"Then I'll have to break your limbs before we talk."
Butt and chin kept shaking their heads.
"Anyway, this is Elsa. There are many savior nuns here. Broken arms and legs are nothing here. You will just suffer a little."
"boom!"
The dull sound of impact made him look back, and he saw one of his companions lying on the ground, his body shattered into large pieces of ice, exposing the flesh, organs and metal parts in his chest.
"Dead bone ice needle...?"
He pronounced the word almost syllable by syllable, his butt chin widened his eyes, then turned around and shot.
"Boom boom boom!"
The machine gun bullets left deep streaks on the ground, but it was no use. Hitzfeld had already taken the opportunity to run into the tunnel, and not even a shadow of him could be seen.
"These rubbish!"
Butt Chin looked at the "hounds" and cursed.
"Chase!"
They caught up quickly, and Hitzfeld began to pant for breath.
Butt Chin kept guiding her with words. She calculated the time and thought it should be no problem for her to escape.
There is even a chance that the perspective will be blocked and all these people will be left here.
However, something strange happened again. A huge and thick plant root suddenly emerged from the road ahead of her.
Before she could react, an arm pulled her over, and at the same time, a familiar voice came from above:
"Do you really dare to attack you?"
"Let me see... if you're hurt!"
Chapter 162: Sword Skills and Xia's Surprise
Hitzfeld has a way to identify whether the person coming is Xia Yibing.
Don't forget - the two of them had a fusion of body and soul, not as superficial as sexual intercourse, but - from a metaphysical point of view, it involves the soul. She was once controlled by the woman as a weapon similar to "Long Summer" until she awakened to true transcendence and obtained the Dead Bone Ice Needle and the mysterious main level of knowledge, then she regained her independence.
However, it is not completely autonomous. The souls and bodies of the two still have a close connection at a considerable level, so close that as long as they learn to feel, they can know whether the person standing there is the other person even with their eyes closed and without touching.
Xia Yibing was not very proficient in this kind of perception technique and needed Hitzfeld to guide her to sense it, but the girl herself was too familiar with it. Before she could even see what the person behind the smoke looked like, the peace of mind and joy conveyed by her spiritual thoughts made her unconsciously relax her vigilance.
It was also because she recognized Xia that she did not resist when the woman reached out to pull her, and was directly pulled into a familiar and warm embrace.
This is actually nothing, after all, their relationship is... right, this level of close contact can't even be described as intimate.
But this is only limited to private. Hitzfeld is thin-skinned. If she knew that there was another person behind the smoke, she would definitely not be so obedient.
"Who is he?" After struggling to break free from the embrace, Hitzfeld looked at the old gentleman standing on the roots and then at Xia. He quickly tucked his scattered hair behind his ears and asked Xia Yibing with wide eyes.
"He is..." Xia Yibing was about to answer when she heard a mix of footsteps in the corridor behind her, along with various scoldings.
"The noise came from this tunnel!"
"This bitch is running around relying on his familiarity with the environment... Quickly get them all to gather here!"
"Enemy?" So Xia Yibing temporarily turned the answer into a question and saw the girl nod slightly.
She should be fine - the fight in the hall looked thrilling, but she didn't even have a scratch, her clothes were intact, and her veil and head scarf were still hanging.
Aisuen seemed a little cute like this... Xia Yibing had originally just intended to see if she was injured, but as she was watching, she suddenly had an idea and reached out her hand, grabbed the girl's slender waist and hugged her tightly.
"Xia?" Hitzfeld was startled and reflexively tried to pry her hands apart, but failed.
Why are you hugging me so hard?
She asked me if the enemy wanted to pick a fight with them, what on earth did she want to do?
It was not an inappropriate behavior in private, but it seemed too frivolous when a third person was present. Hitzfeld's face turned red, and he was angry that Xia Yibing was not serious at this time.
But she might be mistaken.
The woman ignored her struggles and whispered in her ear, "Remember the little church in Bartlett?"
of course I remember.
The betrayed gold, the resurrected mother tree... This case was so strange that Hitzfeld still remembered most of the details about it.
Including on the way to the town, Xia Yibing bought her a white nun's uniform.
Hmm... She seems to particularly like me dressing up as a nun... I hope she won't develop some strange hobby because of my two times dressing up as a nun, right?
Theoretically, it is normal for agents to have personal quirks as they have been engaged in high-pressure work for a long time. But as long as the quirk does not affect their physical and mental health, their colleagues and even their superiors will turn a blind eye to it.
