentence was what Kamo had first accepted the virtual magic confrontation. At that time, the instructor's explanation to them. He always felt that this sentence was so verbal and a bit too "sour". However, when he was truly in the magic battlefield, he felt that no matter how many languages ​​were, it could not match these few sentences' incisive summary of the key points of magic confrontation.

Kamo now felt that he had truly become such a ghost, his eyes were everywhere, like death, wandering between buildings and streets, his figure flashed like a phantom between this city full of blood and death. Every time he flashed, he could take away several lives, just as these lives never existed.

The enemy had obviously discovered them and began to look for them, but they could not find them, because even Kamo himself could not determine his direction. He felt like a piece of paper falling in the air. Every roll and every turn were completely random and chaotic. There was only one thought in his mind at this moment, the simplest one, just like a program that was nailed to death in his mind - space gate, black, kill! space gate, black, kill, kill!

"Quick, as fast as lightning! So fast that you have taken away his life before you see the target, and so that the enemy has died before you smell the danger!"

When Carmel was in Carmel, Kamo had participated in the military's most stringent magic confrontation test - in 100 completely different empty rooms, a picture was randomly hung in each room, with enemies, hostages, and mission targets drawn on the picture. All they had to do was to release the eye of space, pass through these rooms in turn and observe, and the human action followed closely. Then, according to different content, release different magic on the image. If it was an enemy, then use magic to destroy the image. If it was a hostage, the image would be converted without destroying it. If it was a mission target, take the image and put it on it.

According to the standards set by Anna for the "Special Forces" at that time, if the completion time of the entire test is guaranteed to be within 3 and a half minutes and the accuracy of more than 95% of the spell casting is guaranteed, even if it is qualified, this standard is very strict in the eyes of most "magic soldiers", because according to this standard, that is, the decision time for each person to observe is only more than two seconds, while Kamo's performance at that time took only less than two minutes.

In the test site at that time, Wu Tong said that he had such a quick reaction and "operation" that it would be a pity not to play e-sports.

The current scene is like a simplified version of the test for Kamo. Here, he doesn't even need to distinguish between enemies and us from the image content. He just needs to grasp one - wearing a standard black costume on his body, he is the enemy.

Kamo's killing is not like the emperor's army. It is so bloody with the cutting of his throat. The most important thing is a waste of time. In repeated magical confrontations, the Carmel soldiers have discovered that the smaller the movement range when casting the spell, the smaller the resistance encountered, and the casting speed can be increased accordingly. In Kamo's eyes, these centurions under the emperor are like swordsmen who treat pig slayers, they are completely reckless men. In comparison, Kamo's techniques appear exquisite, and there is more art, no blood, no wounds, and even struggle before death. The only thing Carmel soldiers do is to use the ******* in their hands to gently cut the nerve tissue hidden deep in the center of the spinal cord.

The task of Kamo and his troops was: to disturb the enemy as much as possible, and if conditions permit, open up a way for the surrounded people.

He felt like a cavalry trapped in the enemy's formation in the age of cold weapons, facing death threats every moment and causing casualties to the enemies around him at any moment.

It appeared again, on a street that was being massacred, the nearest Eye of Space was only less than half a meter away from him, but before the other party could react, Kamo disappeared, leaving behind a flash bomb on the ground that was about to explode.

In the eyes of thousands of spaces in this city, no one can recognize what belongs to Carmel and what belongs to the emperor. In the streets and alleys of this city, no one can know what has just appeared. Where will it appear next time. The only thing the enemy can do is to widen your eyes, hold your hands tightly, or the weapons in your mind, just like a baseball player facing a pitcher, concentrate on it, grab the opponent's move, and before disappearing, hit him, and kill him!

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Hundreds of centurions of Viren are participating in this "unprecedented" encirclement with the large army. The encirclement has gradually encircled. Viren is conveying the last command of the war to hundreds of centurions. In his opinion, the final combat of this war: "Raise your swords and harvest their heads, just like a sickle to harvest wheat, like a flood flooding the earth, completely release your anger, completely release your killing. This is the will of His Majesty, without mercy, no kindness, no captives, and for the dead, they need to pay for their arrogance!"

