Port Skarro, the first residential area, Master Wu Auditorium.

Master Wu is a master from southern Tainan. In the era of great destruction, the term master represents a being with great power like a god. Master Wu has another identity in the Western Continent, that is, the Lord of Justice.

This god with ever-changing appearances saved the flailing fire of civilization in the middle of the Age of Destruction, keeping this small flame from extinguishing.

At the end of the great destruction, this being with the power of a god left this world - he seemed to be an existence chasing hope, and had been saving all the innocent people who needed to be saved. Therefore, Master Wu's Auditorium has always been in Dongtu

Be protected, and sometimes someone can even get inspiration from it.

Song Guo came here with two teammates from her group. Before they arrived, the tower's messenger had contacted the master of Wu Fuzi Hall. He greeted Song Guo and her teammates calmly.

"If there was no notification from the tower, I wouldn't know that something bad was going to happen. You can go up to the training tower, which has the best shooting position." The old man said while looking at the pine cone, and his gaze attracted

Pinecone's curiosity: "Sir, you've been looking at me, what's wrong?"

"...Nothing, I just feel that you are somewhat similar to an old friend of mine." The old man sighed at this point: "I haven't seen this old friend for a long time. Sorry, I seem to be still living in the past.

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"...I'm leaving first, Your Excellency." Song Guo blinked, and then led her teammates to run towards the wooden door leading to the training tower.

The red-haired girl following Song Guo was a little curious: "Sister Song Guo, does he know your father?"

"My father has never left his hometown." Song Guo answered as he walked on the steps.

But... do you really know my mother, Your Excellency, do you really know the woman whom my father calls a witch, who is feared and alienated from her?

Song Guo wants to know the answer, but she is afraid of the answer because her mother has been dead for many years and because the relationship between father and daughter has finally been restored.

Arriving at the top floor of the training tower, preliminary preparations have been completed, including curtains, bulletproof panels, and prefabricated shooting positions.

The dwarf girl carrying four integrated military rocket launchers leaned the tubes behind her against the wall. She lifted the curtain and saw the large square in the distance: "If those guys really want to do something, the Autumn Festival

The crowd is the best target for sacrifice.”

"This is why the Chief asked us to come here. When necessary, we must disperse the crowd or shoot high-value targets." Song Guo put the gun box behind him on the ground, opened the lid and began to assemble it.

Her precision sniper rifle - this is the new gun Mars applied for her after that night's battle.

The 24-inch long barrel and electromagnetic-driven firing system automatically measure wind speed, wind deflection and temperature difference, and provide the accurate landing point directly in the sight.

Song Guo's squirrel teammates were assembling her marksman rifle, and her secondary shooter was also a squirrel marksman who shined that night, with a confirmed target of twenty-seven people.

Squirrels are generally weak, and they are always the kind of children who get bullied, but there are always one or two brave ones among them.

·Team Curie is online, Sister Pinecone, we are on the water tower on your left, the straight-line distance is 725.

·The Snow Pheasant Team is online, Pinecone, we are on the 19th floor of the Xingfu Building on your right, you should be able to see us.

Listening to the communication from the cooperation team leader in the system, Song Guo set up his gun and looked at the straw statue in the square that would be burned in six days... Distance 2109.

·This is the Pinecone Team, I'm already in position.

………………

That's your child.

Watching the three young children running into the wooden door and listening to their footsteps running on the wooden steps, a smile gradually appeared on the old hall master's face.

Our original swordsmanship was said to be the weakest in a hundred years. We struggled and worked hard, but in the end everyone died and scattered, and the old ones got old. The instructor looked at us pitifully and sent us

The first session was directly disbanded... I thought the tower recasting was just a rumor among the Tainan people, but I shouldn't question my mentor's words.

Behold, our successors are back again, young like us and like you.

That is your flesh and blood, Gray Velvet, your daughter has grown up and walked on your path.

The old church leader turned and walked towards his living room, which was a small room deep in the church. He pushed open the wooden door, went to the wall and pulled the wall lamp.

The floor in front of him parted, and a table rose up, covered with various weapons and firearms.

The old man came to the table and pulled out the dagger from its sheath. Its style was simple, but its edge was as good as new.

He took out the pistol from the holster and pulled the slide. The yellow bullets were quietly waiting for the owner's call, and the smell of gun oil spread into the old man's nasal cavity.

Picking up the old-fashioned semi-automatic rifle from the gun stand, the old man poured the bullets out of the ammunition box on the table and pressed them into the magazine one by one.

Twenty rounds were quickly loaded. He raised the gun, pulled the trigger, smiled at the perfectly maintained empty chamber, and loaded the magazine.

The old man pushed the rocker and lifted the machine out of the wall. He pushed the empty magazine under the machine, and then poured the bullets into the entrance above the machine.

The transparent fully automatic bullet pressing machine in the middle starts to work. The bullets are arranged one by one, and a file will flatten their warheads; below it, a bladed carving knife will carve cross marks on the warheads; and the third

In this process, there will be squeeze-in pinholes to squeeze the sacred oil into the cross indentations.

Returning to the table, the old man pulled out the dagger and placed it on the second machine. It would help its owner change the blade of the dagger into a jagged shape, and then apply sacred sesame oil. This sacred hunting needs to be perfect.

weapons.

The pistol was dismantled, and the new parts were found by the old man. The long holster with sacred mottos engraved on the outside, the reinforced silver spring, the golden-tipped firing pin, and the pistol bullets were poured into a bowl full of oil. There were small

Small mechanical bodies are bathing them.

After reloading the pistol, the old man took a look at the photo frame next to the table. In the photos inside, he was sitting or standing there with his teammates. There were strong high-hoofed people who died in order to keep more people alive.

There is a strong dwarf who fell into the abyss to save everyone; there is a house elf who pretended to be mature and died on a rioting dock to protect his comrades.

He also saw a gray-haired squirrel girl standing next to him and smiling.

In the end, I was the only one left.

The old man picked up the badge in the recess of the table, turned it over, and then put a micro battery into the storage compartment.

"Who else... remembers that I was also a lamp holder."
Chapter completed!