Chapter 411: First World Line

Lu Yizhan sat in the cafeteria for an hour at lunch with his cheeks flushed, his mind filled with the image of Dian Fang smiling softly and pursing his cigarette lips to exhale a puff of smoke, and in the afternoon when he went to the job interview, he also gave himself a simple primer, a more formal looking back, and then-

The interviewer was not Fang Dian.

Lu Yizhan could barely contain himself as he watched the big, burly interviewer slump his shoulders in disappointment and let out an inward sigh.

This interviewer was Dong Chenglong, a member of the [Crusader Army] who was tasked with attacking, armed with a pair of Pegasus Meteor Hammers that supposedly weighed one and a half tons, standing at 2.21 meters tall, his body was incredibly strong, his biceps were capable of running a horse, and he had a furious glare in his eyes, with his hair spreading out in all directions in a grand manner, just like a resonant and furious sunflower.

Trainees are not afraid of Dong Chenglong to do the instructor's training sessions, often in private spit this person is not hyperthyroidism, eyeballs stare so convex.

...... This is also too far from the square ......

Dong Chenglong nodded to Lu Yizhan, signaling for him to come forward, "I'm leading all the newcomers this year, come up and introduce yourself."

Lu Yizhan steps forward with a sad expression and introduces himself, "Hello, my name is Lu Yizhan, I'm eighteen years old, my aspirations are unknown, and I'm undergoing a transfer."

"No spirit!" Dong Chenglong commented with a frown as soon as he took a look at Lu Yizhan, who came in across his shoulders, then looked down at Lu Yizhan's file, his eyes subtly changed, and then looked back up at Lu Yizhan, who had his head hanging down.

This trainee, Lu Yizhan, had been mediocre in his previous training sessions, but there was something strange about that mediocrity.

For example, if you pass the shooting class with a score of 80, Lu Yizhan's grades are basically in the 80-85 range, and if you pass the Heretic Information Recording class with a score of 85, Lu Yizhan's grades are in the 85-90 range.

With the exception of the Actual Versus Heresy Training class, where Lu Yizhan's grade fluctuates a bit more, the rest of the subjects fluctuate in the range of five points or less.

The grades are incredibly consistent.

This year's top overall trainee is Cen Buming, already gone to the second team, and none of his grades have been as consistent, more or less.

Dong Chenglong put his hands together on the desktop and looked seriously at Lu Yizhan on the opposite side : "I see that your grades are average, but this year's written test you are the first place, full marks, two points higher than Cen Buming, who had the highest composite grade before."

Lu Yizhan scratches his head and giggles, "Lucky you instructor."

"I believe that luck can score 98 points." Dong Chenglong's eyes rounded as he flexed his fingers and tapped twice on the desktop, questioning, "Luck can get a perfect score? Put away your little bit of wisdom Lu Yizhan, why do you usually pretend to have average grades?"

"I don't suppose there's anything here at the Heresy Handling Bureau that forces you and requires you to hide?"

"No no!" Lu Yizhan quickly shook his head and waved his hands in denial.

The captains in the Heresy Disposal Bureau were all very good at what they did, so he actually had some expectation that he would be seen, and now that he was being seen through it wasn't embarrassing, and after a moment's thought, Lu Yizhan replied seriously, "But, there's no need for me to be very good at the Heresy Disposal Bureau either, is there?"

Dong Chenglong froze.

Lu Yizhan smiled, "There are already enough outstanding people, so losers like me who are just a little bit smart, have no ambition, no goals, and don't want to save the world, it's better for me to obediently be an ordinary person, and vacate the position more for people like fellow student Cen Buming, who really do have a big ideal in mind."

Dong Chenglong looked at Lu Yizhan for a long time, then lifted the big stamp next to him and stamped it on Lu Yizhan's file: "The interview was not passed."

"A detachment doesn't need ordinary people."

Dong Chenglong's tone snapped up angrily, and he slammed the table, the huge force bringing the ground to shake a little:

"Anyone who can stay in the First Unit, even if they are just a punk, must harbor the consciousness to save the world for me!"

