In the world of Terra, magic is not a skill worth boasting about, because there are really talented people who can make something out of nothing here, and the elite operators of Rhode Island are the best among this group of real magicians.

They can use their source stone skills to make light bent and the air shake, and they can also pull down a fired meteorite from the sky out of thin air to tell the world how much floor can a bag of rice be carried, and the price is just a magic stick inlaid with source stone

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Of course, there are also people who can perform the source stone skills without a staff, but this is limited to those infected with ore diseases. The natural disaster planted the source stone in their bodies, and the magical power accompanied by the sickle of the god of death wrapped around their souls.

Deliberately let these people hate the world so as to use the power they have gained to resist injustice.

Or bring chaos and new oppression.

But in most cases, the result of the ore disease infected person casting the spell by relying solely on the source stone crystals in his body is just a dazzling firework. He can't even burn the cotton jacket when hitting the enemy. The ornamental value is far better than the actual combat effect.

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Except for some people chosen by the world.

Looking at the green that expands in front of you as fast as the Carters runs away, the elite Rhode Island operators are in a very complicated mood. They know that the strength of the origin stone skills is related to the degree and speed of the transformation of the real world.

Therefore, it is clear how perverted the strength of the Waivan who was walking on the road not far away was.

Since the lightning in the virtual universe exploded in front of everyone's eyes, these irritable blue elves have never left their bodies so far, as if they have regarded the bodies of these Rhode Island operators as their home, rent

It is a continuous source of vitality and an unimaginable speed of self-healing.

In the eyes of the operators, the power of these blue elves is even more incredible.

Countless tiny currents spread out from Valentine's body, slowly wrapping the entire road like a fine net, and then the dark asphalt and dust on the surface of the road changed color, like the central Colombia

The fertile fields of the Great Plains are filled with dark brown fluorescence.

After the soil was formed, the blue elves disappeared, and the green and yellow buds were replaced, one after another.

Valentine, wrapped by flowers and green leaves, is like a god representing spring. Every time he goes further, green will emerge from his feet and will soon spread to the entire road, and even the ruins on both sides of the road without people.

The bright green branches and leaves also climbed up, looking like a virgin land that had not been developed for hundreds of years, and the breath of life was everywhere.

A thin branch climbed up Muffler's head, and a sky blue flower bloomed above the stunned girl Sakaz's head, just falling into the gap between the corner and hair.

It seems that these plants growing under Valentine's will have their own consciousness and know how to make these "plants" that can walk around and communicate at will to put aside their own warnings and ignore their expansion speed like plague.

"Did you...have you seen it?"

She put down the sniper staff in her hand and looked around, raised her hand and touched the flower next to her head with a confused look on her face, and her words were a little unsightly.

"Or, or am I dreaming?"

"If it was a dream, I think we were having the same dream."

Optics' voice was much calmer. He lay on the ground, holding a sniper gun, observing the surrounding environment, completely ignoring the plants crawling on his body.

The plants did not intend to disturb the sniper. They also thoughtfully grew a pile of green leaves to cover him, and gently covered him with a jungle auspicious suit.

"Well."

These words made Muffler feel a little stupid, but she still didn't want to believe her eyes.

"hat?"

She called out another person's name, the sniper who had been sticking to her post.

"How likely do you think we're going crazy together?"

The words of the hat came from the headphones, and the sound of him pressing the bullets were mixed in it.

"I understand."

Muffler lowered his head and sighed, then lay on the ground and took up his gun-shaped staff to observe the magical scene beside Valentine, his voice a little depressed.

"Recently, newcomers are getting more and more powerful. You can overcome the sweat that we elite operators have shed for so many years by relying on your talent alone..."

"The Yan people who came not long ago even compared the entire medical department, and Garville never beat her."

In Muffler's memory, she was the only one who could save the medical department from tedious examination steps to work on the island.

"Hey, that person has a very different relationship with our Director Kelsey."

The words aroused Optics' desire to chat, and he responded to the depressed Mufflers while scanning the slowly approaching integration movements.

"How many mediocre people do you think Director Kelsey knows?"

“That’s true.”

Muffler nodded.

