. "...The weather is really clear! In the novel, on the eve of the war, aren't it always accompanied by lead-gray sky and biting cold wind? Alas..."

Under the blue sky, the magnificent snowy plateau, and the tense soldiers of the two armies are now bathing in the brilliant sunshine. But for Feili, it is more appropriate to use the word "flooding".

So, he held the boat's side with one hand, squinted his eyes, and talked to himself habitually. While putting on sunglasses and applying sunscreen, he found a straw hat from there, staring at the dirt and holes on it, thinking about whether to use it first.

Generally speaking, otaku is a dark creature that is disgusting with light. He lives in the room all year round, and most of them have different degrees of nocturnal tendencies. The magician in a black robe is also a dark creature with a high degree of light disgusting with light. He likes to drill into the cellars and attics in the quiet night to do some strange research. As for vampires... they are even more of the dark creatures that die in the light. They have to sleep in the coffin during the day and only come out for a walk at night.

Even if some powerful vampires are not afraid of the sun, they are absolutely impossible to like them--unless this guy is a masochist with super M attribute... Don't be surprised, just like there are always several perverts among humans, there are some unnatural thinking in vampires.

Our protagonist is not only a useless otaku who travels through the earth, a standard dark magician who graduated from a magic college, but also a boyfriend of two female vampires. He sleeps in the coffin with his girlfriends every day. Based on the principle of "a husband and wife" and his homes are at the same level as the living dead...

Therefore, for this guy with a high-ranking home, it is also a pain to be too good, and bathing in the sun for a long time has become a sin. Unfortunately, due to his profession, he may have to work outdoors during the day for a long time... When he thinks of this, his head hurts even more.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Feili gasped slightly. He walked in a messy manner on the painted oak deck, and hurriedly passed by a certain Inca messenger from time to time. He was always surprised that in this place where the air was so thin that he felt like his lungs were covered with iron plates. How could these thin guys in front of him still be able to jump around and lively?

It was like urging subordinates to speed up the progress. It didn’t require the commander to experience it personally, just send a guy with a slightly higher status and can suppress the scene. But unfortunately, except for the commander Feili, the big men on the Xiangrui number are currently very busy--even though their busy things are quite strange no matter how they look at it.

Most normally, Renee still stayed in the cab, competing with the disobedient rudder wheel; the fat lich Owo was buried in the engine room as usual. She was worried about the pile of shoddy machinery that cut corners and was always with beautiful rings and gorgeous magic to visit the Inca female officer; De Jin, a dog-headed businessman who had just escaped from the influence of the dragon crazy secret lock, locked herself in the guest room while awake, and took a look at the loss. If it was really bankrupt, it was not ruled out that this guy would swallow his gun and commit suicide, or turn himself into an undead creature to avoid debts...

A famous genius for counterfeiting, wanted criminal and famous female general, once used a cardboard fortress to deceive the half-elves of the Elves Army in the New Demon Sobrey City. She is currently temporarily appointed as the Minister of the Xiangrui Loss and Pits. At present, she is instructing a group of people and men who have jointly ripped paper money, paper men and horses, made paper clothes, paper houses and paper boats to deceive people, and also submitted wanted orders, blacklists and reward lists for adventure guilds. She resisted steel bars, three plywoods, cotton yarn, tung oil, asphalt and other things, and ran around like headless flies between the cabin and the deck, so busy that she was not stuck in the ground.

Due to the serious flaw in the design expertise and the supervisor was only thinking about how to save money, the material structure of the Xiangrui battleship was too far-fetched. With all the main guns bombarded at the same time, the powerful recoil was shocked, and the pillars and beams were all squeaking. Rivets were falling off everywhere, the walls were cracked, pipelines were damaged, and other serious mass accidents were mixed with a few screams - it was the unlucky ghost who was broken by the rivets and fragments.

Seeing the warship seemingly moaning dyingly, Al, a papermaker who never knew what it means to damage the pipe, had to rush to get on. They patched them everywhere, tied up brackets, tied up chains, dug holes and filled holes, and demolished the east and west walls. The efficiency was not necessarily high, but at least it did not worsen the situation further.

