[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

No one knows the exact number, but judging from Crowley's stern expression and Lindell's uncomfortable reaction on the battlefield, the number of victims must have been unbelievably large.

Many years later, when the book describing the Second World War was published, Lindell was able to learn the more specific data - the number of Jews killed by the Nazis during World War II was about 600 million [1], almost One-fifth of the human population on Earth.

But at this time point, no one can tell the detailed and effective quantity. As for the method of inferring the scale of magic power from the quantity, it is even more difficult to talk about it. Lindell was able to cast a glimpse of those muddy forces that made people almost nauseated and fell into madness.

"Then, if it's really this kind of thing..."

Lindell had some doubts: "How should I solve it?"

"The principle is not very difficult. The door can be closed as it is opened, and the door of Fairy Town is the same."

Crowley said: "But the problem is that they will definitely not let us do this easily - and Aziraphale and I have not been able to provide too strong benefits, according to the rules set between heaven and hell , we can only perform a limited number of miracles in the human world."

"Even now?"

Duggan was shocked.

"Because this is your world after all, we can at most interfere with it in the form of demagogy. If everyone can open up their power consumption, it will be no different from you humans throwing bombs at each other."

Crowley said, "You don't want this to be a new battleground between heaven and hell, do you?"

This makes sense, but doesn't solve the problem.

Duggan frowned, and Lindell was thoughtful.

The inner side of the world, Fairy Township, belongs to the mysterious realm.In fact, goblins are not completely unable to go back and forth between the outside and the inside of the world. In the deep forests of the Scandinavian Peninsula in northern Europe, there are many piles of stones piled up in the shape of fortresses, which are magic passages that can accommodate a single person—— From this point of view, this kind of door that is forcibly broken through can also be closed in theory.

Even as long as enough external force is applied, without a "retainer", the tendency of the world itself to heal the wound will spontaneously destroy and close this "door".

"In other words, just destroy their magic ritual."

Aziraphale concluded: "However, it is impossible to use human beings to create weapons. To solve this problem, we must use weapons that are equipped with gods."

"And as it happens, we recently found something that was lost more than 6000 years ago..."

Cooperating with Aziraphale, Crowley stretched out his right hand towards the air in front of him, and a flaming, arm-length sword appeared in his hand.

"The sword of flame. A weapon made by God to guard the Garden of Eden. It has the power to cut space and destroy spells, but it was handed over to humans by Aziraphale at the beginning. After several twists and turns, it was only recently adopted by us Find it again."

Crowley held the hilt of the sword and stretched out his hand to smoothly pull the sword flower, so the dancing flames on the long sword followed in an arc in mid-air: "It's a pity that humans at that time couldn't completely release its power. After all, humans The amount of magic that can flow through the body is really limited."

"You want me to use this?"

Lindell took it and imitated his gestures: "But I have never learned how to use a sword."

In "Legend of King Arthur", Merlin has superb swordsmanship and is King Arthur's instructor. Unfortunately, Lindell himself has no experience in using swords. The human world is now in the era of hot weapons rampant with guns. He may use assault rifles. Also more skilled.

"As long as it can drive magic power, it's just a device to make a sword. At that time, this style was more popular. If it is made now, maybe it can be made into other shapes."

Crowley waved his hand nonchalantly: "Anyway, Heaven has already determined that this sword is lost, so they probably won't send someone to look for it, just use it as a one-time item."

There were no other magicians at the scene, and even the little Indian brother had a lot of mystical knowledge. Considering that neither Crowley nor Aziraphale could personally interfere in the human world, this sword should be handed over to Lindell for use. .The battle plan was also carried out according to this. They investigated and dealt with the core of the entire complex operation on the map. If nothing else, there should be a core hub of Hydra.

"Then the next mission location will be here."

Steve made a final decision: "This time, everyone cooperates to cover Lindell, and we must eradicate Hydra's plan!"

The key to the plan was drawing the flaming sword in mid-air, with a thoughtful expression on his face.This is a flame formed by resonating with the magic power of the atmosphere. It is said that in the world 6000 years ago, the magic power burned more fully. When holding it, it is like holding a bunch of burning wires.Today's flame sword can clearly see the blade, and the complex and dense runes are forged on the special metal texture. With Lindell's eyesight, it is temporarily impossible to identify what meanings they represent.

The activation instructions were quickly memorized—Aziraphale was in a hurry when he handed over the sword to humans, and those partial sympathies were not enough for him to teach those humans how to use it. In the end, it was used at most as an inextinguishable fire to ignite objects, and more complicated usages have never been activated in 6000 years.

"How do you feel... tense?"

Steve looked at Lindell who was trying to slash forward with a sword in one arm, and asked in a gentle voice.