"So, just be yourself well, talent and other things cannot be changed. Only diligence can make yourself shine."

"Anyway, I am already an elite operator, and I have a lot of wages to pay. What else can I think of? The greater my ability, the greater the responsibility. Don't just see the halo on them and not the burden on them."

Optics' words made Muffler relax a little, and she let go of the burden in her heart. She is not a jealous person, she just talks out loud and likes to complain occasionally, and the work at hand will not be delayed because of complaints.

and perfunctory.

As an old employee working in a company full of monsters and geniuses, it is normal to complain about such heavy pressure and such a harsh competitive environment.

"Thanks Optics, should I have a meal together after this mission? I heard that a new hot pot restaurant has been opened in the living area, which is a big brand from Yanguo."

"I'll ask."

Muffler, the Optics person, was still very fond of Muffler. She had the idea of ​​going further a while ago, but then she found that there was a central air conditioner opposite, which was very considerate to everyone, so she took a step back and became a buddy.

Thinking about it now, she still feels a little regretful.

If I can concentrate, I will never be single.

"Ah? You have to go."

Optics' voice was a little higher, but his attention was still on the surroundings without slacking off.

"And the captain, those integrated sports soldiers no longer move forward, it seems that the newcomers have attracted attention."

"What are we going to do?"

"Steal to the main gate."

Concise and concise.

The order Amiya gave them was to guard the stronghold and not put the enemy in, and she could not provide effective support to Valentine who went out rashly.

"Muffler, if you have the chance, help the new guys."

The only way to ask the sniper to help him is to ask him to help him.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Fast could only send blessings to him silently in his heart, hoping that this task could be completed as soon as possible without sacrifice.

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"How do you feel now?"

Jumping down from the sky is a cool way to play, but Valentine paid the price of losing her headphones, so he didn't hear the communication between the garrison teams just now, and there was only the sound of life stretching in his ears.

As if worried that his agent would be too lonely before his death, Gorgeous, who had not appeared for a long time, once again came to him and accompanied him on his last trip.

"Very good." Valentine paused and continued: "It has never been as good as it is now."

This is the power exchanged for life, but Valentine feels that he has never been so fulfilled.

Every cell and every nerve in the body are extremely relaxed, and fatigue and pain completely disappear from the body at this time, as if the whole person has returned to his infancy again, feeling the surroundings again while still having an adult body and consciousness. world.

Even if I am extremely familiar with it, the feeling brought is full of surprises.

"This is the sunrise on the horizon."

Gorgeous feather's voice appeared in Valentine's ears. He turned his head and looked at the white-haired film beside him, and took a step to the right.

In the eyes of others, Valentine, who was originally walking in the middle of the road, suddenly turned to the right, as if leaving room for an invisible person so that the two of them could walk side by side in the middle of the road together.

Today's Kaoraki did not wear strange clothes, but instead changed into a Rhode Island combat suit with the same style as Valentine. He glanced at this artificial intelligence, which is definitely worth six stars, and in his mind I remembered every bit of the communication I had with Rhode Island after joining him.

In this regard, Garcia is indeed an operator of Rhode Island.

"Your departure is very important to me, I can't wear it as casually as before."

He lowered his head and patted the heavy clothes on his body, and the Rhode Island logo on his chest trembled.

This operation was Black Ops. No one involved in the mission had anything to do with Rhode Island. Even the code on the arrow was erased, just like those Usas regular troops in the integration movement did.

But for Ghost Sailor, wearing the Rhode Island logo is not a taboo.

"Um."

Valentine nodded.

"I can hear that I'm important to you."

A small butterfly flew out of the green ruins beside the road, flapping its beautiful wings and flying around its owner twice. Valentine smiled and raised her hand, watching the butterfly stop obediently. On his index finger, he shook the tentacles on his head.

An extremely slight current flashed across its palm-sized wings.

"So you really don't think about saving me."

Valentine slowly raised her hand, and the butterfly flapped her wings and flew over her head, and finally stopped in the pink flower behind him.

The surrounding environment was completely different from when he first came here. It was covered with grass and shrubs everywhere, and bright flowers grew large tracts on the land, reminding Valentine of the new dawn of crying.
To be continued...