When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"Well, there's nothing wrong with liking small ones, but I'm sorry to say more, even in troubled times... If your hobby is like this, Master Sword Saint, although there's nothing wrong with it, but... If you can, it's best to ask for this. Is the child's opinion better?"

"Using strong, it really doesn't fit your identity..."

When the warriors said that, although Yong Ye was fortunate at first, no one in this world would arrest him with superb martial arts because of such a thing, otherwise he would be thrown into prison directly.

However, even if he won't be sent to the police station, he still feels that he should defend himself, otherwise his reputation will be directly ruined for this child, and he will be put on a perverted lo*ic*n hat.

"I said... don't listen to the wind is the rain, okay? In fact, I just..."

"You said just now that you... will be responsible for others... right?"

Before Yong Ye could finish speaking, Wuming looked at him uneasily and timidly, and inserted his words.

"...Even if I am an uncle with depth and connotation, but...sometimes, I seem to be a little excited, Miss Anonymous."

Facing the slander, Yong Ye couldn't help lowering his head, with a gloomy face, and turned to Wuming.

"Ask, hate it~ It's just a joke, so what are you serious about? Uncle with depth and connotation..."

At this time, Wuming also felt that he was joking a bit too much, took a few steps back, smiled flatly and distanced himself, and waved his hands to hope that he would calm down.

"Who's the uncle? You bastard, I'm just... only?... How old am I?"

Halfway through the words, Yong Ye's words suddenly got stuck. He suddenly found that he couldn't remember his age. No... To be precise, his memory was a little confusing.

Ever since he obtained the Sword Saint inheritance, at night, he would have dreams from time to time.

It is not an ordinary dream that will be forgotten after one night, but a dream that is very real, like a dream experienced in person.

Although it was all about the dream of battle, there were quite a lot of pictures. In the dream, the concept of time was blurred. One night, it seemed like a year had passed, which caused his memories to be mixed with others.

Gradually, the memory became more and more, not only the martial arts became more and more sophisticated, but also the personality was affected and changed to a certain extent. Now... it seems that he has forgotten his age.

"Uncle, don't you get dementia at such a young age?"

Seeing that Yong Ye didn't speak for a long time, Wuming couldn't help bending down, tilting his head and looking down at his head from below, trying hard, trying to recall Yong Ye of his age.

"...Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with a child like you. I'm a little tired. I'm going to rest. Goodbye."

He couldn't figure it out, Yong Ye was not obsessed with this question, and he still couldn't figure it out after thinking hard, so he simply gave up thinking in this area. Anyway...his reputation wasn't that great.

And what he said made Wuming a little concerned.

"Is there really no problem? Uncle?"

"Don't worry about superfluous things."

Shaking his head gently, Yong Ye turned around, without stopping because of the nameless words, he walked towards the innermost samurai cordon outside the armored iron city car without stopping.

And at this time...

The samurai guarding the distance suddenly pointed to the glass on the outer wall of the station and shouted in horror.

"Ka, Kabane! Kabane is here!"

Looking along the samurai's fingers, through the lighting glass on the wall of the station, everyone can see that on the high mountain next to the station, several red waves are approaching at high speed.

Yong Ye snatched the monocular of the samurai aside and aimed the lens at the crimson wave.

In the camera... all of them lowered their bodies, their backs were parallel to the ground, and they were waving their limbs indiscriminately, which was different from the swaying and slow marching in the past, rushing towards the station at the speed of a normal person's running.

Roughly estimated, this number... I just saw it, at least there are thousands, and the ones I haven't seen keep coming from behind the mountain, and there are more.

A large-scale Kabane attack was detected, and the Iron Fortress was urgently activated.

Several huge exhaust outlets spewed a large amount of white steam, and issued a whistle sound of "woooooooo~~!", and the long and huge body slowly moved forward.

Although Yong Ye also wants to be like other ordinary people, he will directly board the Iron City, but... the station still needs to be guarded for a while, otherwise he will rush directly to the Iron City, and no one will be able to escape.

Chapter Fifteen I Envy You

"Little devil, get in the car first, you can see that you must be very tired, right?"

Yong Ye, who was about to get into the car, saw Kabane attacking. After scolding inwardly, he glanced at Wuming who was staring at him suspiciously, and waved his hand to expel her.

Then they walked back to the two teams, one half-squatting and the other standing upright and holding their steam guns behind them.

"Huh~? Still an inexplicably responsible uncle?"

"There is so much nonsense. Could it be that I read it wrong? Actually, you are not tired at all. Are you going to stay here with me?"

Yong Ye glanced at Wuming without raising his eyelids. Although she was holding on, Yong Ye could also see that the child's words and deeds gradually became a little obtuse. It looked like herself. The state of using the fatal blow twice in a row, so it is not difficult for Yongye to guess that she is tired from fighting Kabane.

"No, no, I'll leave it to you, uncle. I quite believe in your strength, uncle. Come on, don't die."

"...I won't die if you die."

Without looking at Wuming, who was probably encouraging himself from the side, Yongye stared at the rapidly approaching scarlet wave, his mind was basically all on this group of Kabane.

If it is said that Jia Tiecheng can't start smoothly, then even him, it is impossible to kill a **** path in such a wave of corpses. In this situation, he can't be distracted.

Wuming saw that Yongye's attention was all on the body of the corpse tide, so he didn't say anything, just glanced at him for the last time, followed the last wave of the crowd neatly, and boarded the armored iron that was protected by the warriors behind him. city.

After a while, Kabane's vanguard had already rushed over, and some Kabane, with the help of the momentum and height difference from the mountain, flew like frogs to the lighting glass on the wall.

It was fine at first, but it didn't take long for the thick glass to be unable to withstand the more and more impacts, resulting in cobweb-like cracks.

next moment...

ding-ding-!

Glass shattered.

With a little bit of light shining and glass fragments flying all over the sky, Kabane rushed over in groups.

"The six senses are pure!"

The warriors collectively shouted the six senses of purity, which is a Buddhist metaphor for "no longer any desire", and began to pull the trigger to shoot in sections, temporarily repulsing the Kabane, knocking them flying, and flying upside down to the ground behind.

At the beginning, the continuous firepower of this segmented attack was considered intensive, but the number of Kabbahs was more, and they couldn’t be killed. When they fell, they could get up again. From time to time, a Kabbah far faster than the average Kabbah appeared. Kabane, who was inside, broke through the firepower net and rushed towards the samurai who were lined up to attack.

And at this time, it happened to be Yong Ye's working hours.

"...Go back to hell."

Before Kabane opened his mouth wide and bit on the samurai, he rushed forward one step ahead, with the horizontal knife in front, so that Kabane was cut off by the sharp samurai sword because of its own momentum.