【Fire Burial】Resonance

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exhausted.The heavy exhaustion pressed down irresistibly, and the mourner's flowing movements suddenly froze, and the butcher immediately caught the flaw.The gunslinger dodged the swung ax with a sliding step, leaving a corner of his coat on the other side of the axe.three.five. ... ten.Damn, how much more?

No, the undertaker reconfirmed the status quo, four o'clock and seven o'clock.A wizard team leader, two light armored guards, and a butcher.guard.the Avengers.Sniper infantry.It was brilliant - hilarious, huh?

this is not me.The mourner bit his lip, recalled a little clarity, and rolled half a circle on the spot protecting the gun.The weapon of the light armored soldier narrowly missed his right arm.Shielding it, Undertaker tried to keep his composure, shielding those—

"Is anyone alive?"

isolation.

"I'm not a novice. Have you seen mercenaries?"

exclude.

"My employer? They're not that famous, but they're interesting."

erase.

"Really. Really." Yanke said, "You think you can do it?"

Mourners vomit blood that smells of rust.Yanke was condescending, his gaze was like staring at a dead object. "Stupid, overreaching. Not even qualified to be my whetstone." Yanke's legs stepped on his chest, compressing his ribs bit by bit.The Undertaker's throat-slitting fingers trembled at his side, preparing a counterattack.The battle-tested mercenary quickly raised his other foot and stepped on his right hand.

Heel swivel.

Sakota let out a dry hiss.

"You think you can trap me with this method?" Yanke bowed his waist, the origin stone on his face gleamed on the blade, "You know, this is not the first time I have broken out of the siege."

The mourner was lying on his back, and suddenly let out a low laugh.An irrational, unfamiliar reaction, he thought, that didn't belong to him.It's a symptom of being out of control, but it's clearly working right now.The sense of oppression hesitantly eased for a second.At the same time, Sakota quickly stretched out his left hand and twisted the warlock's neck.

Click.Misalignment of bones.The corpse fell limply.

Yan Ke's face disappeared.

Undertakers lay in the rubble.The butt shattered.ID badges buried in the mud.He tried to move his fingers to signal for help, and the sharp pain instantly squeezed out all the oxygen in his chest.Sakota's cheeks were stained with blood and sweat, his vision was hazy, and his mind was dizzy, with a sliver of clarity hanging from the pain.

The medical operator arrived quickly, and the black skirt hung down in front of him.Dr. Sarkaz knelt down and moved closer to him. "Can you hear me, Mr. Undertaker?"

He moved his lips and coughed out a mouthful of blood.The executor has five years of combat experience and has completed thousands of commissions, and has never been in such a predicament like today.Smoke and dust flew up and choked into his throat.The ground shook, and the hunter's footsteps approached from afar.

The mourner's finger bones were broken, and he couldn't use his strength, so he only struggled to shake the tail of Shining's hair when he fell to the ground.

"Please don't let her..." He said hoarsely, and then his mind, which was still alive, lost control and sank into the deep sea, "...don't let her come here."

"The Undertaker!" Volper Warrior rushed towards here, almost screaming loudly, "The Undertaker!!"

Seeing this, the former director of the Rhine Life Defense Department resolutely put the shield behind his back and picked up the unconscious sniper.

"Here is for you." She gestured to Sarkaz, "I will take him to retreat first."

The mourners fell into a grotesque illusion.He wasn't completely unconscious, he just couldn't open his eyes.Scattered images flashed across the darkness.Serena looked solemn.Amiya talks to Kelsey.The roses that bloomed and the cigarette butts that were discarded at will.Who is Hongyun arguing with?

"This is wrong."

Voices came from everywhere.The Undertaker is not sure if this is from the resonance or the spiritual perception of the guide.A large amount of information poured in, and Sakota's brain was like a processor that over-received information, and it was inevitable that it would temporarily lose its ability to analyze intelligence.

"I disagree……"

"But there is no precedent for this..."

"It must be lifted, no matter what method is used—"

"Unreasonable—"

"...There are too few, we can't find—"

"Damn spiritual link, damn mercenary..."

"This is venting anger..."

