Klein agreed and left immediately with his secret puppet.

After he left, Trainer reconnected to the spiritual link: "Tang, what's the situation of the battle? Someone on Ruin is willing to spend money to redeem people. You drive them eastward and try to catch some living things."

"Why are you telling me now?"

Tang En shouted in the spiritual link: "I'm almost at the center of the city! What? The reality ahead has strengthened? Then hurry up and bring them some surprises... I'll run over and see my feet before I just ran over and didn't look at my feet, so I'll pay attention... Prince Grove didn't come out yet? Damn, who will take the title of meritorious person if he doesn't come out yet? Why do I think something is wrong? There must be a fraud. Can he, a prince, resist me scolding him in his city? Even if his reinforcements fight with the Fsak Empire, they won't be so kind-hearted, right?"

580

Bypassing the layers of roadblocks and barbed wire, Klein carefully walked into the city from the east where only a few militias were stationed.

With the ability of the "faceless man" to control his body, he successfully crossed the gap in the eastern city wall and entered the city. He also found a hidden warehouse that had not yet been completely collapsed, opened the door, and moved all the things he had stored in Port Caesar.

Klein took a deep breath, and Enzo's appearance began to change, becoming a young man with mixed race in the South China continent.

Dawn Dontes appeared on this war-torn land and entered the city with an incompatible and decent look.

The moment I entered the city, I felt like I had arrived in another world. White mist flowed under my feet, and things five meters away were not visible clearly, and my spirituality was also isolated from the white mist, just like when I came on a boat.

"The Hunter's High Sequence Ability, the Weird Misty..."

Klein walked carefully in the city, constantly using the "massing method" to barely find a safe route. After walking for a few minutes, some shadows appeared in front of him.

Just as Klein was planning to observe whether the other party was a soldier of Roon or the Red War, he suddenly heard a faint sound of vaguely cutting through the air in his ear. Almost at the same time, the figure running ahead fell down. Only one of the unknown soldiers was penetrated by a feather arrow and the arrow force ripped his neck, and he was nailed to the ground with a piece of tissue and a cracked neck. The other arrows accurately hit the heads of the other people, and fell to the ground in a row, with the tall arrow shaft inserted into the corpse like a tombstone.

Klein was creepy, and the cane in his hand pointed him in his direction again. He walked smoothly around the bodies and walked behind the house on the other side.

As he passed by, Klein looked down instinctively, and saw that the body lying at his feet was the soldier who had hit his neck. The arrow fell from above, passed through his jaw, and pierced his throat, making his mouth unable to close, and blood flowed out like a spring.

The soldier's eyes had spread and looked at the sky without any attention, as if he had seen the trajectory of the arrow that took his life. There was blood splashing on his face, his hands and face were dirty, thin, and seemed to have blood from the Southern Continent.

"Ruen Soldier..."

Klein pursed his lips and stepped across the gradually expanding pool of blood to continue moving forward.

"Ruen soldiers were shot here...and I haven't seen bunkers or trenches yet. Is this the front line now?"

Klein restrained the uneasiness and fear in his heart. With the secret of the "winner" by his side, his luck was greatly improved. Coupled with the safe route found by the "Bao Scepter Technique", he knew that he could not have any accidents along the way - but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. Like an ordinary person who accidentally entered the battlefield, he could hardly control the urge to find a corner to hide.

Klein kept moving forward.

He seemed to be stepping on the only safe road on the entire battlefield, so he could fully appreciate the soldiers' desperate battles.

He heard the sound of trumpets and curses and roars in Ruen's words. He saw hunters appear in any corner, setting up secret traps with the "monks", or a few or dozens of people for a small team, purposefully surrounding and killing the lonely Ruen's extraordinary people.

He also saw Ruen's artillery fire exploded everything around him. These spiritual weapons of destruction were incredibly accurate with the blessing of the "arbitrators". The shells would always land accurately in front of enemies who had a short rest, turning them into blood clots and minced meat.

Does Roon really need a differential machine? Klein fell into deep thought as the fire with a hit rate of more than 90%.

He walked in the visual blind spots of both sides of the war, and everyone around him subconsciously ignored Klein's existence.

In the fog, I don’t know how many people charge, fight, and die at the same moment. The strong are cunning and good at fighting. Only the soldiers at the bottom will be pushed to death. In an instant, countless weapons should be colliding with extraordinary abilities, and arrows and bullets are shot at each other. Even the "Law" cannot completely stop the attacks of extraordinary people who are in the same sequence as themselves or even stronger.

The powerless ordinary people seem to be just here to make up the numbers. Like the extraordinary people in the low sequence, they are both military achievements and victims on both sides. They can only waving the cold weapons or guns in their hands in vain, waiting for the result of being split into pieces.

As Klein deepened, more and more figures were seen in the fog, and then the scarlet blood and a vomiting scent that made people vomit.

In small cities and streets, the fog of war divided people into many unconnected squads, and countless people crowded to kill. There was no battlefield where the nobles longed for "fight to fight, kill the enemy gorgeously, and then surrender and be captured to preserve their demeanor."

Life was pulled to an almost equal height. Wailing sounds came one after another, blood splattered on the ground of the soil, and the corpse fell heavily.

There is no good or evil, no right or wrong here, no opposition between colonists and colonized people, only the iron law that will kill the enemy when they see it.

War is the art of gathering people.

War is the furnace of all things.

TBC

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War is the harm that the people at the bottom of both sides are causing.
Chapter completed!