MTL - I Like This Dream!-Chapter 9

A big bird with red eyes hovered in the sky, making piercing calls from time to time. It raised its head, moved its throat like regurgitating cud, and spit out a mouthful of mucus with a "croak".

"Back away!" Kai shouted.

Rowan swore at the reins, and his horseman reared up, narrowly dodging the goo. The yellow-brown dirt smashed into the ground, making a sizzling sound, easily corroding the fallen leaves, and burning a deep pit on the ground.

"Array, listen to my slogan, do it again!" The patrol captain took the lead, shouted, and threw a spear at the big bird. The bird dodged the spear point, but a few feathers were poked off, and it croaked even more fiercely.

For the previous half hour, they had been using various methods to irritate the rotting stork, making it stay focused on attacking instead of taking advantage of the loopholes to escape. More than half an hour passed, and the morale of the members of the patrol team was much lower than before. Fortunately, a rotting stork's physical strength is also limited. The more it uses its talent, the less chance it has to escape.

"rise!"

Following this order, the team members occupying important nodes activated their abilities at the same time. The water column, the fire column, the wind blade and the light column shot up into the sky at the same time, blocking the rotten stork's circled path. The flat-haired animal that was turning around was tired by its heavy body, and fell off a big part unexpectedly. The physically strengthened captain jumped off his horse, the spear in his hand ready to go.

However, at this moment, the rotten stork suddenly opened its mouth. It skipped the pre-retching action, and directly sprayed out a mouthful of acid—it actually held the acid in its mouth, endured the corrosion and set up a trap! Kai's pupils contracted suddenly, and the acid was rushing towards her face, and it was about to fall on her head.

brush! A shield flew up into the air, crashing into the acid. It made a teeth-piercing rotten sound, and flew towards the rotting stork all the way. The rotting stork frantically flapped its wings, barely dodging the spinning shield, but let its body fall a little further. This height is not high enough for ordinary people to touch it. It only takes one breath to stabilize and fly back into the air. Unfortunately, it has no chance.

A figure was faster than a bird. He jumped into the air, holding a big sword, and the point of the sword was facing the belly of the bird. At the lowest point of the rotting stork's fall, the iron sword split open the belly of the bird, and blood spurted out. The next second that person landed steadily, the corpse of the rotting stork also fell to the ground.

"Nice job, Chris!"

The team members cheered and drove their horses closer one by one. Chris wiped the blood off his cheeks with the back of his hand, and stood there watching someone walk towards the dead bird and dig out the crystal nuclei.

"Thank you." Kai stood up and nodded approvingly, "You saved my life."

Chris smiled back. Before he had time to say anything, Rowan had already screamed: "Your sword! Isn't the blood of the rotting stork non-corrosive?"

Only half of the iron sword in Chris's hand was left, and the front part of the sword melted like a sugar cube soaked in hot water. "Accidentally cut the acid sac." Chris dropped the sword regretfully and explained.

"You're too risky." Rowan frowned, "You have removed all the armor, what if you are sprayed by acid?"

"If I don't untie the armor, I can't jump so high." Chris shook his head, "And I have calculated the approximate position, even if it is splashed, it will not be fatal."

"But your face will be scarred!" Luo Wen said distressedly.

"Okay, everyone!" Kai clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to be quiet, "Our mission has been completed! Next, everyone involved will have a day off, and the corpses and crystal cores of the rotting storks must be handed over, but this month is over everyone You can get an extra reward!"

The patrol team cheered and dispersed. They gathered together in twos and threes to discuss the process of killing the rotting stork just now, and they all had something to talk about for a long time to come.

Since the end of the last big beast tide, Aibo Li City has not seen a strange beast for at least seven years. The alien beasts were blocked dozens of miles away by the Tibes defense line, and none of them could threaten the citizens of Aiboli. Compared with the threat of alien beasts far away in the sky, for the patrol team, dealing with human conflicts is a daily task.

Chris volunteered to clean up the carcass of the rotting stork. The bird with two wings and two legs needs to be carried by two people. He drew out his dagger and quickly disposed of the acid sac and packed the body away.

Kai wrapped the crystal nucleus dug out by the team members with a cloth, frowning at its size. She squatted down and opened the bird's beak to look at it, and touched her chin in confusion.

"This bird is only three years old?" Chris noticed sharply. "It grows so fast."

"The crystal nucleus is too big, it shouldn't be a three-year-old rotting stork." Kai shook his head, "Forget it, let the person in the robe worry about it."