Lu Yizhan was slapped and jumped, he used his afterglow to catch the huge [Failed] red stamp that was stamped on his file on the desktop, he sighed in his heart but also very acceptingly got up, took his file and bowed to Dong Chenglong to thank him:

"Thank you instructor for pointing that out, I'll volunteer to go to Logistics Team 3."

Dong Chenglong looked deeply at Lu Yizhan : "Only in a world where God does not exist are there ordinary people."

"In a world that can be turned upside down at any moment, there are only heretics and those who fight heretics; there are no ordinary people."

"There will come a time when you will regret your inaction, Lu Yizhan."

Lu Yizhan waved goodbye without being moved, and he thought calmly in his mind--

---Then let's wait until that day comes.

But that day came much sooner than Lu Yizhan expected.

Lu Yizhan, who was staying in the third detachment, was opening up the warehouses one by one to clear out the ones where the heretics were staying, and just after clearing out a slime-covered heretic, Lu Yizhan shrugged it off and stepped out when he saw people running through the corridors in a panic, talking loudly:

"What the heck is dried rose leaves Wa Si?!"

"None of the men who went to the second detachment have returned!"

"The large force of the Crusader Trial Army hasn't returned from the field yet, and now there's no way to rotate to the top of the three detachments!"

"Oh my God, I'm not ready for the field, we're not going to die ......"

Fear crept in among all.

Lu Yizhan, a cleaner at the Heretic Warehouse, is hastily transferred under these circumstances to a squad that has been improvised and is going to the battlefield.

There were fifty-three men in the party, seven of whom were drawn from the three branches, among them Lu Yizhan, and the man who led the party--

--It's Dong Chenglong.

The man was dressed in a bulging, muscular uniform of the Heretic Authority, and as he clasped his hands across his chest he glared angrily at everyone, giving a great sense of oppression and -

--Sense of security.

Lu Yizhan clearly heard the members of the three branches next to him stroking their hearts and breathing a long sigh of relief, "What? So it's Instructor Dong of the [Cross Judgment Army] leading the team, it's alright then."

Dong Chenglong ordered in a deep voice, "A group from the second detachment encountered a special heresy in a perfume factory, according to the message sent by Cen Buming's team before they lost contact, the heresy is some kind of gas-diffusing heresy with addictive as well as mental contamination ability, by the time they found out, the perfume heresy had already spread massively in the whole city. The perfumed heresy had already spread massively throughout the city by the time they discovered it."

"The Cen Buming team risked their lives to investigate the possibility that the cult's weaknesses might be related to something buried beneath the rose fields in front of the perfume factory, and at that point, contact between them and us was completely cut off."

Dong Chenglong's eyes rounded, "Our mission this time is threefold--"

"First, the internment of the heretic Wa Si, the dried rose leaf."

"Second, bring back the entire Second Detachment Regiment."

"Lastly, and most importantly--" Dong Chenglong roared out in a harsh voice, "No matter what happens, come back to me with all of your men alive, do you hear me? Do you hear me?

All replied loudly, "I hear you, instructor!"

Dong Chenglong's voice roared louder: "No spirit! Louder! Hear me!"

Everyone took a deep breath and hissed, "Hear that-!!!"

It was nighttime when we arrived outside the perfume factory.

The perfume factory was shrouded in a rose-colored smoke, and all of them wore breathing masks and carried more than two oxygen tanks on their backs, cautiously lurking and marching through the flower fields for fear of startling the people in the perfume factory or inhaling the weird perfume fumes.

The men of the third detachment, to which Lu Yizhan had been transferred, were charged with the easier task of not digging for heretics in the flower fields, but instead going around the perfume factory to look for the men of the second detachment's regiment who had disappeared.

It was a simple enough mission, but under Lu Yizhan's intense search, the whereabouts of the Second Detachment's regiment, as deduced from the clues he found, become increasingly strange - he realizes that the Second Detachment's regiment has most likely been captured inside the perfume factory.

