A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
"After entering, if we only explode at a shallow level, the effect will be limited. However, if we want to go deeper, we will probably need a drone with extremely strong blasting and drilling capabilities."
"This is too difficult. It would be better to just have a shallow explosion and weaken it layer by layer." A staff officer shook his head.
"No, there are only one or two chances. Have you forgotten the lessons learned before? It will learn and grow. If you do it too many times, it will change and become difficult to continue."
"this……"
The discussion fell into silence, and after a while someone raised the issue in a low voice.
"Or, we can have someone who can resist erosion fly a fighter jet into the interior and conduct a deep blast."
"Such a person must be at least Sequence 9, and may even need some special existence." Everyone vaguely knew that the special existence he was talking about was actually a witch.
As fragments of the gods, witches possess power but are indeed not easily corrupted.
"Think about it again, alas." The general sighed. Anyway, it would take several weeks for the monster to approach the barrier.
A week later.
"Have you decided to go by yourself?" Vimiya looked at Loran Hill in front of her, seeming a little surprised.
"Yes." Loran Hill was trying on a combat suit, but looking at himself in the mirror, he seemed a little embarrassed.
The combat suit was almost tailored to her body, perfectly outlining her body curves. This forced Loran Hill to use her arms to lightly cover her body to avoid exposing the curves of certain parts of her body.
"I am also a witch, and one of the four original witches. I still have the ability to resist the erosion of chaos." Loran Hill thought for a while, then took out a coat and put it on, which made him feel much more at ease.
The long, smooth silver hair cascades down onto his shoulders and back, his clear, light blue eyes make one feel at ease and intoxicated. His white-painted combat uniform is like some kind of glue, but is filled with various metal meshes inside, making it extremely tough. It also has circuits that resist chaos erosion and comes with various functions, making it the standard for current fighter pilots.
"I'm not worried that you will be corrupted. After all, in the worst case scenario, you can protect yourself. I'm just worried that you will be stimulated too intensely and suffer psychological trauma." Vimiya shook her head and squeezed on the small stool with Loran Hill, looking at the two people in the mirror.
"You are the Primordial Wind, and your perception is extremely strong, but you are also easily stimulated. I still remember when you first encountered the Chaos Phantom in the academy, the violent shock caused you to lose consciousness and fall into a coma."
"Ah, how did Vimiya know that?" Loran Hill opened his mouth slightly.
"Frosia told me, probably during the years when you were in the East. I was in the Green Star Alliance, and because of business matters, I gradually became familiar with her. She told me a lot about your school life, such as Luo Xier and so on." Vimiya blinked.
"Well, she told you this too." Although his multiple identities at school were not a big secret, Loran Hill still felt a little embarrassed when others knew about it. After all, he had kept it a secret for a long time.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I know I can't stop you, but if you feel extremely painful and uncomfortable, just wake up Katie." Vimiya touched Loran Hill's soft long hair and said comfortingly to the girl who looked about the same as herself.
I always feel that this child is lovable. Looking at the appearance of Loran Hill, Vimiya had such thoughts in her mind, and then she shook her head and got rid of the idea. The girl in front of her is the leader of civilization today, and she cannot be simply regarded as a naive and innocent girl.
"Um."