Chapter 44 Humanoid Weapon 13
The sky was filled with evening glow, and the setting sun was sinking deeply into the horizon. Shajia lay prone, seeing everything clearly.
His body temperature was slowly dropping, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred. He was supposed to go back, but was stopped by Yan Bei halfway. It was not like he had never fought with Yan Bei before, but he had never expected that this guy had completely deviated from the limits of human beings.
After realizing this, Sha Jia turned around and wanted to escape. This was definitely not a wise move because of his recklessness and overestimating his own abilities. However, Yan Bei was clearly coming for him intentionally this time. He didn't even have the chance to send out a signal for help, and the man's things from before had no effect on him for some reason.
It was a completely crushing beating. He might have thought he still had the strength to fight him before, but in front of this enemy, he was beaten to death and didn't even have the strength to fight back.
How could there be such a powerful monster? Is he still a human?
As the leader of the rebel army, he should not have secretly left the barracks alone without the knowledge of his personal guards. However, thinking of that terrifyingly powerful guy, even if his personal guards were here, they would only be wasting their lives to buy him some time.
If this is the case, it would be better for him to die alone... But what about the rebels?
He's always like this, he's always like this.
He always puts everyone in danger because of his personal impulse. I'm sorry, Mr. Clive, I'm not a good leader at all.
"Teacher..." I'm going to meet you again so soon? You will definitely blame me. I failed you and I failed to fulfill the promise I made.
In the deepest part of his consciousness, he slowly recalled the dream he had last night.
Shaka is an orphan who has lived alone for a long time. Although Mr. Clive took good care of him and he later met his teammates who also gave him a lot of company, when he learned that he might have a relative, the feeling of his heart filling up in an instant was incomparable to any other emotion.
He was too curious and eager to know what it felt like to have blood-related relatives.
"Brother..." In a daze, he saw a young figure appear in front of him.
He was surrounded by a white light, and someone seemed to be staring at him with some curiosity.
"Who are you?"
Shajia stared blankly at the figure that had appeared countless times in his dreams. A gust of wind blew over, blowing the white figure's robes into a flutter, and slowly, the wind seemed to blow away the blurry mist around him.
Just like the scene of white mist being wiped off the glass bit by bit, Shajia gradually saw the face of the figure clearly.
Shajia's heart began to pound, and he had a premonition that a terrible storm was coming towards him. Maybe he shouldn't look at it now. He shouldn't look at it. Some things are like this, it's better not to know them.
But despite the great uneasiness in his heart, Shaka still did not move his gaze. Regardless of the fact that his heart was almost jumping into his throat, he stared at the gradually clearing picture with great tension, and did not even bother to guard against the enemy walking towards him.
Years of confusion seem to finally be resolved this year.
But the next moment, the young man's figure overlapped with Yan Bei who was walking over - it was an unexpectedly fair and handsome face.
If he didn't have the same face as Yan Bei.
Shajia's mind went blank in an instant.
All the panic, worry, anxiety and expectation disappeared like a flood.
How come?
Is it an illusion?
Otherwise, who would tell him why the brother he had been looking for for so many years had the same face as the cold devil who killed countless of his relatives and friends, and what a joke God was playing on him.
All his efforts, how ridiculous.
Shajia suddenly felt a fatigue she had never felt before, and decided to just return to earth.
He is very tired.
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Yan Bei had just snatched control of his body from the manipulated consciousness, and when he opened his eyes he saw the protagonist lying on the ground, having been beaten half to death.
The sky is falling!!!
[Tong——! Is he still alive? ]
[Well, I can only say that he is not dead yet.] The system stared at the bright red health bar belonging to the protagonist and calmly drank a sip of tea.
Tsk, Yan Bei walked over and checked Shajia's condition. He was obviously unconscious, with horrific injuries all over his body, but he was indeed still alive.
[System, please notify the rebels to come pick him up.]
After doing all this, and making sure that Shajia only looked seriously injured but would not die for a while, Yan Bei actually wanted to leave right now. But he couldn't. He couldn't leave the protagonist who had lost consciousness and had no ability to protect himself alone in the wild. If something really happened to the protagonist, did he have to put on a vest and play the protagonist himself?
But it was impossible for him to beat the protagonist half to death and then kindly and considerately apply medicine to him and take him to a safe place. If he really dared to do that, he would probably be reported to the emperor's spies before he had gone far.