Contacting Lu Yizhan about the clues he had found out about the incense paper, he began to have an ominous feeling.

These players, should not be caught in doing ...... the so-called test incense paper, right?

Lu Yizhan calmly stopped his search and used the intercom to contact Dong Chenglong, who was sheltering the heretics: "Team Dong, we are now at the entrance of the Perfume Factory's outer perimeter, and we suspect that the people of the Second Detachment may be in the basement, imprisoned by the people of the Perfume Factory, should we continue our search?"

A stern voice soon came from there, "Stop the search and wait for me."

But before Dong Chenglong's voice could fall, the sound of leather boots' unhurried footsteps came slowly from the entrance, and a man's slightly laughing voice: "It's not too good to come uninvited to someone else's factory as a guest at this late hour, is it?"

Lu Yizhan took a half-step back, alert, as he saw a writhing, limb-and-head-covered monster oozing birth fluids in the darkened entrance, respectfully carrying a kerosene lamp in its tentacles to light the man's way.

The monster carrying the lamp was wearing factory uniforms and had a sign pinned to his chest that read [Generation Director of Rose Perfume Factory].

The man's face slowly appeared in the light, his long hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail and hung down to his waist, he was properly dressed in a long black trench coat, a long black bone whip appeared in his hand at some unknown time, and his pitch-black eyes were slightly curved up in a smiling manner, in which the dim light of the kerosene lamps was seemingly reflected.

Lu Yizhan backed away cautiously while diverting the man's attention, "You're not from here either, are you? Aren't you here as a guest just like us?"

The man smiled, "Me? I'm not uninvited, I'm a guest of the factory manager."

"If I hadn't happened to pick up what Mr. Bai Liu left behind in the harbor and planted it in my rose fields, my fields wouldn't have grown such beautiful roses, and I wouldn't have been able to make such good perfume, and the factory wouldn't have been able to run."

The monster's face dripped mucus downwards, and its heated laughter became weirder and weirder: "After doing me such a great favor, I naturally had to invite Mr. Bai Liu over to give him a proper reward."

"Personally, I'm not a big fan of the deal." Bai Liu smiled, his smile obscure in the dim light, "But the world does seem a bit boring."

"It seemed good to end it completely in this way."

Bai Liu says, dropping his eyes and gently waving a finger in the air.

Countless rose thorn vines burst out of the ground with his flippant swings, and Lu Yizhan's pupils shrank as he immediately turned around and warned in a stern voice, "Protect the oxygen tanks and masks!"

But it's over.

With the exception of Lu Yizhan, who was quick to protect one of the oxygen tanks on his back, the others' tanks were all wrapped around the thorns, shrinking inward in a circle, the tanks began to deflate, the edges hissed as gas leaked out, and rose-colored perfume fumes instantly backed up and poured into their masks.

Almost in a single breath, the pupils of the other six, except for Lu Yizhan, floated up to roses, and their eyes went slack as they fell to their knees.

Lu Yizhan quickly jumped back twice, dodging the thorn strips that kept coming up from the ground, gritting his teeth and gasping for breath as he looked at Bai Liu's face, which was illuminated by the dim light, before taking out his contact machine: ''Team Dong! Unknown people have appeared over here! The mission of the third detachment squad to save the members of the second detachment has failed-"

No sooner had he spoken than a sledgehammer brushed past his side, aimed at Bai Liu standing in the entryway and slammed down with thunderous force, and a muffled, angry, high-pitched male voice sternly rebuked, "No spirit--!"

"-No abandoning the mission without authorization before the leader arrives!"

Bai Liu maneuvered deftly to avoid the sledgehammer, and that sledgehammer came down hard on the head of the factory director monster, smashing his opponent into a pile of fragmented, writhing pulp straight into the ground as he screamed in agony.

Dong Chenglong's legs were spread apart in a kind of horse stance in front of Lu Yizhan, he was holding an unconscious Cen Buming in his left arm, then he threw Cen Buming steadily to Lu Yizhan next to him, dragged back the thrown sledgehammer with both his hands, and straightened up his waist and stood in wait for Bai Liu, who was standing at the entrance. Liu, and shouted angrily, "Bai Liu--!!!"