In fact, the reason why the four extremely powerful eight-inch caliber main guns on the Xiangrui can fire a round every five minutes is not that it takes so long to load shells and clean the barrel - because there is a specially modified iron golem responsible for ammunition handling and loading, the gunners in the turret are only responsible for aiming and adjusting, and it is quite easy to work - but because after each round of shelling, many broken pillars need to be replaced, as well as several cracked partitions riveted, and even broken armor... The enemy did not even shoot a single shell!

Therefore, on this broken ship that seemed to have experienced an earthquake, there was a joke that was circulating between the sailors and soldiers: at most other warships were sunk by the opponent's main artillery, and the Xiangrui, the plague god ship, was the only way to be sunk by its own main artillery...

The artillery captain who was transferred from a miner, Wahiri, an old dwarf in his 400s, was busy setting up artillery positions on the ground. The unfamiliar reconnaissance captain, Ryan Stein, was blinded by the land under his feet and had no idea how to carry out his work. He had to squeeze onto the watchtower with a pale and short-breathing subordinate, using a telescope and a rangefinder, intending to use the Inca map as a model. Make a battlefield sand table to make up for the number of battles. However, the two most fighting-oriented dark elf violent women, Isabella and Tanice, were lying on the bed with their subordinates, dying, vomiting so much that they could not recover from the altitude sickness, so naturally it was impossible to participate in this upcoming battle.

As for the actual deputy commander, the infantry commander, the red robed wizard, Fetton... This guy was just poured into a steam pot chicken by the high temperature steam leaking from the pipe breaker! Fortunately, his soul has been properly collected into a special gem. When the two great arcane masters have free time, they can patiently study how to resurrect them--Fedton's corpse has turned into a pile of meat similar to dog food. If they are resurrected directly, a terrifying human-shaped slime will be resurrected...

The nominal agent of the magic goddess, former great arcane and now the female vampire professor Rebeca, is lying in a special coffin, holding the former glory Lord, Amanatta, who fainted due to the collapse of the temple and the kingdom of God, and casting the "supposedly effective" recovery spell.

According to common sense, because of the loss of the only tool to collect faith, and no preventive measures, the sun goddess' dormancy should last for a long time, and even sleep for thousands of years like the last time the Naseril Empire was destroyed!

The Incas, who were in the crisis of existence, obviously could not accept such consequences - in this world, gods are almost equivalent to nuclear weapons to modern countries: they cannot use them normally, but they have to spend a lot of money to support them. They also like to cause personal disasters from time to time. But if they are gone, they will immediately be inferior on the international stage, no one listens to their words, and they will be bullied everywhere.

What's more, the Incas are now bullied so badly...

Therefore, with the idea of ​​being a dead horse as a living horse, the highest representative of the clergy, Manuel, gave up on himself and entrusted the unconscious Sun Goddess to Rebeca. Of course, in this private space where breasts are attached, will Rebeca, who is a lily tribe, take the opportunity to take advantage of it? Do something very yellow, ambiguous and a little wet to the holy body of the Sun Goddess... Well, it is rare to be confused, it is rare to be confused!

However, compared to the vampire female professor who suspected of defiling the goddess's chastity, there is another person on the Xiangrui who did it even more excessively...

"Haha, I killed a god, haha, I killed a god! From now on, I am the God-Slayer Holmes... No, is this title so murderous intent, or is it called the nemesis of the night? Well, this seems too implicit, and it makes people unable to understand what great contributions I, Holmes, have made..."

The only idle person on the Xiangrui, the old black dragon Holmes, who used black paint to cover up the moss in the skin, was squatting on the spacious back deck, grinning at the yellow plate teeth with a strong smell, and talking to himself foolishly. The two already small turbid eyes were narrowed to a slit, as if they were noon cat eyes. If they didn't look carefully, they would think that this was a sleeping dragon muttering in their dreams.

"By the way, it's called Ms. Ye's conquest. This name is good... Oh, which bastard dares to attack the great Sherlock Holmes... Uh, it turns out to be the Commander... Hey, why are you still ringing? My head is not a big bell!"

