Shu Jingtong saw the sweat on Lin Yuan's face. The sweat drops were hanging down and gathered at the tip of her chin. She raised the back of her hand and wiped it away.
She is not at ease either. Shu Jing thought the same thing.
But, she is actually learning and growing.
When Lin Yuan fired the first shot, he missed the monster. The human-headed monster just paused for a moment and then ran away quickly.
But at the second shot, the monster's movements became unusually slow and clumsy, as if its brain suddenly went blank, and it was hit hard by Lin Yuan's bullet.
The monster shot by the third gun was completely frozen, unable to move, and became a living target. Lin Yuan shot off half of its head.
In just three shots, she learned how to instantly invade a monster's brain. In a short period of time, she learned how to capture the enemy and influence his actions.
In such a chaotic battlefield, her learning ability is so terrifying.
If she had not grown up in the White Tower, what kind of person would she have become?
This thought flashed through Shu Jingtong's mind.
The monster on the roof never appeared again. It seemed to feel threatened and hid far away.
The metal ceiling of the restaurant was slowly deforming, with bubbles forming in many places and oozing rusty liquid.
That giant human-headed monster is extremely cunning.
It no longer actively attacks, but at some point, it has smeared a large amount of extremely corrosive saliva on all the places it crawls over.
It was hit in the face again and again, and was filled with resentment, so it wanted to pry open the roof of the entire airship and lift up a corner of the tin can.
Let all the mutants swarm in, and let those guys inside who have caused me pain many times taste their revenge.
Tick.
The roof had been corroded in places and was beginning to drip with thick acid.
The liquid hits the dining table, and soon a puff of green smoke rose up, corroding a small round hole on the table.
Tick.
That sound seemed to strike everyone's heart, and it also burned a hole called terror there.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the ceiling above them. They didn't know when it would be eroded and collapse.
Then expose this helpless guide to the monster's sight.
"Give the sentinel mental counseling and help her wake up."
Lin Yuan suddenly said, she kept holding the gun and reached out to rub her shoulders gently.
"Mental counseling? Here?" Shu Jingtong pointed at himself, "You, are you talking to me?"
The spiritual world is an extremely grand yet extremely fragile place.
When guides enter the Sentinel spirit picture, they are very careful, treading on thin ice, and being cautious.
If one is not careful, it may cause serious harm to the sentinel's spirit, and it is also possible that the guide himself will be lost in the world of the sentinel's mental picture and never wake up again.
Therefore, most counselors will choose to conduct psychological counseling treatment in a special counseling room.
Those high-end counseling rooms specially designed by the Empire are decorated warmly and comfortably, with carpets in warm colors on the floor, soft lounge chairs and facing sofas, and the walls have top-notch soundproofing.
Most guides will have some rituals before starting spiritual counseling, such as sitting quietly to adjust their emotions, playing some soft and soothing music, and smoking some light and comfortable fruity fragrances.
After entering the spiritual picture of the Sentinel, the guide is also gentle and polite, and will never rush into it.
Just carefully remove some mental pollutants deposited on the periphery, without being too rough, to ensure safety.
There is no such precedent. No one would provide spiritual counseling in such a bloody and crisis-ridden environment.
Or he was guiding a sentry who had just been seriously injured and whose mental picture must be in chaos.
"Yes." Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at him, as if it was a matter of course. "Your mental counseling score was the first in our class, right? I think I remember it correctly."
Although she didn't know her classmates very well, she still had some impression of their names as the top students in the academic assessments every year.
Shu Jingtong's face turned red. For a moment he thought that Lin Yuan was mocking him on purpose, and then he thought that maybe Lin Yuan was right.
Indeed, Lin Yuan's mental strength is very strong, beyond the reach of others.
But when it comes to this meticulous work of spiritual counseling, I am indeed the best in the school.
Shu Jingtong took a deep breath, found a clean spot on his clothes, and wiped his bloody hands dry.
When his hand reached out to the sentry's forehead, he couldn't help but look up.
Nicole and another female guide gave him a thumbs-up with sparkling eyes.
In the corner of his eye, Lin Yuan had already turned his head back, his eyes still fixed on the roof, as if he was sure that Shu Jingtong would take action without even looking.
She also remembers my grades.
Shu Jingtong adjusted his breathing, calmed down, and gently placed his warm hands on the sentry's cold eyes.
…
Lin Yuan felt like someone was pulling her clothes.