In the consciousness network, the centuries responded to the promise, but the next moment, Veron keenly felt that two of them suddenly lost contact.

Veron opened his eyes. Before the two disappeared subordinates had completely died, they were not far from themselves, their bodies twitching like electric shock, and their shit and urine were flowing under them.

A sentry next to him quickly reported that a blue figure flashed by just now, like a bolt of lightning.

"It's a magic sneak attack!" Weiren reacted immediately, and then he called more soldiers, called out several centurions who were participating in the "hunting", and then told them that if anyone appeared nearby with magic, he would kill him as soon as possible!

The centurions were fully prepared, but this lightning never appeared again in the next two magical times.

But Weiren knew that the lightning had not stopped. From the commanders of the ten thousand men and the orders from the captain Zhaofu, he knew that many lightning had been wandering around the city now, and more than a dozen of them were shot dead by the ten thousand men in time, but more were still causing death and chaos.

This tactic is not unfamiliar to Viren, who once served as the Captain of the Majesty. At that time, whenever he was responsible for the frontier position, he would basically be attacked and harassed by the "mouse". The method of dealing with this tactic was also very simple, because each mage's energy and attention were limited, so when this situation maintains at most a few magic, it will gradually weaken. The interval between the two space gates will become larger and larger. When this interval becomes large enough, so before the centurions locate him, find him, and kill him, the mouse will be killed or even captured alive.

But now Veron knows that the passive tactics of the past are no longer applicable here, because there is a group similar to an empire and also composed of consciousness networks. Their magic is no longer a mountain stream, but a river formed by countless tributaries, with endless sources and endless sources.

A new lightning flash appeared again, and just under the noses of two centurions, took away the life of a centurion.

Villen's face suddenly became gloomy, but he did not blame the centurion, because even he himself had not reacted just now. The opponent's casting speed and skills were almost perfect, like a flashing ghost. He knew that relying solely on one of the ten thousand men could not deal with such an enemy.

Then the third time, the fourth time...

Just like jackals who smelled the smell of blood, these lightnings appeared more and more frequently and became more and more unscrupulous. They seemed to have discovered that these centurions had no means of counter-responsiveness.

This is true, the two centurions waved their swords in vain again and again at the figure that just appeared, but each time they were one step behind, like two poorly skilled baseball players, while the opponent's balls threw good balls one after another and landed accurately in the receiver's gloves.

If this is a game, the two sides must be several levels apart.

"Everyone stops casting spells and evacuate!" Veren ordered decisively that no matter how important the actions of the large army were, he could not sit idly by and be unilaterally massacred.

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Because of fear, Claire and her father hugged each other tightly. On the lawn of Central Park where they came every weekend, beside her, two girls of her age were not making a sound. One of them was like a nerve, constantly pressing their phone to browse Twitter, muttering to themselves: "Save me, save me!"

More terrified people were still rushing towards them in groups, like waves driven by the wind, gathering here continuously. Children's crying everywhere in the crowd, and the begging from the trampling. These sounds and a large number of screams and roars were mixed together, like an amateur-level symphony.

At the end of the field of view, the golden sun was slowly falling into the uneven horizon composed of tall buildings. Claire turned around and watched the sunlight drag everyone's shadows away. Everyone's shadows were embedded in the earth, restlessly restless, like black burning flames. The sunlight was the smoke and dust burning by the flames, and the golden despair.

Do people have souls? Is there a paradise after death? Claire didn't know, but she recognized that not far away, several pastors from St. John's Church were kissing the cross, holding the Bible, and praying devoutly. Some believers surrounded them, trembling like sieve.

Are they praying for God? Claire didn't know, she asked her father, and her father just said, don't ask anything, if you're afraid, then pray.

"Oh. God, I beg you, use all my helicopters, space gates... in short, everything is good... everything is good!" An officer knelt in front of the priest, and his mouth was mechanically repeated. Just 20 minutes ago, he swore that everyone here would be saved. However, after seeing groups of helicopter formations circling and falling to the ground and exploded one by one, he became what he is now.

On the outermost layer of the encirclement, people who were not completely desperate began to resist with their only weapons. They used bayonets, baseball bats, iron railings in the park, and any tools they could find, waving at the black dots in the air, their faces were ferocious and terrifying, like a group of primitive people dancing to the stars.