Just like Lushier, the little nurse didn't know when she developed a hobby of touching the soles of girls' feet, and Xixus never cared about it because she had seen at least fifty hobbies more perverted than this.
The question is, is liking role-playing your loved one a perverted hobby?
Hitzfeld hesitated for a moment and felt that to be fair, this evaluation could not be made even in the more peaceful and harmonious cities on Earth.
Counting back twenty years from the time she traveled through, this was too much, but in the modern city twenty years later, this habit could even be described as pure.
This is the case even on Earth, and it is even more normal in a hellish place like Namibia.
Should I indulge her then?
For example, if she really likes it, should I dress up more often like this in the future...
"What are you thinking about?" She was lost in thought again. Xia Yibing gently touched her face with her forehead to wake her up. "I asked you if you still remember the exercises we did in the church yard!"
Small courtyard... practice...?
Hitzfeld finally reacted. It turned out that Xia Yibing was talking about... "dancing swordsmanship"?
So she pulled me over not to do anything bad, but to ask me to cooperate with her in wielding the knife.
After all this time, he was the one who was evil. Hitzfeld was speechless for a while, his face became more and more beautiful, and he could only try to speak to cover it up: "So...so we have to..."
"You've been practicing for so long but still haven't won once. Don't you feel resigned?"
Xia Yibing was already fully in the state. In the battle state, there was nothing extra in her mind. She didn't even think about why the girl's face was still so red. "They are here, hold me tight--"
Her movements were so fast that even Hitzfeld didn't have time to react.
The girl only heard a burst of gunfire, and then she felt the body she was leaning against suddenly tilted - one of the two hands that were hugging her suddenly took away, and at the same time, a series of sharp "clang clang clang" sounds came from a very close position.
Is she using a knife to cut bullets?
She was a little dazed, and the next moment Hitzfeld was even more frightened: as Xia Yibing made a big leap, she was almost thrown out, and the woman even took her other hand away. If she hadn't reacted quickly and hugged the other person's waist tightly, she would have fallen to the ground.
How come I have to hug her now?
In fact, this was almost predictable - the more intense the battle, the less likely Xia Yibing would have the energy to hug her waist.
She was always graceful, like dancing. This kind of battle scene could only appear in her imagination during practice. It was not that Hitzfeld did not understand this. She was simply...
Well, shame on you.
But I've been forced to this point, and I have no choice but to do it no matter how embarrassing it is.
Especially since the crazy woman was jumping around and yelling "Give me support, Sao Ling!", no matter how dissatisfied she was, there was nothing she could do except to be a good auxiliary.
That old man should be "Gu", right?
While sharing his perception from the mysterious network with Xia, Hitzfeld was distracted to look at Gu behind him.
White hair and white beard, this face... well, it's 80% similar to the Mr. Gu in my memory, so it must be that guy.
So my guess was right. His true identity was in Posuo Mansion. Xia woke him up there and got more intelligence support before suspecting the Mechanical Kingdom. That’s why Xia was able to arrive in time. Although I can win without her…
After a moment of thought, Hitzfeld understood Xia Yibing's madness as "wanting to show strength in front of Gu."
Then I will do my best to help her... And with Mr. Gu watching beside us, can he control those huge roots? Then he can be said to be "sweeping the battlefield" for us... There shouldn't be any danger.
It's just that the look in his eyes is a little weird.
What's with that expression of happiness + joy + relief + relief?
Do I know you? Are you suddenly so happy to see me?
The requirement for "assistance" in the accompanying swordsmanship is actually not low. Its principle is that Hitzfeld infuses his spirit into Xia Yibing, giving this power to the woman to allocate and use, and also comes with the spiritual consciousness's ability to perceive the surrounding environment.
For example, even if Xia Yibing saw an angle that was difficult for her to see, her spirit would also have to take on the task of early warning and reminder, which required a lot of energy, and normally she couldn't be distracted and think about other things.
But now she has connected to the Internet using the mysterious master's authority.
This is too much. She only needs to give the Internet access and most of the spirits to Xia Yibing for allocation. Xia Yibing can "go online" by herself. As an assistant, she only needs to make sure that she hangs on the woman as a pendant. It can even be said that she has nothing to do, so she can have such wild thoughts.
Xia Yibing has gone crazy with killing.
An unprecedented feeling... The previous few "Dancing Sword Techniques" had never been like this. It might be because Hitzfeld's spiritual level had improved so much. In short, she felt extremely happy now!