"You are the narcissist who knocks on!" Feili floated in the air, impatiently knocking on its head with a broom, and sneering and saying.

"I'm still conquering! Where did you conquer? If others listened, it would be strange if you didn't regard your castrated dragon as Shar's mistress! And look at you like a bear, you can't conquer that old witch even on the bed! The black woman's bottom is even more powerful than a sucking banshee. If you're an old waste, you will definitely be sucked and fucked. Uh, no, it's the part that Jackie Chan has to do!"

The bad-hearted commander knocked the old Heilong's head with the broom handle, and cursed illogically - he didn't really have any opinions on Sherlock Holmes, but just wanted to vent the arousal accumulated in his heart.

It’s like an office worker who has a bad job and goes home to scold his wife, and his wife scolds his children again, and the child has to beat the puppy. It’s just passing on psychological pressure and finding a jackpot.

However, the old black dragon with a slow thinking was not clear about this. After being scolded with such a blind eye, the guy suddenly felt a little knotted and immediately became listless.

"Then..." Sherlock Holmes asked pitifully, "What nickname should I give myself? Although it is basically luck, Ms. Ye Shar's incarnation was destroyed by me after all... It seems a bit unreasonable if I don't take a nickname to commemorate it..."

"Just call it a roller!" Feili waved carelessly, "Even the goddess can flatten it. What else can you not deal with by your deformed big **? If you lose your job in the future, you can find food in the construction team with this name!"

Roller? Sherlock Holmes imagined the meaning of this noun. Under the scorching sun like fire, he was covered with asphalt all over his body, and was pushed by several strong men, rolling around on the scorching gravel road... He couldn't help but tremble, his face covered with black lines.

"It's better to change one, sir, I don't like the construction industry."

"Then let's talk about it next time." Feiri yawned, waved her tired hand and fell back to the deck, "Oh, I almost forgot about my business after being interrupted by you!"

He kicked Holmes gently on the tail, "Get up, move on, you old bone! Stop basking in the sun lazy, take me to the bottom to supervise the battle!"

"Supervisor? Uh... I suddenly felt a little hurt in my stomach, my eyes were not very clear, and my legs and wings were cramping... Haha, after all, I was so old..."

"Go to die! You are far from pretending to be sick than those who want to live in front of me! Tell me, are you willing to jump off the boat by yourself, or let me use magic to bomb you?"

Feili, who had just vented some of her resentment, once again entered a state of rampage and madness.

Note 1: See Volume 5, Chapter 32 "The Tough Stars Shine"

ps: outside of the word count

Two days ago, I went to a few dnd forums and was immediately overwhelmed by the overwhelming bricks... Old Wang wrote something in a humorous and sarcastic tone. Is it so annoying? I think there are still many profound things in the novel... Moreover, I can't write sensational things. If you are interested, you can take a look at the article "Looking at the world with a childlike heart" in the work.

In order to fight back against the slander of the orthodox dnd, I decided to suspend the main text later and instead write a prequel of about 100,000 words for this book. The name is "The Book of Naser", which was inspired by the movie "The Ten Commandments" I just watched a few days ago.

This will be an epic literature as heavy as rocks, full of vicissitudes and sadness, and bloody. Those who are used to seeing the protagonist of the Pseudo-Lady's Smiling War, you might as well change your taste and see how the ancestors of the Pseudo-Lady struggled to survive in the dark end of the world.

Attachment: The reservation directory is for reference only. You can guess what kind of scene Lao Lao Wang wants to show? The guess is the essence!

1. Empire afterglow

2. The catastrophe is coming

Three, escape from death

Four, the place of the beginning

Five, the last great arcane

Six, patriotic

Seven, the past is like a dream

Eight, the army is in desperate situation

Nine, Sevendon's sad song

Ten, the last Netherel

Eleven, part ways

Twelve, Forever Farewell to the Old Land

Thirteen, Lixuan people

In addition: Now we are seeking the names of three great arcanes, one orc leader, and several warriors and priests. Everyone is welcome to play.
Chapter completed!