The featuration time of the Filthy Poison Flies is quite short, according to the fastest recorded by scholars, only forty-five seconds, and they are rumored to be the offspring of demons, so they grow at an astonishing rate. On average, the corpses of war behemoths hatch ten poisonous flies, and they buzz around before the contaminated corpse water is dry.

"Shoot them!"

"Damn, it's too fast!"

Like all flies, the Filthy Poison Fly senses the direction of the wind and has [Flight Evasion Mastery], so that no arrow can touch them. Hungry and thirsty for early feathering, they pounce on their nearest target, insert their wet mouthparts into the target's orifices, inject venom (the main ingredient is the fluid produced by the corpse Fǔ Bài), all in half a second, and then quickly fly away, waiting for the target's poisonous hair to fall to the ground and then come back to feast. They will attack other races in their field of sight continuously, even if the total number of prey exceeds their daily appetite, and the excess can be used as reserve food for the larvae, and there is no waste at all. Having the three characteristics of large appetite, strong mobility, and strong reproductive ability, the Filthy Poison Fly is a low-level class, but it is infinitely harmful, and it was exterminated by the living beings a long time ago, and it is not known what magical means Lord Walter Pole Cullen (Necromantic Beast Tamer) used to make it reappear in the world.

Necro creatures are about to take over this hillside.

At this moment, the golden light swept down from the mountain, and it was a laughing Angel, they approached the filthy poisonous fly as accurately as a homing missile, and the contact between the two caused a conflict of light and dark attributes, blowing the poisonous fly into rotten meat. In just half a minute, all the filthy poisonous flies were wiped out, and the eye-eyed shooter and a few soldiers escaped.

The morale of the human side has soared, and the offensive of the Dusk Empire has been suffocated. It's the Dance of Justice, that out-and-out paranoia, who made his first shot tonight. Except for him, no one would pinch the light element into Angel's appearance, and no one could use a-for-tat fight to completely annihilate the filthy poisonous flies with [Flying Dodge Mastery] and irregular flight. Compared to him, the mere hillside is not worthy of being called a moat at all.

"Tut-tut." The fox Kaka shrunk back, his small eyes peeking at the battlefield from under the cover of his tail: "There is no further movement, it seems that the mana of the Righteous Dance has been squandered again." ”

Seeing that all the filthy poisonous flies were wiped out, Kaka was actually very satisfied, because it exchanged a bunch of low-level troops for the shot of the third-turn professional. As a descendant of Lord Frangi, at the beginning of the fight, Kaka's tactical intention was to wear down the opponent's high-end combat power, as long as the righteous dance music was exhausted, Lord Frankie could level the entire hill alone.

Insects have no soul, and the blind shooter can't catch the movement of filthy poisonous flies at all, and after his advantage becomes weak, he is not even as good as an ordinary shooter, and can only shoot by hearing. Before he was transferred, his archery skills were quite mediocre, and at this time, he was unexpectedly pounced by a poisonous fly, and when his life was hanging in the balance, someone drove away the poisonous fly for him, and also helped him up left and right.

"Let's go!" Someone in front of him was waving a torch, and there was a tiger.

The blind-eyed shooter tried to break free: "Louie asked you to come?" It's too dangerous, you shouldn't have come! ”

"You can't die here! You are the hope of your brothers! The man on the left shouted.

He's right. Although the Blind Archer is only an intermediate class, it is equivalent to a high-level class when dealing with necromantic creatures because of the relationship between attributes and shengke. Lives of the Intermediate and Advanced classes are not equal.

The Eyed Shooter sighed and began to run. Because he couldn't see the road, he slowed down the movement of the rest of the group by himself, first the man on the left was attacked by a poisonous fly, and then the person waving the torch in front of him fell. One poisonous fly hovering in the air

One by one, they fell. In his field of vision, the warm red soul slowly extinguished, and the vast world seemed to be even emptier. He felt unspeakable loneliness and pain. He really hoped that it was himself who died, not those comrades-in-arms with a bright future.

"Mario, hold on!" He heard the chief call his name. "Pick him up! Come on! ”

You don't have to continue to sacrifice for me......

The eye-eyed shooter happened to trip over the corpse, so he simply gave up resisting, took out the military oil from his arms, and poured it on his body. Due to the death of their eyeballs, the corpses of the Eyeballs are more likely to turn into necromantic creatures than ordinary humans, so they will definitely destroy their bodies before they die, and will never be used by the enemy. This is the pride of humanity.

Suddenly, the sound of explosions came from all directions, and the poisonous flies exploded into flesh and blood fireworks, completely disappearing from this world, and there was not even a trace of fishy smell.

Is this a miracle......

The sight of the Eyed Shooter still had the trail of Angel's flight. For the first time, he saw a soul that radiated golden light, distinct from red, distinct from blue, and distinct from desolate darkness. Although the gaze of the golden light made him cry, he still wanted to see more, it was the color of the sun that he had not seen in a long time.

Do Angels Really Exist?

Does God Exist?

Why didn't he save the world? Why didn't he end the war?

Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, and scolded him closely: "You stupid donkey, let you hold on for a while, don't you understand?!" "Louis is the only one who dares to scold him like that.