It was as if there was a net under her feet, she was standing on it, and the enemies were also standing on it. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel a dozen light spots of different sizes moving on the net.
Of course, there are some enemies that cannot be shown on the Internet - those mechanical apostles armed with heavy firearms, but don't forget that this is in the Blood Temple. Even if the Blood Temple has fallen into a deep sleep due to some unknown means, its flesh and blood entity is still there. Even if the Mysterious Lord cannot take over and control this flesh and blood fortress, anyone moving in this fortress - the noise made by their stepping on the biomass is so obvious that Hitzfeld can still feel it!
What she felt was equivalent to what Xia Yibing felt as well. All the enemy's actions were transparent to them, and the conditions were extremely unequal from the beginning.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
She dodged a volley of bullets by leaning sideways, and waved the icy long summer knife in front of her body, just enough to block some of the stray bullets coming from the front. The woman rushed forward and instantly stood in front of an enemy in the smoke and dust.
"you--"
The man was holding a small cannon with a muzzle diameter of nearly half a meter. There were a lot of cables at the end that were simply connected to his body. He was stunned for a moment when he saw her suddenly appear, and his expression quickly became ferocious.
But it was too late. His ferocious expression, his body, and the cannon were all cut in half... It was just a matter of Xia Yibing's casual vertical chop. The ice knife cut his steel skin more smoothly than oil.
Perhaps the noise exposed their whereabouts, and a chorus of interweaving fire came from the front of the tunnel, many of which hit the man's broken body. The rest were either dodged by Xia Yibing by jumping or chopped in half by her knife.
It is difficult to dodge bullets, but if you know where the bullets are going to go in advance, it will be easy to dodge and swing the knife based on this.
For Xia Yibing, chopping bullets with a knife was originally an impossible task that required the combination of skill, strength and luck, but it became so easy with the help of this perception.
"How did she do it?"
The apostles were terrified by this - because the tunnel was narrow, the dust created by the tree roots had not yet completely dispersed. Some of them did not see the woman's movements clearly and thought that the deaths of several of their companions were caused by Hitzfeld.
But isn't she in poor health?
They now realized that it was the Dead Bone Ice Needle. There were precedents of daughters inheriting their fathers' obsessions, and the Dead Bone Ice Needle was indeed a very difficult spirit to deal with. But after all, she only had one ice needle. Now that the Blood Sanctuary was hypnotized, where could she escape to with her frail body facing the firepower network?
Dodge bullets? I never thought I could do that!
"call!"
Xia Yibing suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, so fast that Hitzfeld had to hold her tightly, with her legs floating in the air.
"She figured it out?"
The leader of the apostles was obviously the Butt Chin who had "persuaded them to surrender" before. He was even more surprised when he saw this, because this woman fought back so decisively, it seemed like she had calculated how many bullets could be loaded in their magazines!
"Reload time, right?"
Accompanied by a slanting white light, the pillar that served as his cover was chopped in half by a knife. The ponytailed woman in long boots, holding Hitzfeld in one hand and holding a knife in the other, walked out of the smoke and dust, with two corpses falling behind her.
"Bang!" They shattered into ice chips after they fell to the ground. My buttocks and chin couldn't help but jump - that knife actually had the magic power to freeze?
"Didn't the people who trained you tell you how the fire net works?"
"The simplest firepower network can be organized with two machine guns, but we must ensure that there is no idle time - when one machine gun is reloading and preparing, the other machine gun must take over the work. You don't even understand this principle, how dare you use the weapons in your hands?"
The ponytailed woman walked slowly towards him while speaking sarcastic words, her butt and chin moving back and forth, with no expression on her face.
What is she trying to do by talking so much nonsense to me?
He was furious, raised his chin and fired the machine gun forward.
This thing is too efficient, Xia Yibing doesn't dare to use the ice knife to block it.
It wasn't the ice blade that couldn't bear it, it was her arms that couldn't bear it.
He took a few small steps to avoid the position, rushed forward to close the distance, and seeing this, Butt Chin suddenly threw the machine gun at the woman, but was chopped to pieces by Xia Yibing's knife.
But this also bought him a little time. He quickly raised his strong right arm, opened his palm, and a beam of fire suddenly penetrated the leather glove and shot towards the woman's face.
what?
Even though she had received advance warning through the girl's spirit, Xia Yibing was still frightened when she actually saw this scene.
She immediately raised the knife to shield her face and split the incoming grenade in two.