"Fortunately, because I know how to use it in advance, I don't feel particularly nervous."

Lindell looked at the round shield in Steve's hand—it was a special shield forged by Howard Stark with all his efforts. It is said that the molecules that make up this substance are constantly vibrating, so they can absorb kinetic energy[2 ], to resist impact loads from the outside.Lindell didn't understand the more complicated principles, but in short, it was a very powerful defensive weapon, which was a composite result of forging technology and material science.

"why……?"

Sudden extra training is obviously not Lindell's habit. In addition, the physical fitness and personal ability of the goblin are almost constant. With experience, the real function of this kind of god-made weapon is not comparable to that of the sword. Without the release of the real function, it is useless to practice more.

"Is it out of interest?"

Lindell thought for a while, then pointed at Steve's vibrating gold round shield: "That, is it a human creation? It feels strange to touch...Humans can occasionally make such legendary things. "

"The Adventures of Rogers" has turned a page, and the protagonist is the hero with the shield, while his goblin teammate has the sword.This time, the number of participants in the battle is not very large. After all, it is only necessary to destroy the magic ceremony in the end. If the strategy of using large soldiers to suppress the situation is easy to cause the enemy's vigilance.

Bucky followed behind Steve with an assault rifle on his back, and Lindell's flaming sword was covered with a dense layer of cloth to prevent leakage of magic power before reaching the designated location.

As usual, all of them took a plane and flew to a location within a radius of five kilometers from the designated location to hide themselves, and finally walked to the destination.The terrain of the surrounding mountains is complex, it is located above the snow line, and it is winter, the snow wind blowing on the face makes people feel quite chilly.

Fortunately, the weather was not bad. If there is a snowstorm at this time, the five kilometers will become doubly difficult.

Everyone lined up silently, hiding themselves while marching in the direction indicated by the leylines.It seems that Hydra's base is not on the surface. After all, the reconnaissance plane flew over it several times without finding anything, but it is indeed beyond ordinary people's expectations to be able to dig out so many underground fortifications.

Unlike most people, Lindell was still wearing his spring and autumn training uniform, with his trousers and sleeves open and shaking in the cold wind, revealing his thin white wrists and ankles.His need for body temperature is not as sensitive as that of humans. It doesn't matter if it's a little colder or hotter. Magic power can adjust his body state. In the early years, he lived a frugal and restrained life, but now magic power is the easiest thing to get, because Dead people are everywhere on the battlefield.

"If you have time, it's good to use it for sketching and framing."

Steve stretched out his hand and drew a frame in front of his eyes, then quickly gave up: "But now is not the time to draw."

"And I feel that the scenery is also suitable for group photos."

Dugan said in agreement: "The only serious group photo we have taken together is the one when we just formed the commando team... Let's take another photo when you have time later, as a souvenir."

"I agree... No, can you be a little more serious, I am the only one observing the surrounding environment."

Bucky pulled his boots out of the snow: "When can we not talk about this kind of topic?"

"That's right, we..."

Steve took out the binoculars, but there was only a white mountain plain in his field of vision: "It should be here... but?"

Not only are there no underground buildings, there are even no above-ground buildings. The place is empty and lonely, and there are not even birds in the mountains.Although reconnaissance planes have flown over here several times, it is hard to imagine that even the naked eyes of human beings cannot detect the slightest bit when they arrive at the designated place.

But Lindell shook his head: "No, it's right in front of this."

There were faint magic fluctuations in the air, similar to some kind of optical simulation technique, Lindell circled around in place a few times, revealing sharp nails and long and narrow ears.

"Don't you need to open that sword?"

Steve asked.

"It would be a waste to compromise its function in advance, but the current situation is... I guess we shouldn't be able to sneak in quietly."

Lindell said: "The refractive magic of the outer layer is not indestructible, but once it is destroyed, the people inside will perceive it in advance and make preparations."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, which was different from the plan they had made at the beginning.Steve stared at the open space in front of him. The rough rocky surface was covered with fresh snow. It didn't look like there was any test base hidden.

He is not a magician, but a soldier.As a soldier, Steve Rogers can't use Miracle or Runes, but he wants to save the world and eradicate war more firmly than anyone else.

"Lindell, you can do the job of destroying the center of the technique by yourself, right?"

Steve spoke suddenly.

"That's the case in theory, but continuous release of magic power takes time. If it is disturbed during the process, it will be difficult to ensure that it can be completely destroyed."

The boy with golden pupils chooses his words carefully. Under the current situation, expressing himself as accurately as possible will most likely affect the overall tactical layout.

"that's enough."

Steve nodded: "Just make sure that as many soldiers as possible, including you, rush to the core block."

