Modu opened his eyes and gasped heavily.

Cold sweat dripped from the forehead, and the blood was smudged into a dark red when it fell on the thin snow.

Master Daniel had left and was unknown where to go. The secret mage assigned to come here before Master Daniel left did not participate in the secret instrument. They immediately rushed up and helped Modu, who was suffering from the backlash of spiritual energy. The latter stretched out his spasm fingers covered with snow powder and squeezed his eyes hard. Blood and tears flowed out from under his eyelids, as if he was about to crush his eyeballs. Fortunately, a secret mage recited a pure practice spell in his ear, and other secret mages controlled his limbs. His spirit gradually stabilized after a few seconds. He could not open his eyes for the time being. Although the second vision was greatly damaged, the spiritual energy detected by the second vision still told him an unacceptable fact, so that he did not want to explore the whereabouts of Master Daniel at all.

"How long has it been?" He clutched the wrist of a secret wizard, "How many monks are still alive?"

"They are all still alive, Master Modu. Their souls are in a daze and cannot escape, and no matter how we call, it is useless."

The secret mage took a breath. Although he couldn't see it for the time being, Modu could still feel the nervous aura emitted by the secret mage, but at this moment he no longer cared about politeness. The secret mage turned his eyes to the square - the secret mages participating in the secret ritual were still shrouded in fear that could not bite off their fingers due to fear, or be scared to death because of fear. They forced these secret mages to go to sleep and use their dreams to avoid fear - as for those ascetic monks, they still recited mantras. However, without the guidance of the secret mage and Modu, their spiritual power was still preserved in their bodies. They were too focused and could not even notice what was happening around them.

"You have been unconscious for about five minutes, and the enemy has arrived at the Seventh Hub. We can all see their gun flames." Another secret mage gently pried away Modu's fingers, but the expression on his face explained his true emotions. "What should we do, Master Modu? Why... why did he betray us?"

"I don't know...Is there any secret instrument that can be used among the remaining people?"

The original elite soldiers of the Brazilian Special Police Operations Battalion codenamed Caveira (Caveira, meaning skull in Portuguese) never thought that one day she would run forward on the plateau. As a gift from the headquarters after recruiting her, the silent pistol with the werewolf Luison totem emblem representing death in Brazilian Indian mythology was tightly inserted into the thigh holster. She herself held a laser carbine and ran wildly towards the top of the stairs with the help of the exoskeleton on her legs.

Her active battlefield is the slums in the city, the city hiding terrorists and the caves hiding the enemy in the deep mountains and forests. Although the all-terrain training includes plateaus, she never expected that she would actually charge at the plateaus one day, instead of exchanging fire with the enemy in corners, gateways, and narrow rooms.

She drew a cross in her heart. Although she didn't believe in this thing, she saw too much witchcraft today.

It is true that the headquarters of the First Secret Regiment has told the truth about the existence of psychic energy and has already started anti-psychic combat planning, but hearing and seeing are completely different things. She was born in a slum in Brazil, where the territory of the Jesuits was strong and Catholic atmosphere. Even if she did not believe in Catholicism, after years of influence, Caveira's subconscious mind was also moving closer to the theory promoted by Catholicism. Moreover, she had not accepted the emperor's statement that "psychic energy can be explained by science" for a long time. She had to admit that she had suffered a great psychological impact. If she saw an alien again today, she would not be surprised.

Instructions came from the headphones, the soldier running violently in front suddenly turned to another direction and stopped, squatted down and pointed the muzzle at a false door in the courtyard. Caveira then rushed to the door, carefully pointing the muzzle firmly behind the door frame, firmly locking the direction she was responsible for in the assault formation, waiting for other team members to arrive.

After a few seconds, they began to enter the battle.

The combat sister Tatyana and her squad used a recklessness that was incomparable to conventional indoor combat. In Caveira's surprised gaze, he ran into another unopened wooden door. Then the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment also launched an attack. "When will we be assigned to a piece of power armor?" After the battle, Caveira would complain to his comrades. "Although the combat uniforms in the whole environment are pretty good and can also help the exoskeletons save physical strength, power armor is another level of thing. If I wear power armor, maybe even Tony Stark can fight!"

But at this time she had no such thoughts. She was just awe of the power and solidity of the power armor, watching Tatiyana and other girls in armor rushing around in a room filled with books and antiques. But neither the fighting sisters nor the First Secret Order soldiers found anyone in this not-so-large room. There was only a huge copper stove in the center of the room. The top cover of the exquisitely carved copper stove had dozens of irregular holes. The pungent spice smoke came out of the holes, and the strange animals that did not follow the laws of evolution were condensed in the air.

It seemed that he had noticed the invasion, and dozens of monsters gathered in smoke rushed towards them.

A short laser light suddenly lit up in the room, and the motor of the chainsaw weapon began to roar. Caveira fired several shots in a row, but each laser penetrated the monster condensed by the smoke and could not cause any damage to it. The claws made of smoke and teeth tear the polymer alloy composite fibers of the entire environmental combat uniform and integrated molded armor plate. Caveira pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into the smoke body, but only smoke ash flowed out of the wound.