However, their dance did not scare anyone. As the encirclement tightened, those who were unwilling to retreat were blooming one after another like flowers. The earth drank their blood, and the accumulated corpses fell on the lawn in a row, like dolls discarded at will.

The soldiers in the crowd had learned the seriousness of the matter from the military radio station - they originally thought they would receive support, and many people who didn't know magic thought that Carmel would lend a helping hand no matter how badly they were, but they were wrong. The continuous space gate was impossible to maintain in this situation. Any centurion could easily destroy it, thus turning the escape passage into the entrance to hell. More than ten minutes ago, the Carmels tried it once in the center of the park, but only 8 people walked in the space gate, and the ninth person left half of his body on the scene... After that, the Carmels never tried it again.

The soldiers have begun to follow the government's instructions to mobilize all people in the park to "break through and save themselves" to the north of the park. Among the crowd, all people in military uniforms are given priority. When breaking through, these people will be ahead and the first group to welcome death.

Claire saw a more senior officer going to pull the soldier who was already mentally broken and kneeling in front of the priest. He shook his head violently, trembled his lips, and refused to fulfill his order. The officer took out **** and said to him: "The duty of a soldier is to die first when everyone needs you." Then he pulled the trigger.

The killed officer fell dejectedly in the priest's arms, with his eyes wide open. The priest had no expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to close his eyelids and whispered: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, let the rebirth be peaceful, and let the living be free..."

Claire then joined the team preparing to break through under his father's leadership - as civilians, they were arranged in the center of the team, which was a relatively safe position.

Just as the organizers were persuading more people to join this breakthrough and give up sitting and waiting for death, a wave of cheer suddenly came from ahead of their huge team.

The cheers quickly spread to the rear, and soon Claire learned the reason for the cheer from people's word of mouth - at the front of the team, in contact with the nearest direction of the encirclement, the soldiers found that the black spots forming the encirclement were becoming sparse.

At this time, the sun had not completely set, and the sun left a faint arc mark on the horizon. Those black dots could still be seen clearly in the last afterglow. Claire looked towards the sky ahead. The smoke composed of the black dots was still lingering around, but if you observe carefully enough, in the place where the black dots were the densest and formed a thick black cloud, you can clearly see that the dark red background color was rapidly appearing in the sky.

At this time, the dull sound of high-speed fighter flying came from the sky above the clouds. Everyone was attracted by the sound and raised their heads involuntarily.

"Everyone who wants to go out alive!" At the same time as the sound of the fighter was at the center of the team. An officer shouted at the loudspeaker with all his might, "To the north, in the direction of light, run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fighter quickly dived from the clouds, passed over their heads, and threw down more than a dozen small dots tied with parachutes and slowly falling, which were arranged in a straight line in the direction of the plane's flight. After a few seconds, the small dots suddenly burst out with violent light. Everyone understood in an instant that they were flares that guided the direction of escape.

The crowd exclaimed the sky and the complete cheers, the fear of death and the desire for life burst out with the purest fanaticism at this moment: "run!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of people were like floods breaking through the embankment, or like a tsunami of vast scale, rushing forward with indomitable power.

It was also at this same moment that the MRT-master who was commanding the battle waved his hand mercilessly: "Stop them and kill them all." With his order, countless black dots hovering in the air accelerated collectively and quickly dived towards the ground, like a group of bats that smelled the breath of blood.

In just a few seconds, in an artillery position more than ten kilometers away from the battlefield, more than 80 howitzers received the pre-order order and roared together. According to the pre-ordered ballistic parameters, the shells would land near the road where the crowd passed in a few dozen seconds. However, these shells would not produce actual damage. Their only function was only one - to generate a large amount of battlefield smoke that blocked vision to cover this escape.

Although this series of practices violated the original "military agreement", at this time, the Americans no longer care about the so-called agreement. Now it is an emergency! Now it is a necessary situation! If the nuclear bomb can solve the problem, the President may have pressed the damn button early in the morning.

When the black smoke from the air touched the soldiers charging in the front, the sun was completely swallowed by the horizon, and the only thing that left the city was a long night.

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