“No, after the Zhenxu Monument is activated, everyone’s realm will not exceed the ‘Pool’ realm. We are mixed in the crowd. As long as we seize the opportunity, we will be able to kill [Nightfall] and all the instructors by surprise and seize control of this training camp.
As long as we can razed this training camp and kill these 600-plus recruits, there will be a break in the flow of personnel among the Night Watchmen of Daxia. Personnel cannot be deployed properly and the strength of the war passes on the border will be greatly reduced. When the evil gods attack, Daxia will certainly not be able to withstand it!
The era of the dark gods is coming!" The skinny recruit's eyes showed excitement.
The other two also became excited.
"By the way, where is that person? Didn't they say that he had sneaked into the training camp and would cooperate with our operations?" The young recruit asked in confusion, as if he remembered something.
"Lord Qianmo is one of the three ancient gods of our Ancient God Church. His whereabouts have always been unpredictable. How can you and I guess it?"
"Yes, Lord Qianmo should have infiltrated the enemy and is observing our performance in secret."
"There is still a lot of time before the end of the basic assessment. We should proceed step by step. We should follow this group of new recruits and look for an opportunity to act."
"good!"
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Training camp.
Shooting range.
Galan, wearing the Red Boy's mask, sat bored on the roof of the shooting range, listening to the screams coming from all around him, and yawned.
"Why hasn't anyone found me yet... I want to scare some kids, too?"
Galan sighed in frustration.
Just then, a small group of new recruits, about fifty or sixty people, came excitedly from a distance, holding swords and guns.
The moment he saw them, Galan's eyes lit up.
She quickly climbed up from the roof and was about to jump down excitedly, but then she seemed to remember something, coughed twice, and silently took out bloody needle and thread, as well as a number of lifelike heads from her bag.
"Script, script... What is my character setting?"
Galan held the needle and thread in one hand and the bloody head in the other. He stood there blankly for a moment, then he let out a click of the tongue, put both of them down at the same time, took out a small notebook from his arms, and began to flip through it quickly.
"Well... I'm a female devil who likes to string human heads into a belt and hang it around my waist... A human head belt? I have to string these props together with a needle and thread first."
Galan immediately put away the small notebook, took out the blood-red needle and thread, held the needle in one hand and the red thread in the other, widened his eyes, and tried hard to thread the thread into the fine holes of the needle.
However, she tried several times but failed each time.
That tiny thread seemed to have its own thoughts and couldn't be threaded through the needle hole at all.
Seeing the new recruits rushing into the shooting range and starting to search quickly, Jia Lan's face showed anxiety. She took off her Red Boy mask and licked the tip of the red line with her tongue. While stringing the line, she muttered:
"That fat guy is such a jerk... couldn't he have made all the props first before giving them to me?!"
Finally, Jia Lan threaded the red thread into the needle and successfully strung all the heads together into a belt. But the problem came again. Her waist was too thin and she couldn't tie the belt around her waist at all...
Seeing that the new recruits were about to reach the top floor, Galan came up with a plan in his anxiety!
She grabbed the training pad in the corner of the top layer and stuffed it hard into the dark blue Hanfu under her cloak, hoping to increase her waistline so that she could fit into the belt with human heads.
At this moment, in the corridor on the top floor, many figures were searching upwards quickly.
"Do you think there will be members of the Nightfall team here?"
"I think there should be. When I was searching downstairs just now, I heard some noise on the rooftop."
"Is this true? Everyone, get ready for battle!"
“…”
The recruits, armed with swords and guns and full of high morale, kicked open the door on the top floor!
A breeze blew across the top of the shooting range. In the empty floor, a girl in dark blue Hanfu was holding a bunch of heads in her left hand and a cushion in her right hand. She was gritting her teeth and trying hard to stuff the cushion into her collar...
Seeing these new recruits suddenly appearing, Galan’s movements suddenly froze.
She was stunned.
The recruits were also stunned.
The air fell into dead silence.
The recruits swallowed their saliva and glanced to the side unconsciously, just in time to see the Red Boy mask that Galan had forgotten aside.
"Huh? She is..."
boom--!!
Galan crushed the cushion in her hand, and a terrifying aura burst out. Her black hair fluttered automatically. She looked at the group of recruits with shame and anger, and determination appeared in her eyes.
Sorry, Qiye.
I can't keep the new recruits on the field to create atmosphere for you,
Today, none of this wave of new recruits can leave here in a sober state!
Galan's figure turned into a residual shadow, like a ferocious blue beast, crashing into the confused crowd. His white hands clenched into fists and smashed towards them with a whistling sound!
"Oh no! Everyone, come together..."
Before the leading recruit could finish his words, Galan punched him on the head. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The other recruits reacted one after another and attacked Galan frantically with the guns and knives in their hands.
However, no matter what kind of attack landed on the girl in blue, it could not leave the slightest trace.
Galan moved quickly among the recruits, using all her strength, punching one by one. The recruits fell down like a tide.
At this moment, a young man among the recruits who looked unremarkable suddenly had a cold light in his eyes. An extremely cold energy emerged between his palms. He seized the opportunity and smashed it hard on Galan's back!
The corner of his mouth curled up into a hideous sneer.
"The first one..."
As one of the three oldest gods in the Ancient God Church and an existence of the same level as [Whisper], [Qianmo] is the one with the most unpredictable whereabouts in the entire Ancient God Church. Very few people know what he looks like and his abilities. He is like a ghost, always wandering in the world, harvesting lives invisibly.
Although the Zhenxu Monument suppressed his realm to the "Chi" realm, but with the extremely high-risk Shenxu, Qianmo was confident that he could kill anyone in the training camp in one blow, even the members of the [Nightfall] team were no exception.
The palm filled with cold energy smashed heavily on Galan's back, but it was like an egg hitting a stone, breaking into pieces.
Qianmo's expression froze.
After knocking a new recruit unconscious with one punch, Jia Lan slowly turned his head and looked at Qianmo behind him.
"Is there still a fish that has slipped through the net?" Jialan muttered, grabbed Qianmo's collar, raised his right fist high, and smashed it directly on Qianmo's head.
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