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They have too few people who can fight, and they cannot effectively stop the monsters outside. Some people must stay with them and face the monsters outside together.

Sheila's action undoubtedly inspired other people. Starting from Sheila, one after another stepped forward and joined the action.

"I'll stay. My injuries are relatively minor and I can still fight. Let the others go first."

An Iron Guard with a broken arm offered to stay.

"I have combat experience and can join in," said a nurse.

"I'm going too. I don't have many friends and family, and others need a chance to survive even more."

"........"

This is a battle that is destined to end in death, but someone always needs to make a sacrifice. It's not that they don't fear death, but if there is something more frightening than death, they will face it bravely.

Looking at those determined eyes, the old Silver Mane Iron Guard felt as if something was pressing on his heart, and he barely controlled his tears from flowing out.

These people are the proud children of Beloberg.

The old Iron Guard took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "You are all great. We firmly believe that Beloberg will always stand firm!"

"Come with us, take up your weapons, those damn monsters are coming."

"Everyone else, take the wounded and move quickly!"

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Taking the gun from the old Iron Guard, Sheila skillfully prepared it, which made the Iron Guard believe that this brave doctor did not lie to him and that she really had the ability to fight.

"Sheila, I remember that's her name. You're so young and beautiful, why don't you go with them?"

Facing the impending enemy, the old Iron Guard became calm instead. He looked at Shera in front of him. She didn't seem much older than his daughter, but now she had to stay with them and fight together. This made him sigh.

Perhaps he wanted to reassure people before the battle and not scare the seemingly weak doctor Sheila, or perhaps because Sheila was too young, the old iron guard wanted to take care of her, so he started to bring up some topics.

Xuela smiled at the old guard with a carefree smile, her face full of calmness towards death: "So what if I'm young and beautiful? I'm a doctor, so I naturally have to put other people's lives first."

"Aren't you worried about your family being sad?"

"As for me, I'm an orphan. The person who adopted me died a long time ago. My only family left is my sister." Sheila lowered her eyebrows, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in her eyes, as if the lively Xi'er appeared before her. "If Beloberg falls, then her future will be gone too. I must fight for her."

"Before I left, I entrusted her to my best friend. Now it seems like there's one more person I have to take care of. She might curse me behind my back."

The old iron guard exhaled a breath of hot air: "I think that anyone who can make friends with a girl like you would not do that."

"I think so too."

Sheila nodded, then raised her gun and shot a frost crystal creature flying towards them. "Old man, be careful, the enemy is coming."

"Haha, I'm lucky to be able to fight with a brave man like you until the last moment."

The old Iron Guard immediately threw himself into the battle with the monsters. He was an excellent warrior and fired cannonballs at the opposite side, stirring up flames and thick smoke among the monsters.

Sheila threw herself into the battle with full concentration. She was like a sharpshooter. Every bullet she fired could be accurately aimed at the monster's vital points, and then the monster died with a scream.

When she had a chance to catch her breath, she would move her legs and use the remaining bandages to provide emergency treatment to other fallen soldiers so that they could continue fighting.

The platinum hair shuttled through the battlefield, blending with the white snow, yet standing out particularly, as if an elf from the snow country had descended.

As time passed, Sheila's face was gradually stained with dust and blood. She breathed slightly, blocked Zaiying's weapon with the body of her gun, then twisted her body, fell to one side, and raised her gun to shoot it.

"Hu, hu, hu."

Sheila wiped the stains off her face with her hands. Just as she was about to continue fighting, she felt a heat current coming from behind her and heard the exclamations of her other comrades.

She turned her head and saw the oppressive body of the Flame of the Extraterrestrial Universe suspended in the sky. The flames condensed into active and unstable explosive fireballs in its hands. The rising heat made Sheila's face a little hot.

In a short moment, a huge fireball of outer space flames would fall from above her head, and the intense violence and high temperature would be enough to kill her countless times.

At this distance, she couldn't escape its attack range at all. After all, she was just an ordinary person and didn't have the powerful fighting ability of others.

Otherwise she would have cut this big guy into pieces right now.

