Chapter 354

I wanted to ask Himeko for the coordinates.

One look, and sure enough, there's no signal.

"Fly back?"

"Damn!"

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing?!"

"Dulin, Eribas, I'm counting on you."

Lv Shu smiles bitterly.

Little Dulin: "Leave it to me."

Little Eribas: "Don't worry, Master."

Life and blood are Little Eribas's domain; she can convert life force by devouring blood, so she is naturally clear about where there is a massive life signal.

And Dulin?

He has slept on the snow mountain for 500 years, so he isn't afraid of the cold at all.

=￣ω￣=

"Master, 45 degrees to the front right, 50 miles away, there is life that is constantly decreasing."

Little Eribas suddenly says.

"Oh, Dulin, turn."

"Roar roar!"

Eribas actually left one thing unsaid.

Among those constantly dying 'life forms', she also felt something very strange, some… hmm, it seems like a somewhat familiar aura.

Perhaps it's just an illusion?

……

Silvermane Guard Restricted Zone.

On the vast, wind-swept snowfield, a mature woman with gray hair draped over her shoulders stands tall.

Although her beautiful hair is frozen and shining like silver threads.

Her eyes are sharper than the sunlight on the snowfield, flickering with a courageous light.

In front of her.

Emerging from the rift, these are completely different from the previous rift 'humanoid monsters'.

According to the records in the museum's "Biological Atlas", these creatures should be lions.

But their tails are scorpions.

Manticore might be more appropriate.

The mature woman is wearing a white top that clings to her skin, like a touch of purity in the vast snow.

Below her waist, a deep blue skirt flutters violently in the gale.

The hem of the skirt is elegant and dazzling.

A blue corsage is pinned to her chest, shining like a blooming sapphire.

She is wearing a pair of over-the-knee high boots.

Dark-colored tights with a rich texture cling to the beautiful, smooth lines of her legs.

She grips an incredibly sharp silver gun in her hand, and with every 'bang-bang' sound of shooting, she precisely and fiercely snipes at the rift monsters rushing madly toward them.

She moves with ease amidst the hail of bullets.

Her every gesture is heroic and spirited.

Like a peony blooming in the cold wind, tough and proud.

Also like a rose in the ice and snow, beautiful and unyielding.

It is none other than the commander of the Silvermane Guards, 'Bronya'.

"Everyone, hold the battle formation!"

"Shield-bearers, block in front."

"Spearmen, after the first wave of recoil, look for gaps to attack!"

"Musketeers in the back, one round of sweeping fire to take out the lead monsters."

What is called 'iron-blooded tenderness', what is called 'devising strategies'.

This is it!

Boom boom boom!!

Accompanied by the violent rumbling of the earth, one Manticore after another rushes over.

100 meters.

50 meters.

30 meters.

"Musketeers, fire!"

Muskets are loaded.

'Bang bang bang', shells wrapped in fire elements cut through the cold wind and explode on the Manticores.

Bang!

Fire elements explode, and as they attach, many armor plates are blown away.

20 meters.

"Shield-bearers, brace!!"

"Hah!"

Following Bronya's sharp shout, the shield-bearers in the front row erupt with the power of 'Preservation' in unison.

The shields vibrate violently, wrapped in an amber halo.

Their right arms tightly grip their spears.

10 meters.

5 meters.

1 meter.

0!

The Rift Manticores crash into the shields with a 'bang bang bang', the counter-attack force of Preservation leaving them dizzy.

Taking this opportunity, the shield-bearers' right arm muscles tense, and they thrust their gripped spears forward with force.

Thud thud thud!!

A burst of fierce and powerful thrusts.

If these guys were carbon-based organisms, they would have been pierced with a hundred thousand holes by now.

Unfortunately, they are a group of silicon-based life forms.

Even so, their hard shells are still pierced by the Preservation-wrapped spear tips, creating cracks.

And they are spreading at an extremely fast speed.

The 'shield-bearers' are all big guys favored by Preservation.

Because they have to hold a large shield in one hand and a huge spear in the other.

Small people can't hold it at all.

Shield-bearers are very strong.

If they catch a wave of opportunity, you're dead.

But there are weaknesses; you can't counter-attack continuously after the recoil, do you think this is like a game?

It consumes a lot of physical strength.

At this time, the spearmen in the back are needed.

After a round of recoil + thrusts, the rushing Rift Manticores have their momentum curbed, their bodies tilting and falling to the side.

The spearmen take the opportunity, wrapped in the power of 'Destruction', and unleash another round of fierce thrusts.

Specifically stabbing at the cracks.

Thud thud thud!

【Bang.】

Under the collision of fire and ice, one Rift Manticore after another is shattered.