Turning around, I saw that the sentry with a long braided hair had woken up.
Half of her body was wrapped in white gauze, and her face was pale. But as soon as she opened her eyes, she reached out her hand to pull Lin Yuan.
"You..." She pointed at the gun on Lin Yuan's shoulder, "That gun doesn't suit you. Exchange it with me."
His voice was hoarse at first, but when he said the last word, he had already sat up with difficulty, took off a smaller Scorpion submachine gun from his waist, and exchanged it with Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan handed the heavy submachine gun back, took the much lighter submachine gun, and rubbed his shoulders.
Under the loose dark blue sportswear, a large area of red skin was exposed.
Half of the sentinel's shoulder was completely disabled. She used the only hand that could still move to pick up the heavy metal weapon and put it on her shoulder.
"You, you can't shoot anymore." Shu Jingtong reached out to help her
He bandaged the wound himself and knew how serious the wound was. If this person was not a sentinel but a guide or an ordinary person, such a wound would be enough to kill her two or three times.
That kind of clumsy temporary stitching cannot withstand the slightest vibration, let alone the powerful recoil of the gun.
"If you don't shoot, you'll die." The girl had dark circles under her eyes. She pulled her bloody hair back and looked up at the roof that was gradually softening and deforming. "You will all die, and so will I."
"Then you..." Shu Jingtong thought for a moment and finally said, "Then you put the gun on my shoulder?"
He supported the injured body of the sentry from behind, and stretched out his hands, which were usually only used to arrange flowers and make tea, to help support the heavy weapon, letting the hard butt rest on his shoulder.
Shu Jingtong knew that many people were watching him secretly. He was too close to a strange sentry.
But he suddenly felt that he didn't care anymore.
The one leaning against his body was a poor sentinel, without any title or halo.
But she is a life.
He is a hero who, even though he lost one arm, still picked up the gun and wanted to protect them.
He is someone who deserves my full assistance at this critical moment of life and death.
The sentry's body temperature came through the fabric of her clothes, and I could smell the residue of gunpowder and blood on her.
Shu Jingtong supported her and held the gun with her. The two of them were very close to each other, without any romantic thoughts in their minds.
At this moment, he vaguely felt that he was like a warrior, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sentry on the battlefield, waiting together to meet the attack of the fierce and brutal enemy.
The ceiling of the cabin shook, and dust fell down.
Then, a large piece of the roof shattered in front of everyone's desperate gaze and fell into the cabin.
There was a loud bang, stirring up flying debris and dust.
The sunlight shone in, very blinding.
The interior of the airship was no longer safe. It was like a can with its lid opened, revealing the fresh meat inside that anyone could eat at will.
A monster's face appeared on the edge of the gaping ceiling. It was a little boy of about six or seven years old, overweight, with two red spots on his cheeks, and his mouth was wide and strange, revealing his front teeth.
The sentry fired the first shot, and the boy's head was pierced on the spot, rolling along the inner wall of the airship while crying loudly.
The powerful recoil caused by the gunshot hit Shu Jingtong's shoulder unexpectedly.
It hurts so much!
It turned out to be such a strong force. He gritted his teeth, steadied himself, supported his back and bumped into his sentry.
The human-headed monster dodged the first bullet and rushed all the way, but suddenly slowed down halfway.
The face with tears in it began to smile foolishly, revealing a dreamy and foolish look.
The sentry's second volley of bullets followed and blasted it to pieces.
Another head popped up from the edge, followed by two, and a third.
As soon as those terrifyingly agile guys showed their faces, they seemed to be bewitched and moved sluggishly and slowly.
For a sentry with excellent eyesight and strong physical fitness, this is like shooting at a fixed target.
The sentry used two or three shots to kill the monsters steadily and fiercely. The monsters that were extremely troublesome before and that were everywhere were now as easy to kill as cutting vegetables.
She looked at the girl standing next to her with surprise.
The girl in a dark blue coat stood in the flying dust, her sleeves folded to her wrists, holding a small submachine gun in her bare hands, and looking up at the sky.
Under her feet, in the dust, there seemed to be countless mysterious things surging back and forth.
One head after another popped out from the edge of the gap.
They had strange looks on their faces, huddled together, and drooled at the people in the cabin.
However, no matter which one, big or small, there will always be a brief pause in movement at an inexplicable time.
Faintly, you can see a bunch of moving tentacles suddenly appearing from the shadows.