"I really don't know how this bird came here." Rowan asked another person who stayed behind. That was Chris's problem too, and he strained his ears to listen as he cleaned up.

"Maybe the head crashed and flew in the wrong direction, who knows." Kay replied absently.

"But Captain, I saw another bird," Chris added.

"You better not see it," Kay sighed, "or they'll send us to catch another bird that's out of nowhere and we'll spend the next week on hunter's work? City thieves We should all be bonkers, we've had enough to worry about since we lost Sullivan."

Chris hesitated to speak, but Rowan made him shut up with a wink, and comforted him: "It's autumn now, so many migratory birds always fly on the wrong side, don't they? Chris, why don't I give you a new sword?" So? That iron sword of yours already has a hole, so don't feel bad about it."

"You can pick the best of the next batch of weapons," Kay said. "As a thank-you gift for today, don't refuse."

The two people present obviously didn't want Chris to pursue it. This young omega is a very good fighter, with noble character, but unfortunately he is too square and always gets into trouble, probably too deeply poisoned by knight novels. But apart from the registered knights under the command of the great nobles, how can ordinary patrol members have the confidence and qualifications to follow the knight's code.

The young man who was regarded as inflexible by his colleagues sighed secretly, so he had to show a compromising smile. He always had a bad premonition in his heart, worried that this year's Tibes defense line would encounter greater pressure than before. Winter is the season when the tibes line of defense is flooded with small beasts. Now that it is autumn, winter is not far away.

Chris really loves to worry. He always has a sense of responsibility to protect the people in his heart. This is why he overcame all difficulties to join the patrol team. The army and border guards do not accept omegas. His thoughts have drifted far away, thinking, should he write a letter...

"Chris, are you listening?"

Rowan called him, and Chris quickly showed a polite smile. Rowan is also used to Chris's reticence, so he continued to talk endlessly: "So that Sullivan is in the academy, and you know that it is difficult to find information in that place..."

"Wait, what college is Sullivan in?" Chris woke up with a start.

"You really are distracted!" Rowan yelled.

"Sorry, I might be a little tired."

Chris apologized solemnly, but Rowan was a little embarrassed. "Didn't you ask me to find out where that monster went? She was sent to St. Andrew's Seminary," he said.

"St. Andrew's Seminary?" Chris asked in disbelief. "Isn't that the best church college for the pious to enter? She wasn't judged?"

"You don't need to ask around when there is a public trial." Rowan said, "Probably some important person wants her to be useful. She is the last Sullivan after all."

"No matter what her identity is, she killed people the same!" Chris frowned, "All laws stipulate that killing pays for life, not to mention the hundreds of dead, and even a considerable number of them are related to her. "

"What era do you live in, paladin?" Rowan laughed and said, "She is a powerful alpha aristocrat, who kills either civilians, or useless old, weak, sick, and omega. If anyone is alive, Maybe she will insist on pursuing her responsibility, but Sullivan will leave her alone? Is it necessary to pursue the responsibility of the remaining one for a group of dead people? I guess if it is really sent to the capital for trial, His Majesty the King would like to let her live, Better hurry up and have a bunch of little Sullivans."

"Evil is evil, and it's right not because you've been pampered." Chris said with a sullen face.

"Okay, that's wrong." Rowan prevaricated, "Perhaps the people from the church sent her to the academy for reformation."

Rowan didn't care whether that guy was influenced or not. Compared with the fate of people he didn't know, he wanted to know which big shot was involved, bypassing the king's ruling, and pardoning if he said so. But it's best not to pursue it, the more you pursue it, the faster you die. He was already tired of this topic, if it wasn't for Chris being a handsome and powerful omega, he wouldn't bother to talk about such an elm head.

Brain or not, Chris is not stupid. He sensed the impatience of the other party, and swallowed the rebuttal on his lips.

Chris doesn't think the Sullivan murderer will be converted or repented. The Sullivan tragedy was the first major event he had encountered since he joined the patrol force, and it surpassed what others had seen and heard for several years. That night is still fresh in his mind, how to express that shock? Chris met an angel who strayed into the night, and his beautiful smile made people creepy. She fell asleep in his arms, as soft and light as a precious cat, but she had single-handedly brewed a horrific tragedy. Chris walked through the manor with the little devil in his arms, and the manor was littered with charred corpses.

The body inside is also your victim? He had questioned her once.

The devil smiled, brimming with unmistakable joy.

How could such a monster repent? Chris's heart sank, and he secretly made up his mind to add an important item to his schedule.