Facing the impending death, Sheila did not feel any fear, as such an emotion would never appear in Wanxiang.

If you are not afraid, then what should you do?

Then, laugh.

Sheila raised her gun and pointed it at the giant, with the corners of her mouth raised in mockery of it.

砰

The bullet flew out of Sheila's gun, and at the same time, a fireball of outer space flames fell towards her.

Boom boom boom! ! !

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"elder sister!"

Xier woke up from her sleep, gasping for breath like a drowning person.

Cold sweat soaked her pajamas and sheets, which were made by her sister. She used to feel a special sense of security when sleeping on them, which made her sleep very peacefully. But today, she did not sleep well. On the contrary, she had a particularly terrifying nightmare.

In the dream, her beloved sister was walking in front of her. Whenever Xier wanted to run over and hold her hand, she would find that the distance between her and her sister did not shrink, but on the contrary, it became bigger.

At the end of the dream, when Xier called her sister's name, her sister just turned her head, smiled as gently as always, and spoke to her.

"Stop chasing me, Xi'er."

She covered her heart with her hands, and her violently beating heart reflected Xier's uneasy mood.

She didn't know what was going on with this situation, it seemed to be telling her something bad.

But Xier hoped that this was an illusion, just an ordinary nightmare. Everyone has nightmares sometimes, and she was just too worried about her sister. Well, it must be like this!

Xier convinced herself in this way.

She pursed her lips, feeling that her favorite bed was so uncomfortable.

So she got up and left her room without even taking her pillow.

"Xier, why did you come out?"

Natasha, who was working all night, was a little surprised to see Xier who couldn't sleep. After she could not go to the battlefield with Sheila, Sheila asked her to take care of Xier because she was too young and always needed someone to take care of her.

But Natasha didn't want that person to be her. She was just taking care of Xier on her behalf. The one who could take care of Xier could only be her only and most beloved sister, who was also her best friend.

Natasha went forward and tried to show some concern for Xier, but Xier pushed her away and she went into Sheila's room without looking back.

Looking at Xier closing the door, Natasha's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and finally she retracted it. She returned to her original seat, looked at the small clinic where she had left every trace of her, and sighed slowly.

Sheila, when will you be able to come back?

In Sheila's room.

Xier rolled over and over in Sheila's bed, hoping that the scent of her sister above her could help her fall asleep.

She curled up into a ball, as if she was back to the day when she fell ill in the alley and her sister took her home.

She kept repeating her sister's name in her heart.

Sister, you promised Xier that you would come back to find Xier, right?

Xier gradually fell asleep, but she still slept uneasily. A tear slid down from the corner of her eye and dripped onto the pillow, forming a water stain.

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First blood, next chapter Prince.

Volume 120: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : A Glimpse of the Star God, Sprouts After the Snowstorm

The wind and snow were howling. Under the sky of snow and white, Prince's figure was so small. The strong wind blew the corners of his clothes, condensing a layer of frost on them. His limbs felt stiffer than ever before, and he had difficulty walking on the snow.

Although Prince has rich experience in snow, he cannot stop for a moment in this merciless snow. If he is not careful, he will lose his life.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that he was very far away from Beloberg.

He carefully avoided the wandering monsters, went deep into them, and found his destination.

Prince leaned against a cold stone to rest for a while, his eyes revealing deep fatigue, and every breath he exhaled turned into mist in the air.

"Ha~ It's really cold, cough cough."

The biting cold was almost making him lose consciousness, and the clothes on his body were as hard as ice. Prince felt that in a while, all the tissues in his body might be frostbitten and necrotic.

But fortunately, there is no need to move forward.

He looked into the distance and saw that the narrow, scar-like crack that looked like a wound in the sky was constantly swallowing up all kinds of monsters, such as the Deep Frost Wanderer, the Shadow of the Erosion... They were all heading towards Beloberg, and because of this, they would not notice Prince, a tiny human.

This is the place with the highest degree of erosion in the Rift. Even if people who go deep into here are not swallowed by the wind and snow, the erosion will mean that Prince will never be able to return.

