Own People

Sabbath died in battle.

As the frontline commander of Lost Paradise, he has shouldered the most frontal pressure in the past six years.

To put it bluntly, without the Sabbath, Paradise Lost would not have been able to survive these six years. The director and others would not have been able to escape for such a long time even if they had a sublight speed spacecraft.

Even the overall battle plan for Lost Paradise was formulated by Sabbath. The director is more like a logistics manager, helping Sabbath coordinate various resources.

Even he fell in this war.

In the five-person group, this is the second time someone has died.

The amnesiac went on a mission to the Brave New World and was killed.

Sabbath died on the battlefield.

Even though he is very difficult to deal with on weekdays, No. 1 can't help but feel like a rabbit is dead and a fox is sad.

After Number 1 finished speaking, the guard calmly asked,

"The Prophet is to the rebels what the Master is to Paradise Lost."

No. 1 saw an acquaintance and said hello.

"Why hasn't this dead person been buried yet? Be careful of pretending to be a corpse!"

Once the distance exceeds five meters, No. 1 will be like hitting a wall of air, making it difficult to move forward.

No. 1's eyes flashed and he asked,

Beside him, the watcher who had been following him spoke,

"No. 1, why do you insist on seeing the Sabbath with your own eyes?"

Obviously, No. 1's insult to the Prophet was not harmful or insulting to the watchers.

"Remember your mission."

"It's so dead"

He lay quietly in an iron coffin, which was probably temporarily cut from a cannonball, and was covered with a flag bearing the symbol of Paradise Lost.

"So, you lose."

Number 1 stared at Sabbath's pale, dead face, and even poked it a few times with his finger.

However, the watchman underestimated No. 1's bottom line.

"My ability is to guard. When the ability is activated, the person being guarded cannot be too far away from me."

Peace talks have begun, the two sides have reached a tacit truce, and the spacecraft is moving forward very quickly.

"Damn it, foreign war is an outsider, but civil war is an expert, right?"

The mourning hall was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

For the first time, a smile appeared on the watcher's face. It was the smile that belonged to the winner.

They can be regarded as weakened versions of superheroes. They appear on the battlefield and can play a tactical role, but it is difficult to affect the strategy.

Rested on the Sabbath.

"Code name: Watcher, No. 1. I am responsible for taking you back to the headquarters, where we will negotiate the surrender of Paradise Lost."

Number 1 said confidently,

"Look what you said, when have I ever messed up? I'm number one!"

The watcher ignored the other party and controlled the spacecraft to return to the ground battlefield first.

The person lying in the mourning hall was none other than Sabbath.

After completing the simple verification, the person opposite No. 1 stretched out his hand,

"Password verification passed, identity verification in progress."

Number One said disdainfully,

"I suspect that the prophet's ability is not prophecy but brainwashing, turning you all into idiots."

The smell of decay on Sabbath was unmistakable to No. 1.

Number 1 sighed, returned to the caretaker obediently, and said to himself,

"The more this is like this, the more people doubt the authenticity of this world. How can a good person awaken superpowers? It doesn't make sense! Have our resistance forces done any research in this area? If not, I can

Be responsible, all the projects I am responsible for in Lost Paradise have the highest rate of return."

"Look, the elders and Sabbath still have feelings for each other, so I think it's okay for these enemies to have a good relationship."

Soon, a spaceship found him, and the rebels arrived.

Number 1 continues to output,

"Is there any problem with your memory? No, this is not a matter of memory at all. This is a matter of historical values. You know, there is nothing in history that cannot function without any one person. There is no such thing as this

Nothing can be done without a prophet. Your ideological consciousness is deeply poisoned by personal heroism."

"Are you Luden or a dog of the Prophet? Do you do whatever he asks you to do?"

The guard was unmoved and replied seriously,

As the veteran of Lost Paradise, No. 1 lives in Lost Paradise, and his daily work and life are like talking, commonly known as the stress monster.

But to confirm with your own eyes that Sabbath is really dead.

Most of the first batch of old people in Lost Paradise died in this war.

However, it is very suitable for the watcher to keep an eye on No. 1.

As for the price of the ability, of course the watcher didn't say it, and No. 1 couldn't find out.

Paradise Lost is so big that it has all kinds of roads.

He was just following orders.

"Yes."

This sentence severely hit No. 1's arrogance.

He experimented and found that he really couldn't leave the other party too far!

In less than half an hour, they landed.

The director repeated,

"Seven days! At least seven days! If you can't complete the task, don't come back alive."

As said on Saturday, the influence of those with awakened abilities on the entire battle situation is very weak.

Number One insisted on coming here not to delay time.

"How did you awaken? What do you think is the principle of awakening? Why are there no awakened people in our Lost Paradise?"

The watchers won't get angry over such trivial matters.

When No. 1 saw that the other party didn't answer, he started to try.

Even the dead man lying in the coffin seemed to have a smile on his lips.

The guard's face was cold and he said bluntly,

"It's just ahead."

"This ability is really enviable."

According to No. 1's request, before returning to the resistance headquarters, he had to go to a place to see a corpse.

If Paradise Lost is all this kind of thing, wake up? What a fart!

Number 1 raised his eyebrows and asked disdainfully, "Do I have to answer this question?"

At least those Ludens won't treat people like dogs.

This is also the first time No. 1 has seen the Sabbath in the past few years.

The watcher led No. 1 through the broken defense line and came to a simple mourning hall.

The magician lost half of his body during the war, and his left arm and eye were replaced with mechanical prostheses.

A transvestite Ludden whispered,

Number 1 had so many questions that the watcher was too lazy to answer them.

Number 1 kicked the iron coffin, making a clanging sound, and turned around to leave angrily.

Suddenly, No. 1 felt that Paradise Lost was quite good.

He didn't bother to talk to the elders and jabbed,

"Someday I will build a circus, and I will definitely leave a seat for you as a clown."

If you don’t do anything yourself and put pressure on your teammates like crazy, I will get most of the credit, and I will take the blame immediately if you have the blame.
To be continued...