"Ah!" With a scream, Liu Qiba woke up from the nightmare.

Before he could recover, a sensation of pain surged all over his body like a rising tide.

When he was in pain, Liu Qiba's mind became much clearer.

While adjusting his heavy breathing, he looked around; he found that he was lying in a room that should be a hospital bed, with a little drip on his left hand, and the hospital gown and the bed sheet under him were soaked with a lot of sweat.

Next to his hospital bed was an old man sitting, reading a book using i-pen.

"Your metabolism is really fast. It's only two hours after the operation. You seem to have even metabolized the effect of painkillers." Seeing Liu Qiba wake up, the old man slowly put down the i-pen in his hand and said something to him.

"I...I..." Liu Qiba was about to take the other party's words, but suddenly remembered something. He immediately asked loudly, "...my family! Are they okay?"

At this moment, Liu Qiba remembered the last thing he remembered before he fell into a coma - he jumped into the air and threw a tanker truck in the direction of his home.

"It's okay, your family is safe and sound, and has been moved to a safe place." The old man replied.

"Really?" Liu Qiba asked, because he really didn't believe it, "You didn't lie to me?"

The old man understood that Liu Qiba's suspicion was understandable, so he continued: "I won't say it too carefully. Simply put... When I arrived at the scene, the group of people who came to kill you and your family had been torn to pieces by you, but because you lost your mind in the battle, even after the enemy was completely destroyed, I did not stop indiscriminately destroying it, so I immediately responded..." He paused and said again, "I jumped into the air, caught the car you threw out, and used my ability to quickly dehydrate and rise to a high altitude. Soon after, you became unconscious due to lack of oxygen. At this time, I removed my ability and caught you and handed it over to the medical staff on the scene."

The old man's tone when he said this passage was very calm and organized. Liu Qiba felt that the other party had not lie because if he really wanted to make up, he would not make up such content.

"Uh...thank you." Liu Qiba thought for a few seconds and continued, "By the way, I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Bad Levins." Bard responded, "I was a retired civil servant who had no position not long ago, but I have recently become an alternate guard, so I will be your superior." He said, and glanced at Liu Qiba's slow bandage hand, "Considering that you are injured all over and hurt wherever you touch, I won't shake your hands."

"Oh! It turns out to be the sir! Hiss--" Liu Qiba instinctively wanted to salute, but his shoulders hurt so hard that he grinned.

"Okay, young man, don't be polite at this time." Bud said, put away the i-pen in his hand and stood up. "I'm mainly here just to wait for you to wake up and tell you the situation so that you can rest assured... After all, someone else told you the words just now, you may not believe it immediately."

"Thank you, sir!" The next second, Liu Qiba immediately replied loudly, "Save life... No, save my whole family's kindness! I, Liu, should..."

"Okay... don't be excited." Bud seemed very calm. He interrupted the other party and continued, "It's just a simple task. Besides, I came here after receiving the order, but I was just performing my duties. However, you must pay attention to your ability in the future, so as not to bring danger to yourself and those around you."

"Yes! Liu Qiba keeps the instructions of the superior in mind!" Liu Qiba's voice became even higher.

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A fragment of memories flashed in front of my eyes.

Liu Qiba didn't know whether this was considered a so-called "revolving lantern".

That year, he was twenty-six years old, a soldier in the Federal Army's capable combat unit; he had a wife, one year younger than him, and a daughter who was still in her infancy.

Infighting among senior federal officials has always been frequent. Grassroots soldiers like Liu Qiba who are stationed in Crystal County will inevitably offend a certain force during the process of carrying out their missions. Therefore, it is not safe to be his family.

Coupled with the side effects of Liu Qiba's "power of anger", he could not control it well before he was thirty-five years old, and it also put his family under tremendous pressure.

Finally, a few years later, his wife divorced him, and two more years later, remarried. Now, the ex-wife and him have almost become friends. And the daughter, who can only meet every weekend, is now sixteen years old, and is at the age of the most wanting to get rid of her parents in her life.

To some extent, in recent years, compared with his family, Liu Qiba has had more contact with the Bard family.

When it comes to the festival, Bad will invite Liu Qiba to his house for dinner, because Bad also knows that Liu Qiba's parents died early and he will not be able to go to his ex-wife's house to celebrate the festival. If Bad doesn't invite him, he will only be alone at home to drink.