But Prince had no intention of going back.

He took out a long iron tool from the backpack behind him. Next, it would bring an unparalleled surprise to the star core.

Prince turned on the switch and the device started to operate, floating in front of him. The iron leaves protecting the device unfolded one by one and then rotated around. The amber-like substance inside was gradually heating up. Prince experienced the long-lost warmth in the last moments of his life.

Sitting on the ground, he was too weak to stand up. He pulled down his hood, and his gray hair swayed in the wind, illuminating his face with warm light.

Under his glasses, Prince smiled as he watched the increasingly bright device

In fact, it stands to reason that this small device cannot quell this cold disaster. At most, it can suppress smaller or newly formed cracks. As for the huge crack that is like a scar across the sky, no matter how talented Shiluwa is, he cannot do it.

But what if this little thing is just a medium, and something else is really at work?

In this vast universe, the power of will cannot be underestimated.

What do you think is beyond the sky? Could there really be life and stories out there that we don't know about? I think that would be amazing.

The children gathered together to play and have fun. When they were tired, they sat down and talked about whether there really were endless fantasies above the sky.

【Come on, if you can hold on, you must survive! 】

The doctors are fighting against the ferocious disease and snatching lives from the god of death in this smokeless battlefield. They work together and no difficulties can knock them down.

[Beloberg is behind us. We will fight to the last moment and never retreat!]

The Silvermane Iron Guards raised their weapons, their iron will driving them forward, the snow beneath their feet trembling with their footsteps, charging towards the terrifying monsters, fighting to protect their homes.

[People of Beloberg, fight for your homeland! ]

The wise leader stood in front of everyone and shouted, calling on his people to take a step forward and contribute their light to the survival of civilization.

The inheritance of dreams, the existence of body and soul, the continuation of civilization.

Human will is not small, and when the will of all people comes together, the gods will also look down upon them.

Old friend, isn’t this light beautiful?

That great being never stopped wielding the giant hammer in his hand. Every swing would cause ripples in the sea of stars, and endless lives would be sheltered under his protection.

The flame burning in the cold was small but extremely bright, attracting the glance of the gods.

The supreme divine consciousness within the universe watches every corner, silently records memories worth remembering, and then places the collected treasures in His palace.

In an unknown space, an existence whose face could not be seen smiled faintly, and thousands of images exchanged on his face.

Another part returned to his body, and the messenger of joy savored this wonderful journey, then raised his hand to pluck the thread of fate, leading the future to an unknown direction.

His friends laughed and joked beside him, clapping and praising from time to time, and were extremely satisfied with this unparalleled performance.

He hooked his arm around his shoulder and asked him where they should go next to find joy.

After a dazzling beam of light rose above the snowy plain, the relentless wind and snow stopped abruptly, and light and warmth returned to the land.

The warriors were surprised to find that the monsters on the opposite side screamed one after another, and the weak frost crystal creatures turned directly into points of light and disappeared in front of them.

The ice spikes that were strong enough to penetrate the soldiers' flesh, the flames that could burn people to ashes, and the energy that restrained their movements, at this moment, caused minimal damage to them.

The wound no longer hurts and even begins to heal. It feels like infinite power is surging in your body, your movements are more agile, and your intuition will tell you where you can kill the enemy.

This miraculous and unbelievable thing is happening to everyone on the front line. The originally ferocious monster tide was forcibly stopped, and then the powerful warriors counterattacked and regained their lost homes.

Jeppard didn't know why such an incomprehensible scene happened, but his wisdom and intuition as a soldier told him that victory in this unprecedented defense of Beloberg was a done deal.

"Warriors, let us drive these damn monsters out of our home!"

Jeppard jumped high and slammed the shield in his hand to the ground. Icicles appeared on the ground and the huge impact hit the weakened monsters. They were knocked into the air and then disappeared.

His bravery further aroused the morale of the soldiers, and they vented the anger that had been suppressed for so many days on the monster, taking the blame for their dead comrades.

And in the distance is Beloberg.

Cocolia, who was working in her office, stopped writing, looked out the window, and remained silent for a long time.