Bai Liu smiled politely, "Captain Dong, it's been a long time, you're still in great spirits."

Dong Chenglong was about to throw his retrieved pair of sledgehammers again without saying a word, when Bai Liu suddenly stretched out his hand to the left, and under the light of the kerosene lamp that fell on the ground, it was a heart beating on his glove.

He smiled at Dong Chenglong : "Team Dong, this is the core heresy of Rose Perfume that you are looking for, if you smash your weapon over now, then this heart will shatter with me."

"-and then that moment the whole world would be contaminated with the rich rose perfume that flows through this heart."

Dong Chenglong's movement of lifting the sledgehammer paused for a moment, he put it down and glared angrily at Bai Liu : "What game are you going to play this time?"

Bai Liu laughed a little, "Team Dong already knows my style very well."

"You have two choices, the first, you eat this heart and let all the rose thorns wear into your body, using your own body as a holding vessel for this heresy."

"The second option-" Bai Liu looked to Lu Yizhan, who stayed next to him, and he smiled up, "It's okay to have that little team member next to you swallow it, oh."

"My personal advice would be to let that little player swallow, because you're the main attacker of the [Crucible Judgment Army], and you're so much more valuable than that little player, and if you just die and turn into a vessel-"

Bai Liu shook his head as if he was sorry for Dong Chenglong, "--Your captain, Fang Dian, who is wrestling with another I placed heretic, will have a hard time against me in the future, as she has no main attacker left. "

"I'm sure your little team member feels the same way." Bai Liu smiled as he looked over at Lu Yizhan, who had his head down and didn't say a word, "Letting this ordinary little team member die here might be the most contributing use of his time to you."

Lu Yizhan clenched his fists, the oxygen in his back was running low, if he continued to consume any more, both he and Dong Chenglong would fold here.

This Bai Liu is quite right, an ordinary member of the team like him, to die in this way is already the most valuable contribution to the Heretic Authority.

A main attacker of the [Ortho Cross Judgment Army] and a cleaner of the third detachment, a fool knows how to choose.

Lu Yizhan slowly stood up before he was heavily pressed down by Dong Chenglong's palm.

Dong Chenglong looked hale and hearty at Bai Liu, wheeled up his hammer and ran over with a few healthy steps, snatched the heart from Bai Liu's hand, tilted his head back and swallowed it, his throat rolled a bit to swallow the heart, and hissed out, "I'm done picking!!!! "

Bai Liu smiled, "What a ...... surprising choice."

His shadow and voice disappeared into the rose-colored smoke the moment he was struck by the sledgehammer.

Countless thorns under the ground surged madly, drilled out from under the ground and wrapped around Dong Chenglong's ankles and wrists, tugging at him to prevent him from moving, and a rose in full bloom appeared in Dong Chenglong's eyes, and the thorns drilled out from under the ground high in the air, hovering in the air and aiming their sharp heads at Dong Chenglong on the ground and then falling down hard like millions of arrows aimed at him, falling down fiercely.

Lu Yizhan's pupils shrank to a tiny dot, his face was covered with blood spattered by Dong Chenglong, and his oxygen tank was about to bottom out with his rapid breathing.

Dong Chenglong was nailed to the ground by the thorns, and he was dying as the thorns crisscrossed and pierced him, his broad, bloodied palms removing the respiratory mask from his own face and inserting his own oxygen tank into Lu Yizhan's respiratory mask.

"Why ......" Lu Yizhan asked with a blank expression, "I'm just a ...... worthless piece of ordinary ...... waste."

Dong Chenglong lifted his blood-stained face, and his eyes, which had always been full of anger, became out of focus as he said word by word:

"...... The only value of our existence is so that you, one day, will have the freedom to choose to be ordinary people."

"Now--"

Dong Chenglong roared out from his chest with his last ounce of strength, "--Escape like a normal person under my protection, Lu Yizhan!!!"

"Use all your spirit and run away like a loser!!!"