Bad is different from Liu Qiba. He has a big family. Although Bad's wife has passed away, Bad has a lot of descendants. Every time during the holidays, a whole family gathers together. For him, multiple Liu Qiba is just adding a pair of chopsticks.

However, many times, it may be of little help to one person, but it may be of great significance to another person.

This is the case in the friendship between Bard and Liu Qiba; such as the life-saving grace that year, and the New Year’s Eve dinners and Thanksgiving dinners many years later...

Bard may not care much, but Liu Qiba has always remembered and was grateful. Even though Liu Qiba has become a guard officer of the same level as Bard, in his heart, Bard has always been his most respected senior and benefactor.

Unfortunately... at the end, he couldn't save Jade.

Not only can he not save the other party, but now he is afraid of his own life.

The black energy released by Zi Lin was unprecedented in Liu Qiba; Liu Qiba's super high physical strength when his ability was activated, the defense of the energy on the surface, and the extraordinary self-healing power... became useless in front of the black light.

After the attack passed, Liu Qiba's wound not only did not heal, but also gradually eroded towards his body. The energy in his body was also slowly disappearing by the black wound. Soon, let alone the energy, he could not even use his strength.

He looked at the scenery in front of him and knew that he had begun to fall; the violent emotions also quietly faded, indicating that his ability had also failed...

"As a result, I still couldn't do anything, I couldn't protect anything, I couldn't keep anything..." Liu Qiba cried when he read this sentence in his heart.

Zilin's opponent made him feel desperate; but Liu Qiba was not crying for his defeat and death, but sad for his powerlessness and the kindness that he could not repay until the end.

"Don't touch him!"

On the other hand, when Liu Qiba fell, Shimura shouted at Pang Haoye who was about to come over to pick him up.

Pang Haoye is a person of particularity. He has seen that Liu Qiba is about to die, and he is in a comrade-in-law. He doesn't want to see the other party fall from the air and fall to pieces, and fall into a decent death.

However, Shimura's reminder also makes sense: "Can't you see that the black thing may spread to others?"

He was right, there was indeed that possibility...

As a result, Liu Qiba fell heavily to the ground, broke his neck and died on the spot.

Pang Haoye, Michelle and Xiwen's expressions became less beautiful, and they... obviously had lost their fighting spirit.

Only Shimura was left, and he still did not give up on fighting.

Bang--

At this moment, more than ten meters away, another body suddenly fell from a high altitude and hit a car parked on the side of the road, smashing the car to pieces. Fortunately, there was no one in the car.

Everyone was not attracted by the movement, because they all knew... Tappe's body fell down now.

Zilin also ignored the situation there, walked out of the pit slowly, and said, "Seven people, there are four left now, I think enough...what do you think?"

There were three people who lowered their heads and stopped talking.

However, Shimura actually sneered at this moment.

"Ha...hehehe..." His laughter revealed a momentum that seemed to be in a sure way. "I think it's enough too..." He paused for two seconds. "According to my original idea, just 'one' is enough. Unfortunately, Tappe was just pulled into the sky, and Bud was broken by you, so it made me difficult for me to do it... But now, with Liu Qiba, plus Tappe, I have the corpses of two top-level abilities around me... Do you know what that means?"

Zilin shrugged: "I know, but I don't want to interrupt your performance, so...you keep going."

"Hmph! I won't make you laugh right away!" At this point, Shimura had already activated his ability - "Soul Descend".

The effect of this superpower is very simple and has not changed since the paper level, that is, "sacrificing fresh human corpses and summoning a heroic soul that can fight for Shimura in a short time."

The strength of the heroic soul summoned by the soul is only related to the quantity and quality of the sacrifice, and has nothing to do with Shimura's ability level. That is to say... the difference between the paper-level Shimura and the crazy-level Shimura is only his own physical strength and energy level, and the effect of their abilities is always the same.

But even so, Shimura still worked diligently to train himself to the mad level. After all, those with mad level abilities are more resistant to fighting and their aging speed will slow down.

And the way he practiced to the crazy level... is nothing more, it is because he uses it more and more times.

Shimura was originally a person who was careless of human life. Behind his random abuse and killing others, there was also some motivation to exercise his abilities.

Of course, in this process, he also did a lot of experiments to understand the various characteristics of "soul descending".

First of all, to summon heroes, you must use a "fresh corpse", that is, it has just died. How long does this "short corpse" last? There is no particularly accurate time, but it is usually about thirty minutes. After this time, even if the corpse is frozen and the anti-corrosion work is done, it will not be used as a sacrifice as if it is alive.