Fortunately, the location chosen by Shajia himself was very good, very hidden and the system did not detect any surveillance facilities around.
In this situation, he could only hide secretly until the rebels came to find him.
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A dignified general disappeared out of nowhere in the camp. The entire rebel camp, led by the deputy commander, conducted a thorough investigation, but found nothing except a few spies from the Imperial Army.
The surveillance footage from last night showed that the general left quietly alone, and other than that, nothing else was discovered.
Why did the general leave the barracks alone in the middle of the night? What danger did he encounter outside? The deputy commander sat alone in the room thinking, and the patrol team sent out had not received any special news.
At this moment, a strange message suddenly came on his contactor.
It gave him a location and reminded him not to bring too many people there.
For some reason, the deputy commander had an extraordinary trust in this unfamiliar information. He informed several of his most trusted colleagues without hesitation, entrusted the tasks he was doing to his assistant, and then hurried to the location.
The terrain there was very unique, and after searching very carefully, they found the seriously injured and unconscious general in a sunken area.
All of a sudden, everyone around them rushed over, and they worked in perfect harmony to check on Shajia and treat his injuries immediately. At the same time, they also changed his clothes that were covered in mud, sand, and blood.
Then a group of people divided the work clearly and took Shajia away while being alert to possible ambushes of enemies.
Only after they left did Yan Bei come out from the shadows.
After praising the true revolutionary friendship of the rebels, he was about to pack up and go back to report to the emperor.
The system suddenly popped up a prompt, [Important memory has been detected and automatically loaded...]
[Wait a minute - this isn't a good time to do it.] Yan Bei tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Memory loading...
The moment he fell into coma, another consciousness in "Yan Bei's" body woke up. He looked at the surrounding environment, his mind stuck in confusion.
However, he was just a consciousness born under the emperor's brainwashing, and all his actions were just in accordance with the emperor's orders. Therefore, at this time, the mission of "killing Shajia" was still clearly imprinted in his mind.
He clearly remembered how he had lurked nearby and was looking for the right opportunity to attack Shajia. But at this time, Shajia was no longer around. It was obvious that Shajia must have died.
After crossing this task out of his mind, he immediately set out to report to his emperor.
So Yan Bei returned to the imperial capital with the news that Shajia was dead. He was so sure that he had completed his mission that even the emperor could not detect the abnormality. So all the people in the imperial army from top to bottom firmly believed the news that the enemy marshal was dead. This was really great news. Many nobles in the imperial capital who had been psychologically traumatized by Shajia on the battlefield began to celebrate in advance.
Once the enemy's Shajia died, could the rebels find anyone who could take on the responsibility? Obviously, the Imperial Army won this battle again.
When this news reached the rebel army, many soldiers did not believe it, but the few people who brought Shajia back all tacitly kept the news secret.
Therefore, when Saga woke up again a few days later, he could see portraits commemorating him all over the streets.
But that is a thing of the future. Now Shaka is still trapped in the memories of the past.
He finally remembered everything.
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All of that started one day with a huge boom.
Shajia is an orphan who has lived alone in a house on the edge of the slums since he can remember. He grew up alone and rarely saw humans other than himself. Most of the humans he met were malicious and had ulterior motives.
Therefore, he has always been extremely vigilant and disgusted with people of the same kind.
The environment where he lives is not stable, and various small conflicts often break out. Shaka lives cautiously in the gap, relying on picking up garbage in the chaos after the end of the conflict to exchange for daily necessities.
Once, a huge explosion occurred underground nearby. After the explosion, Shaka quietly came to the nearby area as usual, but this time he did not find any useful garbage. Instead, he picked up a man in the chaos.
He was a man dressed in pure white, with snow-white skin, hair, eyes and eyelashes, all white, as clean and pure as a feather fallen in the mud.
"Who are you?" Shaka was stunned unconsciously. Even in his head that had never received any imperial aesthetic education, there was not a single cell that would deny that this was a perfect and beautiful human being.
Hearing his voice, the man turned around and looked over. This was a very strange guy. Although he had a boyish face, his face was full of childish confusion and innocence.
When his glass-like eyes passed over Shaka, the emotions that emerged in his eyes were no different from when he saw other things.
The feather-like man observed this strange world in amazement, as if this was his first day in the world.