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Tena Pereira woke up from the stuffy and humid air, and the sweat on her back and neck made the mat moist and hot, and the hard bed board made her thin back uncomfortable. But she was used to it, because she had lived here for many years, and she felt that even the smell on her body became as full of domestic waste, sewage, sweat and violence as it was here. The slums in the dark were not peaceful, and she stared at the dark yellow spots moving on the ceiling. Amid the exhausted breathing of other brothers and sisters and mothers, she pricked up her ears without any sleepiness, trying to listen to the noisy and blurry radio sounds outside the window.

She knew that the highest temperature today was 95 degrees Fahrenheit, and the air was so humid that it was breathless.

She likes raining, but it’s not because it can be cooler.

On rainy days, pedestrians in big cities often go in a hurry, without time or attention to what is happening around them. It is not particularly difficult for her to use her dexterous fingers to take away things that are insignificant to those who are dressed in bright and beautifully in the city. Almost all the children in this slum will do this, and her mother always thinks she is a good child. This is not surprising. There are ten children in this family and she ranks seventh. The mother cannot support them with her dead father's pension. She does not get much attention from her mother after she is tired every day.

She didn't care about this lack of attention, the only thing she needed to pay attention to was not to be caught by the police.

If she steals on the land managed by the gang, she might be able to join that gang, just share the money for a small leader; if caught by the police, they will squeeze out oil from her bones, use the teenager's influence on the courtyard and the police baton as a threat, and rob the meager money earned by her mother and brothers and sisters. Even so, she may not be able to come back alive. There are enough examples around her. If caught by the police, her only weapon is a dagger that is flattened with a water pipe, welded it and then sharpened it. She must rely on that dagger to escape from the predicament.

Scattered gunshots rang out in the distance.

The slums of St. Paul at night are not quiet. Even if most people fall into a deep sleep, crime will never stop. Whether it is money, power, or simply bloodthirsty, the slums of St. Paul have deposited the worst side of the city. Tena Pereira's eyes widened and listened to the sporadic gunfire, and then she found that the gunfire was getting closer and closer and dense.

"Caveira!" She heard someone shouting the name in a fierce voice, "Caveira!"

This title made her frightened because the control of the nearby layers of poor houses was a group of gangs marked by skulls (Brazil is a multi-ethnic country, and the main language here is Portuguese). What made her even more frightened was the sound of gunfire and guns. The walls built with wooden boards could not block the hot and humid air and bullets. The brother lying beside her was awakened. She felt that in this small room without glass windows, the smell of sweat immediately became strong.

She had a intuition and wanted to open her eyes.

The figure of the once perpetrator flashed in front of his eyes. Tatiyana resisted the urge to smash everything, and raised her hand to shatter the aromatherapy copper furnace. A secret mage in a black robe appeared out of nowhere, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of the aromatherapy furnace that Tatiyana had trampled on. He seemed to have not expected that he would be discovered. Then the chain saw sword cut the air and smashed it down. The single-molecule serrated with high temperature bit the geometric shield made of sparks and made sparks and noises like cutting steel. Another combat sister shot continuously, but the high-speed quasi-burst seemed to be trapped in an invisible ballistic gel with great resistance. The flight speed slowed down to the naked eye and finally stopped. Slight lightning spread on the bullet body.

"In the name of the emperor, give up dirty witchcraft! Accept the trial!"

The chainsaw sword pierced from Caveira's head, splitting the smoke beast in two. She saw the smoke's body collapse inward and finally turned into an amorphous spice smoke. The fighting sisters' audio grille roared, which made Caveira's ears buzz, and made her wake up completely from her past life. She dared to swear that she could not understand before the witchcraft monster died. The sound made her ears itch and she wanted to put her fingers in and scratch.

Then she saw the person who helped her.

It was a combat sister. She nodded at Caveira, pointed to the emergency medical kit on the latter's waist, and rushed towards the secret mage who was heading for the battle with Tatiyana without looking back. The handsome spirit was fascinating. Caveira later believed that perhaps this was one of the reasons why she wanted to wear power armor, not just because of the powerful bullet-proof and explosion-proof performance of power armor.

Caveira was pulled out of the battlefield of the firefight by her teammates without any mercy.

The accompanying military doctor sprayed disinfectant and synthetic skin on the wound, which made Caveira refocus the attention back on the battlefield. In addition to the conventional debridement process, the military doctor also injected a burst of antidote next to her wound. This was the special medical supplies allocated by the Imperial Guards from the warehouse before this operation. "The wound tear apart one of your tendons. Don't worry, our medical technology can easily heal this wound. But you are not suitable for participating in the next battle." The military doctor received a protest as soon as he finished speaking. However, the military doctor thought she was just worried about the impact of this injury, so he hurriedly said, "The intensity will increase a lot in the future, and we can only participate in the second-line battle, so you have not missed anything."
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