Secondly, the strength of the summoned heroes mainly depends on the "quality" of the sacrifice, and the quantity is a relatively minor condition.

For example, if you sacrifice an ordinary adult, you can summon a heroic soul with a combat capability of reaching the level of a special forces soldier. However, if you sacrifice ten such ordinary people, you will not be ten times more powerful than a special forces soldier. At most, you will become a stronger special forces soldier...

If you continue to increase the quantity without increasing the quality, the intensity increase ratio will not have any leap; it is very likely that a corpse of a thousand ordinary persons will be sacrificed, and only one heroic soul can be summoned by a level-level ability.

However, if there is a single level of ability among these thousand people, a strong hero may be summoned at once.

In addition, when the heroic soul summoned is a capable person, its ability is also related to the ability of the sacrifice. For example, if you sacrifice a rank-level ability person, the ability is to create flames, then in the end, a heroic soul summoned by a strong ability person, the ability is to create magma; and when a plural sacrifice is offered, the situation will be more complicated, a bit like a certain "unlimited fusion", full of unknown possibilities.

However... this ability naturally has weaknesses.

First, there can only be one heroic soul at the same time, and even Shimura himself cannot dispel it before the time when the heroic soul exists. Of course, if the heroic soul is "beaten to ashes" or Shimura himself dies, the heroic soul should disappear immediately.

Secondly, used corpses can no longer be used (sacrifice will not physically consume corpses, so from a certain perspective, what is needed is not corpses, but "souls"). Even if it takes less than thirty minutes, the same corpse cannot be used as a sacrifice.

Third, although the heroic soul does not need to rely on Shimura's physical strength and energy to maintain its activity, the "summoning" action itself consumes a lot of physical energy. Shimura has experimented and summoning twice in an hour is his limit.

At the moment, Shimura doesn't have to consider the second and third weaknesses, because he used both Liu Qiba and Tape's corpses at once.

Zilin's strength is indeed beyond his imagination, but Shimura is confident and has the fierce ability of "power of rage", and the "big transformation" ability, Tappe, who is also fierce... Using two corpses of this mass, you can definitely summon an unprecedented powerful heroic soul.

You should know that the only time Shimura used the corpse of a vicious-level ability to launch a soul subduction, he summoned a crazy-level heroic soul much stronger than himself. Moreover, the sacrifice he used at that time was just a capable person who had just stepped into the threshold of vicious-level ability.

This time, he used two guards.

Even if the legendary "god-level" existence appears, Shimura will not find it strange.

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At the same time, the tea banquet headquarters and the conference room.

Crowze was sitting there, waiting leisurely for the pot of coffee he ordered.

It naturally takes some time to make a pot of good coffee. For organizations like tea banquets, the people invited by the kitchen will never be bad, so... they started making it by grinding coffee beans, and it hasn't started cooking yet.

Crowze didn't talk to these "juniors" at the conference table, he felt he couldn't speak; others didn't talk to him because they were all paying attention to the battle situation outside.

Although they couldn't see the situation outside, most of them still guessed that the situation might not be good for them...

It is clear that it is common sense to fight against multiple guards with their own strength, but they should be killed instantly, but they waited for so long and the battle was not over yet, and none of the guards rushed in to save people... This is probably a bad sign.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Crowze let out a slander of obvious confusion and a little surprised thought.

His reflection quickly attracted the attention of the whole table.

Just as everyone was looking at it, Mao Feng on the side also made an unusual move: he stood up from his seat tremblingly and staggered back to the wall, as if he was instinctively away from something terrible...

"Then...what is that?" Mao Feng's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear. He turned his head dullly, looked at Crowze, and asked such a question without any beginning or end.

"Although you shouldn't ask me this question, I do know the answer..." When I replied, Crowze had regained his usual calmness, and he said, "In fact, I may know better than Shimura Daisuke himself who summoned 'that guy'..."

"What are you talking about?" Muhammad also asked at this time. Although he could not sense the situation outside, he undoubtedly discovered that something was happening at this moment that was enough to surprise Clauze.

"Shimura seemed to have summoned a very troublesome guy with his ability." Crowze responded first, and then said to himself in a thoughtful tone, "Speaking of it... What level did 'that guy' reach when he died... I died earlier than him... He paused for a moment, frowned slightly, "Zi Lin won't die, right... I'm going to settle the score with me that day." At this point, he showed a late-minded expression, "Hey? I seem to be in danger too..."
Chapter completed!