Those flexible tentacles can accurately and instantly penetrate into the monster's brain. The monster, which is running around, will fall into an emotional stagnation at a certain moment.
The sentry quickly seized this opportunity and killed the monster with several shots.
One of the two controlled the game while the other did the kill. They worked in perfect harmony.
Even though human-headed monsters kept appearing, they were unable to break into such a huge gap.
Is this a guide?
So this is what a real guide is like, the sentinel who had never met a guide thought to himself.
With her level and combat ability, there was no way she could deal with so many mutants at the same time.
It was the female guide standing next to her who unleashed her powerful mental control to take strong control of the battlefield, allowing her to increase her combat power tenfold.
She had never experienced such a thrilling battle.
Even if the bullets are almost used up, even if the body is extremely weak.
However, the mental picture that should have been in chaos due to excessive trauma is now peaceful.
There was almost no negative emotion caused by physical pain and excessive mental energy consumption.
Such a stable mental state enables her to support herself, go all out, and fight to the end without any scruples.
The guide who possesses the spirit of pure white chinchilla has been supporting himself all along.
It was he who used the soft and gentle mental power of a cat to channel and eliminate all the painful negative emotions in his mental picture.
So this is the guide.
No wonder the empire is so cherished.
But such guides should not just be companions of the Sentinels’ families. They should appear on the battlefield and become the Sentinels’ best partners and comrades-in-arms.
For a moment, the sentry had a thought that shouldn't have occurred to a soldier of his level.
What a pity, I may not be able to protect such a good guide. The sentry looked at the dim sky above his head and thought with regret that he may not be able to protect them from getting out safely in the end.
The bullets were gone. The body had reached its limit.
But the monsters are still there, appearing one by one.
They were just ordinary airship guards and rarely came into contact with contaminated areas.
It is very difficult to find the exit when you suddenly enter such an unfamiliar new contaminated area with no information about it.
The sentinels fighting the monsters in mid-air were all covered in blood, and from time to time, warriors fell from a height of several thousand meters covered in blood.
There were also seriously injured sentinels struggling and falling back into the airship.
The first sentry who fell had both legs broken and was covered in blood. He rolled on the ground several times, stood up and tried to pick up the gun he had dropped on the ground with gritted teeth. His crawling body left two long bloody trails.
"Give me my gun, I can still fight. Damn, those guys, those guys killed the captain."
His eyes were red and black feathers appeared and disappeared on his face, which were signs of frenzy.
Nicole hesitated for a moment, walked towards the blood-covered man, touched his skin with trembling hands, and held up his face.
Can I do it? A poor student like me, Nicole thought.
I'm not very good at grooming. I probably can't do it.
At this moment, she suddenly regretted her past laziness in college. At least, she should learn more about counseling.
In the palm of her hand, the face covered with black feathers had its pupils erected and roared at her fiercely, which scared her.
But soon, the blackness on that face faded and turned back into a human form. The sentry regained consciousness for a moment.
He was stunned for a moment, looked at his broken leg and his changing body, and handed the gun he was holding tightly in his hand to Nicole.
"Can you...can you use a gun?" he said to Nicole, his voice soft and gentle, as if he was begging in a low voice.
"You, point it towards me and open it." His hands were covered in blood and he weakly pointed to his head.
"Please, I don't want to end up as a monster."
Nicole's spirit body appeared at this time.
It was a silver-white reticulated python. The white body of the huge snake moved on the ground and swam around the two people.
"It's okay, you'll be fine. I'm a guide. A very good guide. Please calm down and cooperate with me."
Although the guide was very young and had an afro, his voice was very gentle, and his hands holding the sentry were soft and warm.
The silver snake's body swam around, its beautiful scales reflecting colorful light, blocking out all the violent and chaotic aura around it.
The sentry stared at her blankly, his ever-changing expression gradually stabilizing.
"Yes, great. That's it. I'll provide you with spiritual counseling right away," said Nicole.
In the past, in school, she always thought she was a unique girl. Rebellious, uninhibited, and very cool.
Only then did she realize that her previous self-righteous behaviors were ridiculous and were just childish things.
Now I am truly cool.
The noble young lady closed her eyes and covered the sentry's eyes with her hands.
When one person comes out, there will be a second one, and a third one.
Many people followed and rolled up the sentry's trouser legs to stop his bleeding and bandage his wounds.