"Ugh……"

"Calm down, we all need time—"

"Try blocking..."

"I thought that was the job of a guide."

"Enough!" With a muffled bang, the heavy object fell to the ground.The dense discussions stopped suddenly, and Hong Yun's voice came up clearly, "You are killing him, that thing will kill him sooner or later!"

It's not so much a vocal cord vibration as it is a tsunami.

The spiritual power of the mourner was violently impacted by the wave, and it collapsed and scattered away.His body twitched uneasily, trying to grab his thoughts back.The interfering sound was powerful and quickly occupied all his senses, making him lose the strength to struggle.The pain that almost torn the soul shot through the spine like lightning.Death's sickle hung above his neck, ready to take away his body temperature and heartbeat in an instant.

The indicator light of the medical instrument was brightly lit, and a long beam of light swirled across the wall.A shrill siren ended the dispute.The people in the room looked up, and on the scarlet screen, all the values ​​representing the vital signs of the mourners were falling precipitously.

The air freezes.

"Everyone get out!" Serena was the first to react and ordered sternly, "Get out of here!"

Hong Yun was stunned, as if being poured on the ground.

"Get out!" Sereya set up her shield and roared with unprecedented fury, "immediately!"

"We don't have much information at hand."

Warfarin slapped a stack of paper documents on the table, surrounded by multiple electronic display screens.

"Guide," Kelsey said, "has the ability to calm the emotions of Sentinels, to feel and influence the emotions of others. Likewise, to be easily influenced by the emotions of others."

"I think this is the key." But Lucille fell into the office chair, and the hinge creaked twice, "The Undertaker lacks the ability to empathize, and his thinking mode determines that he cannot combine the emotions he receives with the concrete Separate the information."

"What does this mean?" Mo Yao asked timidly, "Sorry, I don't understand..."

"The undertaker doesn't have the ability to guide as a guide, and he can't handle the sentinel's emotions. He can't understand, digest, and can only feel passively. As a guide, he is on the passive side in this spiritual link." Kelsey supported it with his hands On his forehead, pressing between his brows in distress, "The result is what it is today—he was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable emotional flow."

"In short, the spiritual link is equivalent to a virus plug-in full of uncertainty for him." Warfarin smiled wryly, "He is right."

Hong Yun was dazed and dragged out of the room by Yan Ke.The hunter was dripping with cold sweat, half leaning against the wall with a pale face.

"What's wrong?" she murmured. "What happened?"

"You're so excited, Sentinel," Flame said.

The noun made the Volpo froze abruptly, staring at him in disbelief, "Are you talking about—"

"You're a sentinel. I'm not so dull that I can't even smell the smell of the same kind." Yanke raised one leg, with the sole of his foot against the wall, and a pile of cigarette butts gathered on the surrounding ground, "Your mood swings hurt him."

"But, but—" she argued palely, "he and I didn't—"

"Of course not, he is still my guide." Yan Ke said calmly.

The door to the medical room remained closed.

"I don't understand you."

"I think you understand." The mercenary said coldly, "And you plan to fool me."

"I didn't." The Undertaker dismissed his accusation.

Sarkaz jumped down from the high platform and went straight to Sakota in white.He pressed on every step of the way until he had nowhere to go and the Undertaker had nowhere to retreat.

The Lateran's back touched the hard concrete.Yan Ke extinguished the cigarette on the damaged porch pillar, rubbing a black stain.

In the sunlight, Sarkaz's fangs gleamed menacingly.

"—Then don't look at my brain, executive officer."

"So, what we are going to discuss now is how to unlock this so-called "spiritual link"?" Lucille swayed her legs on the chair.

"Uninstall the plugin," Warfarin said, "if that's your thing."

"Well, I feel like a surgeon who's been dragged to the obstetrics department." Lucille circled a line and tossed her pen away. "So is there anything we can do now?"

"Be your obstetrician." Kelsey tapped the stack of papers and said sarcastically, "Go and find out whether they are a spiritual union or a physical union."

"..."

"..."

But Lucille looked like she had just swallowed a liter of unstable plasma.

"...well. well," she muttered, "now let's hope our dear angel doesn't have an affair with a demon."