After receiving the combat order, Lindell took a deep breath, and the originally sharp nails were covered with a thin layer of magic power again.He slammed his arm down at a certain node in the sky that humans couldn't see, and the next second, as if a dream finally revealed reality, a group of cement repaired buildings appeared in front of him.

Bucky picked up his gun and stared at the entrance in anticipation: as the rolling shutter slowly rose, a few wendigos slobbered and staggered towards them.

This is not the first time they have seen this kind of creature. It is not difficult to guess that they are all by-products of Hydra's human experiments, but even so, it is difficult to eliminate the instinctive aversion and disgust of human beings towards cannibals.Fortunately, firearms were effective for Wendigo. The members of the Roaring Commando took up their weapons and searched for cover on the spot and rushed all the way.Steve's instructions are very efficient, not to kill this group of creatures who have no intelligence and only know to attack and devour by instinct, but to break through the blockade as much as possible and enter the lower level.

Everyone was safe and sound all the way down, but Steve kept frowning—this time was very close to the previous missions, as if they were gradually approaching the center of a spider web, But it's hard to guess what exactly awaits them there.

Almost all of the monsters stationed here are highly mutated monsters. Perhaps their predecessors were humans, but now they have only distorted shapes and souls on the verge of collapse, which is shocking.What makes people feel a little puzzled is that this base is almost completely operated by automated programs or self-discipline spells. Apart from these monsters, there are no humans stationed...

"There used to be."

Lindell interrupted Dugan's deduction, and said softly: "It's just that they all died here."

They were abandoned here, like those garrisons at other bases.Enough souls are needed to drive such a grand ceremony, and it doesn't matter whether these souls come from prisoners of war or Hydra's own troops, as long as a war is launched, it will not be counted as dead, which is equally fair to both the enemy and us.The last batch of experimental subjects who stayed here were gradually alienated into monsters lacking in mind, and finally confronted the garrison personnel here. Even if they didn't witness such a scene with their own eyes, the keen perception of the goblin was enough to feel all this.

——In the air, there is a disgusting dead air.

Hearing Lindell's explanation, everyone felt a little heavy.They have long expected that this practice is against human nature, but being psychologically prepared and witnessing it with their own eyes are still two completely different things.Dugan picked up the gun and shot Wendigo in the middle of the forehead. The other party groaned in pain and fell back with inertia, but in the end he wobbled and regained his footing, barking at DumDum Dugan. .

"Wouldn't they die if they were hit on the forehead? How did you kill this kind of thing in the first place?"

Dugan looked back in shock.

"Do you think it makes any difference if they have brains or if they don't?"

Lindell glared at him: "Aim for the heart, the heart is their heart, but a Wendigo may not have only one heart, it depends on the amount of humans they eat... Transform the flesh and soul into magic power to reside Furnace heart, this is Wendigo's way of life, you will die only if you destroy every heart!"

"It's fine for the rest of us to stay here, captain, you go to the lower floor!"

The Indian team shouted loudly: "Don't waste time in this kind of place!"

"I see!"

Steve nodded sharply and looked at Lindell and Barnes: "Then it's just like what we said in the past, the three of us will end the war together."

"Finally the classic chapter of Rogers' Adventures?"

Bucky obviously still remembered this old stalker from childhood, raised his eyebrows and teased him: "The hero of justice is about to break into the enemy's line!"

"Please, don't make fun of me at a time like this."

Steve kept walking, and the three quickly ran forward. Dugan shouted in the direction they left: "One last question! How many hearts can a Wendigo have at most?"

Lindell didn't answer, and stretched out three fingers behind him, shaking them in mid-air, and the bearded soldier spat fiercely: "Damn, the vitality is quite tenacious!"

Lindell held the flame sword in his hand, and untied the cloth cover while running. Steve ran in front of him. As long as they cooperated to carry out the mission, the chief of the Roaring Commando would always block it unconsciously. Foremost, even Lindell's own physical fitness is far superior to most humans.This point is not uncommonly complained in the Roaring Commando, but due to his outstanding combat command ability, and he is also a super soldier with four times the physical strength, this kind of maintenance does not seem too abrupt.

But it’s not just that, Lindell thought, he knew that this human being was more than that, it had nothing to do with quadruple stamina body modification or super soldiers, because he happened to have seen more scenes and knew each other longer than other teammates Just so many years to grow.

From behind, he could see the vibrating gold round shield behind his back.Howard's aesthetics are quite satisfactory. The steel-white five-pointed star is engraved in the center. It has nothing to do with mysticism, but it looks like the core of a magic circle in operation.

——The emaciated young man with asthma used the same posture to block between himself and the devil, and it has never changed over the years.The golden pupils jumped, and Lindell stared at the steel-white star lying in front of his eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword tightly.