Seeing the cross-section of the legs bitten off, several guides' eyes turned red.
The sentinels of the sky worked hard to protect the wobbly airship.
The guides in the airship did their best to treat the injured who were sent down one by one.
Everyone is doing their best.
Yet the monsters seemed endless.
At this moment the sky is orange-yellow, with oil paint-like tones, as beautiful as a painting.
The small airship that accidentally entered the painting was sailing in the boundless canvas, desperately searching for an escape route.
In the distant sky, a huge city shadow was suspended like a mirage.
It was a city from the old days, with skyscrapers like towers densely packed together and twinkling lights from thousands of houses. Neon lights were suspended in the city, and the viaducts that circled back and forth were full of cars.
The ghost of the past seemed like a dream of someone lost in the past, hanging darkly in the distant sky.
From the phantom city with bright lights, a group of black cloud-like monsters with human heads flew out from afar.
Such a strange and huge world is boundless.
Monsters keep coming, where can I find the "door" to escape?
There are fewer and fewer Sentinels able to fight in the sky. Almost every one of them is lying on the airship, dead or injured, unable to get up.
The guides were sweating profusely, and many of them could no longer summon their spiritual bodies.
Shu Jingtong put down the gun in his hand.
His shoulders were now red and swollen, and he could no longer lift them.
The sentry who was leaning on him had just fainted and was now lying at his feet.
He looked at everything in front of him with a little despair.
I have done my best.
But I couldn't help but think, if I, if we were not so weak and powerless.
If I had not lived in the comfortable White Tower since childhood, and if I had been able to receive more exercise, would there have been any hope for the desperate situation I am facing today?
I was born in a horrible era. How could I have lived for so many years with my eyes covered and a clear conscience?
Sweat blurred his vision, and he tried to wipe it off, but all he could see were his companions, who were in such a state of exhaustion that they could not even get up.
There was only one person, Lin Yuan. She was still standing upright in the middle of the battlefield filled with blood and dust, just like she did at the beginning.
At the edge of the huge gap on the top of the airship, black heads appeared one after another.
It was like a black tide rising up but never falling, sticking around the hole and piling up layer by layer.
So many monsters were all held down by Lin Yuan alone.
It's just that these monsters can't be shaken off and can't be killed completely, and the high waves will eventually burst the dam.
Maybe we will all die. But I hope she, I hope that person can at least survive in the end.
Shu Jingtong thought with blurred eyes.
Lin Yuan stood stubbornly in the devastated battlefield.
Her chest and back were soaked with sweat.
The orange sky outside the airship looked like a huge fire.
The sky was full of human faces, all kinds of faces, laughing, cursing, making sounds that made people feel upset and confused.
There was blood all over the ground, and the painful cries of classmates and soldiers filled my ears.
Lin Yuan felt a severe headache, as if it was about to split open.
There is a huge hole in my heart, empty and intangible, as if something has sealed it up tightly.
Lin Yuan felt as if she had returned to her childhood, the little girl standing alone in the huge fire.
There were cries and howls all around,
Everyone will die, she thought, just like then, everyone will eventually die painfully here.
She tried her best but it was useless?
Even if you exhaust yourself, you still can't save anyone in the end.
But it doesn't matter, she doesn't feel pain, she doesn't feel bad. She is an emotionless monster.
The place in my heart that should have been filled with emotions was empty and sealed off, just like my father had sealed off my five senses and had not yet unsealed them.
She will never feel sad or heartbroken.
But why was she still standing here? She didn't quite understand herself.
She was clearly already exhausted, but she had used her mental power too much and too recklessly. Her head was about to split open, and her tentacles were so weak that they were almost withered.
And those monsters were still piling up layer by layer like waves, gradually building up into a terrifying high wall.
It's not something she can solve alone.
The collapse is just around the corner, there is no point in holding on.
She didn't need to look, she had seen every face around her fall, saw their despair, saw their pain. She saw someone calling her to leave alone.
I am not weak, Lin Yuan thought.
I should belong to this battlefield.
Don't want to lose, don't want them to die.
I just...
The thick glacier that had been sealed off for many years in my heart cracked slightly.
At such a life-threatening moment, she actually felt a little relieved.
She seemed to understand a little bit what sadness was.
At this moment, there was a sound of waves, and the cold sea water flooded her heart which was tense to the extreme.
Lin Yuan was stunned. She heard a familiar whale cry.
Coming from far away, in the dusk sky.
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