The dumb shooter listened numbly. The fierce battle stretched his physical strength and spirit to the limit, and he really couldn't muster the strength to speak. Perhaps it was his attitude that made people angry even more, and he was punched in the face. He fell to the ground, and the other soldiers, unable to see it, stepped forward to dissuade the commander.

"Forget it! Go save the poisoned guy, and burn the one who can't be saved! Louie, who left in a rage, shouted as he walked, "What about the damn woman, bring her to me!" ，”

In fact, there is no need to add "damn" as a prefix, there is only one woman here, and no one will admit to it. Soon the woman was dragged in front of the eye-shooter and fell to the ground, which shows that the soldiers did it on purpose. Despite the inhumane treatment, the woman giggled, propped herself up on her elbows, and sat up straight as if nothing had happened. She was dressed in a black robe (already stained with dust and blades of grass), her eyes were beautiful, as blue as the water, her hair was a strange green, her cheeks were thin and sunken, and her lips were chapped with dryness; His wrists were too thin and he wore a pair of wooden flail with chains, his hands could not move freely, and his nails were clean, but he should not have cut them himself, because the edges of the nails were too short, and the fingertips were full of small wounds.

Sniffing, the woman smiled and said, "Hey, handsome guy, are you finally unable to resist committing suicide because the rejection reaction of your eyes is too painful?" Burning to death is a good option if you consider that we're at war with the Twilight Empire, but if you want to leave a little more peaceful, I can also prescribe a few prescriptions for you, for free. ”

"Biki, do you know what those flies were just now?" The dumb shooter asked.

The woman wanted to spread her hands, but her bound wrists made it difficult for her to do so, so she had to shrug her shoulders: "Daknis is above, even the Necromantic King may not know every necromantic creature, let alone me, a half-hung necromancer?" Thanks to our great charismatic priest, there is not a single specimen left, and it is even more difficult for me to judge. ”

"Maybe there are still some flies that haven't hatched."

The woman was stunned for two seconds and exclaimed, "Handsome guy, you are so smart!" It's a possibility! But if I leave your side now, a cold arrow will kill me in the next second, you

What do you think? ”

She's right. Her identity is quite sensitive, and she is ostensibly a professional nurse of the Eye-Shooter, but in fact she is a hostage given to the military in Astante by the Dark Church. In the army, these hostages were treated even worse than prisoners of war.

"Let's go, let's go and see it together." Grasping the chains, the eye-shooter dragged the woman up. "Show me the way."

Because the Twilight Empire did not attack, the two were able to move freely. The woman held the archer by the crook of the arm, and the two were as close as a couple. They carefully bypassed the toxins from the flies of the rolling soldiers, which caused vomiting and seizures, and the victims were not fatal, but they were ugly and filthy. The air was filled with the sour smell of vomit.

"Actually, you don't have to be nosy, are you? You should take care of yourself first. You're the only blind shooter here, and what will happen to me if you die? Will he be transferred to another camp to take care of the next handsome guy, or will he be raped and then killed by the soldiers? ”

Ignoring the woman, the Eyed Marksman groped for the remains of the Necromantic War Behemoth. It feels soft to the touch, and it doesn't bounce up quickly after poking it.

The woman was a necromancer after all, and her interest quickly shifted from conversation to studying corpses. She tugged at the musculature for a while, and held out a black chrysalis shell in both hands: "Look at this size! ”

Blinding Shooter: "I can't see it." ”

"Oh, I always forget that. I'm going to take this thing back and study it slowly. Let us go back quickly, lest they misunderstand me and think that I am going to abduct you. ”

"Why can't a necromantic creature wrestle?"

"Because of the soul force field. Do you know bats? Bats use ultrasound waves to avoid obstacles, and the ability of high-level necromantic creatures is even more on it, which can radiate soul wavelengths, and use the wavelength to outline things, so that they can naturally see things other than souls. You're just like the lowest-level skeleton soldier now, and you can only see soul fire, which is normal. ”

"You mean, if there are eyes of high-level necromantic creatures, I can see better?"

"Hmm...... Even if you give you a pair of dragon lich eyes, the effect is actually similar. If you really want to have such a rare material, it won't be used on you, and you don't know how many ghost wand mages are waiting for it in front of you. In addition, to put it mildly, the blind shooters are mediocre, and it is a waste to give too good materials. ”

"Of course I know that."

For volunteers who want to become blind shooters, the military department will first carry out assessments, and those with military specialties or advanced professional skills will be screened out, and those with development potential will also be excluded, leaving those who are mediocre to become blind shooters. In fact, they are all losers, and it is perfect to use them as cannon fodder.

The woman giggled, "Don't be angry, in fact, necromancers and ghost wand mages are also mediocre. The Wand Mage is fine, but it is only partially fused with the remains of necromantic creatures, and the Necromancer can turn himself into a lich. They don't know the essence of necromancy to get out of such a crooked way, and it's ridiculous that we have always believed it to be the truth. But there is a big man who is different, he has stepped out of the avenue and turned into a mage, and even the bad old men of the Wizards' Guild have to be polite to him. He's my idol. ”

She changed her words: "I am also a mediocre talent, so I was sent to the army as an outcast." So, you and I are in sympathy with the handsome guy! How about it, my comfort skills are not bad, isn't it much better? ”

Eyed Shooter: "Waste utilization? ”

"Waste utilization, so to speak."

"That means we're still useful, and that's enough."