"The system can be exhausted, and the transmission channel cannot be maintained."

"Please prepare the host, the channel... is about to collapse."

"Please find...high-energy substances as soon as possible...to recharge the system..."

The intermittent electronic synthesizing sound ended in Chen Fei's ears. The space channel that was originally as deep as night was covered with bizarre colors of light. Then, it shattered into countless fine sand and disappeared. Chen Fei had only had time to spread his innate true energy all over his body, as if he was pulled by millions of invisible tentacles, and he fell into the darkness with the ice coffin.

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The Krantya Empire, the northeastern province of Denmo.

A gorgeous convoy slowly advanced towards the direction of the Wind Screaming Castle, and tall warriors equipped with steel armor were guarding every defense point of the convoy. The cold wind like an ice blade in Danmoxing Province did not change the expressions of these warriors at all, stiff and cold, as if they were carvings of dwarf masters, full of rough male charm.

A magnificent middle-aged man walked at the front of the convoy. Unlike other soldiers in the convoy, he only wore a chest-protecting half-body armor, exposing his bulging muscles in the cold wind that splashed water into ice. The dense scars seemed to be showing off his master's military achievements. His tough face was unshaven but not at all. His short dark golden hair stood up like a steel needle, adding a bit of unruly temperament. A giant axe blade with an exaggerated shape behind him was dark red, as if he had just drunk blood.

The mercenaries walking in Danmo will never be unfamiliar with this giant axe, because it represents the majesty of the uncrowned king of the Danmo mercenary world, and the majesty of defending with blood and killing.

Mad Lion - Rolander!

A golden powerful man with the monster scarlet rage lion as a transformed object of fighting energy!

The only last brave man who still has the courage to wear armor in the battle in times of crisis!

The King of Mercenaries.

He hammered the giant axe on the ground with his backhand, and cracks were smashed from the hard frozen soil. Roland spitted without caring at all. His dark yellow pupils stared at the air in front of him and asked lightly: "How about it, have you found the camp we left for the last training session? Suha." His voice was rough but extremely calm, like the cold wind of Danmo, which was very different from the reckless and brainless image in the rumors. But the soldiers who stopped behind him were not surprised - if the mad lion was really as stupid as the rumored, the legend of the King of Mercenaries had already come to an end, and only the members of the group knew what kind of personality the leader of his own group was.

Calm but courage is also not lacking in the hearts of a businessman and the persistence of a knight. Such a contradictory person attracted countless people to follow him and create one legendary story after another.

After a faint ripples, a slender figure in black leather armor appeared in the empty place, with slender eyes as thin as snakes, and three daggers tied to her legs. Her breath was erratic, cold and smooth as if it was a poisonous snake in the forest. At this moment, she was deeply helpless: "Well, boss, I'm looking for it, but I think we should change the place. There is a strange guy lying on that place now, which is not suitable for us to go now, after all, Miss Linda..."

It seemed as if he had heard some taboo noun. Roland, who was originally calm and calm, flashed a look of panic on his face. His thick right arm seemed to penetrate the space and appeared directly in front of Suha. He covered the latter's mouth hard. The golden powerful man's skills were completely leaky. After a while, Roland, who found that there was no abnormality, breathed a sigh of relief. Suha, who glared fiercely and smiled bitterly, said: "Don't you know that the name can't be called casually? Especially at this time!"

"Uncle Roland, can you even dare to call it a name?" The crisp voice was filled with a smile, as beautiful as the laughter of an angel in the legend, but Roland's famous mad lion was panicked and turned around stiffly. A strange smile appeared on his firm face, and he stammered: "What name, hahaha, you must have heard it wrong little Linda."

"Is that so?" The delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and a pair of pure eyes staring at the smirking of the two people with a look of doubt. Roland and Suha's hearts were also hung up, but the girl seemed to be convinced by Roland's statement. Her eyes bent and she showed a bright smile, but the words she said instantly made the expressions on Roland and Suha's faces who had just breathed a sigh of relief instantly frozen.

"Then hurry up and hurry up, Uncle Roland, I can't wait to see the strange guy that Brother Suha said."

Looking blankly at the girl's figure leaving like a colorful butterfly, Roland's face was dull.

..here we go again..

...It's the seventh time in these three days...

..God, forgive me, take this young lady away...

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The Crazy Lion Mercenary Group has always had a tradition of training in various dangerous areas. Whether it is the hot desert, the jungle where monsters appear from time to time, or the cold frozen plateau of Danmohang Province, they have been conquered by them, leaving the claw marks of the Crazy Lion Mercenary Group. In order to avoid possible snow collapses, the training ground of the Crazy Lion Mercenary Group is located under a prominent cliff. Although two or three years have passed, the traces of the camp at that time can still be seen. The broken targets are neatly arranged in a row, and there are several on

There were still a few arrows left on the surface. A roaring lion-like logo was portrayed on the ground in the center of the site, emitting a faint scarlet light. A threatening aura drove away the surrounding beasts - solidifying the magic circle and dispersing the beasts. This is also one of the main reasons why the training ground of the Mad Lion Mercenary Group can still maintain its original appearance in the wild. Although the cost is so high that some small mercenary groups can't afford it, the Mad Lion still stubbornly maintains this style, which has not changed for more than 20 years.

"Brother Suha, where is that interesting guy? I can't find it." The crisp girl's voice was curious. The girl named Linda looked at the empty venue in front of her and asked with some distress. Suha's slender body appeared behind Linda, pointing the direction to the girl with a wry smile, looking in the direction. In the corner of the training ground, a simple figure in blood-stained gray clothes was sitting on a stone, and a huge ice-blue object was placed on her knees. On her firm face, a pair of quiet eyes looked over plainly, with a peaceful smell like a wise man.

It’s Chen Fei!
Chapter completed!