With gentle steps, but fast pace, Morria, with the coexistence of expectation and hope, and the complex mood of anxiety and fear, carefully approached the location on the detector, longing, but worried about the next result.

However, no matter what, he never thought that what he encountered would be like.

Morria walked carefully to the light and shadow that looked like the ocean, hiding behind a building that collapsed but still tall.

Then, calm down, and carefully poked out his head for a while.

What I saw were thousands of bright eyes.

This impact was too sudden and too stimulating. Even Morria's heart couldn't help but pause, as if she was so scared that she was beating.

After all, it is not said that Alan and others have just experienced a big battle, and the murderous aura is strong on their bodies, and the smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated.

Even if thousands of ordinary people just stare at the same person calmly, the pressure brought about is like a mountain.

What's more, Morlia always thought that her actions were still secret, but in the end she realized that the clown was me?

With this huge contrast and this huge pressure, Morria was not scared or screamed unbearably, it was already very good.

Feeling the dense and heavy vision projected onto his body like mountains and seas, Morria paused, and then walked out of the ruins used as a cover with a stiff movement. His movements were calm and slight, as good as possible, without any malice.

There is no way, what the group of people in front of me shows is really terrible.

Needless to say, the dozens of people who were not found on the magic armor detector were enough to explain the problem.

Those who can do this are either [God General] or demon tools and props of the same level as [God General].

And no matter what point it is, it is not simple.

Judging from the other party's expression, they should have discovered themselves a long time ago.

In this case, there are only two ways before Morlia, either the one who knows the times is a hero, or the one who would rather die than surrender.

As for the swaying intermediate options, they have never been considered.

After all, that's just to cause trouble for yourself.

After thinking about it, Morria felt that she did not have the ability to break through the deadlock and had no possibility of breaking through the siege, so she chose the former.

There is no way, only by saving your life will you have the opportunity to talk about other things, and what you show from the other party is not impossible to talk about.

This is also why Morlia is willing to come out instead of turning around and running away.

If the opponent came up like the two tactical teams before and fought and never stopped, even if the possibility is small, Morria would not have surrendered.

But now, isn't it not that level?

"That, I think there may be some misunderstandings between us."

Morria stood about twenty meters away from Alan and the others, raised her hands and said in a dry voice.

When Allen heard the other party say this, he was about to speak.

But before he could think of what to say, Jacob was the first to speak.

"Moorlia, is it you?"

His face was excited, and there was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

Looking slightly, Allen looked over and thoughts turned, and knew that the person coming should be involved with Jacob.

This means that the other party is not the enemy.

Of course, to be honest, they are not afraid of any enemies now.

Just like them, they cannot win if they are small in scale, and when they are large in scale, the people in the City of Hope will not allow such a level of battle to happen in the city.

Therefore, as long as they remain collective and are not divided and disintegrated, they will naturally be invincible.

"Big Brother."

When he heard a familiar voice, Morria, who had originally had a little confused head because the scene was a little different from what he expected, woke up instantly and looked in the direction where the sound came, with an uncontrollable excitement in her tone.

Click!

With the armor on, Morria couldn't help but move her steps.

Alan, who had already seen it clearly and confirmed, waved his hand and signaled that everyone behind him would not need to be alert, this was not an enemy.

"Let's say the old words while walking. If we continue to stay here, some trouble will come."

He said to Jacob beside him, and Allen commanded Helena and others, signaling them to lead the team to leave with him.

The supernatural being at the silver level has achieved a super life that has sublimated individually. Whether it is talent, intelligence, physical fitness, or bloodline, it has a qualitative leap.

So in this case, the personality may be reckless and impulsive, but no one is a real fool.

And the people present do not have the kind of fool who is not as good as the world's fireworks and only knows how to practice. Naturally, they still have certain abilities in management and command.

It may be difficult to manage a big city with a population of one million, but it is easy to join forces to command a group of nearly ten thousand.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have led so many people out.

He only has a sense of blood and courage, but he cannot deal with well-equipped and well-trained professional soldiers.

With a high degree of discipline and superb command and combat skills, you can complete the operation of hitting the surface with more and hitting the surface with a point.

And being able to be hostile to it is not much different in this regard even if it is a bad one.

However, there is a huge difference between the two.

If Morse's side commands and combat is to quickly summarize and distribute information through the communication device built in magic armor, the rights are highly concentrated and the pace is consistent.

Then, Alan's side, through spiritual connection, perfectly transmits the orders to the individual, without delay, time difference, and is accurate to the extreme.

Morse and the others delegated the orders layer by layer, and when the pace was determined and the center was correct, they gave the middle and lower-level commanders certain rights so that they could only play.

On the other hand, Alan was arrogant and used his powerful advantages to complete impossible micro-operations and accurately command everyone.

The former is used by ordinary people, while the latter is a special method that cannot be promoted.

But judging from the results, it's still very good.

With a command, the others were used to Allen's command and led them to leave with their blue eyes before.

Although they have come out, they have no idea to leave on their own yet.

It’s not that they don’t want to, but that they understand that it’s not the time yet.

The same thing, no one is really stupid.

Even if I don’t like to use my brain, I know how to do it with my intuition.

Even those who understand will explain to those who do not understand for their own benefit.

So they all knew that coming out was just the first step, and how to overcome the next difficulties was the key.

What has passed is that the sea is wide and the fish leaps, the sky is high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the sky is wide.

But if you can't get through...

So, at this moment, how could they disperse their power?

Isn’t that an opportunity to expose your weaknesses and give those people a chance to attack?

Allen led the team and walked towards the Walkerdale family.

His face was calm, his expression was calm, and he was silent.

Due to his influence, the entire team was extremely quiet and there was no unnecessary sound.

For a moment, only steps were pedaling, like a dull war drum, beating the drum beats like a large army going out.

Fierce, sonorous, and stern.

He was dressed in rags and had a poor makeup. A group of people looked like refugees who had just emerged from the slums, and was in extreme embarrassment.

However, such a group of embarrassed refugees were extremely firm in their momentum, with iron-blooded and invincible.

It is like a powerful soldier who has survived hundreds of battles from the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, or it is like a warrior crawling out of hell, who can overcome all the dangers and dangers.

The spiritual will emerge from the body, as if the sky eyes were hanging high in the sky, looking around in all directions, taking everything in front of and behind into my mind.

Allen nodded in praise, although he was still much short of the truly invincible Legion.

However, they are already on the right path.

They were still silent, but as they moved, there was no longer a dead silence around them, with some boiling and noisy voices.

"Is it really okay for us to go here?"

No sound came out of the air, and this sound came directly to the outside of Allen's spiritual sea.

Helena looked at Allen and asked in confusion.

"What, is there anything wrong?"

Feeling the mental fluctuations that had faintly flashed in the air before, Allen knew that Helena at this time was not just her.

But he didn't care, just asked with a smile.

"You know, that's not what I mean?"

Helena looked at Allen and replied softly.
To be continued...