Dimensional Eroders

The feeling of dizziness passed in a flash, and the light in front of Bailang's eyes returned to light.

Then he didn't wait for his consciousness to be fully awake, just as he opened his eyes, there was a huge explosion in his ears, and then there was a buzzing in his ears. Everything in the outside world was unheard, and there was a sudden sharp tinnitus in his head.

Noises, vibrations, heat waves, shock waves...threw him directly to the ground, and instantly rolled to the left to the ground. Immediately afterwards, it was covered by a thin layer of soil. Then I felt depressed and uncomfortable, and a faint tingling sensation came from my forearm.

Shaking his head fiercely, shaking off the dirt and gravel on his head, he tried to concentrate and finally came to his senses. The sound of killing, shooting, explosive explosions, artillery roaring all around... it was endless, and even the ground was trembling slightly and irregularly.

…

Looking up, Bailang found himself in the core area of ​​a battlefield.

This is a grassy and sandy plain with no shelters around. The sky is gloomy, the vegetation on the ground is sparse, there is a large amount of black smoke rising in the distance, and there are shelling craters nearby. The battlefield is large in scale and stretches for a long distance, intertwined and chaotic.

On his forearm, there is still shrapnel flying from somewhere? He pulled it out and dropped it to the ground, probably to the extent of being scratched by the female tablemate.

At this time, the battle was in a stalemate, and there were screams and screams everywhere, and the two men and horses rushed to their deaths, and bullets flew irregularly in the open space. However, in such an empty area, the probability of being hit by a stray bullet is extremely low... While thinking about it, his chest pained again, and a warhead was embedded in the jacket on his chest.

However, under the combined effect of the ‘Magic Resistance Jacket’ and the ‘Heng Lian’, it’s just chest tightness, like being punched in the front by someone without breaking the defense, but he quickly lowered his body and was no longer so ostentatious.

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The surrounding crowd was very distinct. One side was wearing a blue uniform military uniform, while the other was a khaki military uniform, attacking each other from two different directions. In addition, the battlefield where Bailang is located is also scattered with contractors with distinctive clothing styles at a very low density.

Not only is Bailang wearing a jacket, but a dozen meters away, there is also a guy wearing armor, holding his hands in front of him, resisting the attack. Because of the excessively alternative style, it has become the focus of the fire.

Under the language module temporarily loaded by the paradise, he can understand the words on both sides. They are yelling and urging to kill the other party quickly. They seem to be shouting to their own group of ‘alien’, ordering themselves to attack, but they are completely unclear on which side they belong to.

What's even more exaggerated is that both camps unscrupulously fired at them while urging them. Bailang was quickly spotted by a group of soldiers in khaki uniforms, and consciously shot at him, forcing him to start dodge.

Near him, there are about four or five contractors. One of them has counterattacked and launched an assault towards the blue camp. The speed is extremely fast, and the figure suddenly becomes blurred and unable to capture during the run... In addition, there is another person from the storage. A huge shield was drawn out from the space and stood in front of him, blocking a young man lying on the ground crying. The latter seemed to have been shot?

"Assemble! Move closer to me!"

Twenty meters away, a man in everyday clothes suddenly roared, attracting the eyes of everyone nearby.

The next moment, he braved the two-way siege of many soldiers, knelt on one knee and hammered the ground with both hands. In an instant, two stone walls more than one meter thick ‘rumbling’ up from the ground to form a simple fortification. Immediately afterwards, countless bullets were buried in the stone wall, leaving a pile of pits.

Bai Lang did not hesitate to roll and adjust the direction, then stopped in a squatting position, and then he pushed hard under his feet, and flew out, a few steps of agility, and hid behind the bunker. Then he drew his gun and shot back at the same time. Ask the man: "What's the situation?"

As a cute new person for the third mission, he didn't even leave the novice stage completely, so he naturally wanted to humbly ask this old salted fish who seemed to be experienced.

"I don't know. I haven't received any prompts. It should be a test of the ability to respond in a sudden environment."

When he spoke, Bailang had already seen the distance. There were two contractors, one was directly hit by shells and fell into the rising flames and smoke; the other was hit by the thigh and fell down because of insufficient speed, and then was shot by a large number of bullets on the ground nearby. It all turned red, and it didn't take long to hang up after struggling.

When the two exchanged briefly, there was another explosion above their heads.

In the direction of the khaki camp, shelling was launched against the suddenly rising stone platform, and it accurately hit the white wave side, collapsed half of the corner, and a large amount of soil and rock collapsed and poured toward him.

Forcing him to retract his head, hold his head to resist, and then lift the earth and rocks: "Bah, baah..."

...

From waking up to this moment, it took only three or two minutes, and several people died around. The shield-holding man also covered the limping young man and moved here. A large patch of dark red blood oozes from the boy's abdomen, panting.

However, this salted fish boy was not completely useless. It seemed to hold up a shield to relieve the pressure of the big man, but his face became paler and weaker.

"He was shot, who of you has medical capabilities? Who can first aid?"

"Ahem, I'm a doctor! I'm also a medical worker in the real world." The white waves who rubbed the Bawang meal at the Cat Cafe, said with confidence and pride.

"Great!"

There was a surprise on the big man’s face. Doctors in the paradise are rare, and usually only know how to bandage with two hands.

The four talents gathered together, and this temporary bunker immediately became the focus of the attack. Just when Bai Lang just tore the opponent's body next to him, and pointed his palm to the square wound, he was about to explode with ripples and a wave of pain relief.

boom!

At this time, the miscellaneous soldiers of the blue camp fired at them again!

I sun you mom!

During the violent shaking, the teenager screamed in pain, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Bai Lang's hand slipped for a while, and **** were roughly inserted into the opponent's wound. The famous doctor's staff instantly broke, and the Mongolian doctor appeared on the scene! So he was cruel and scheming. I just kept doing it and stirred it, stirring and stirring, and I felt a warhead.

The young man's face was blue at this time, his forehead was bursting with blue veins, his eyes widened unceasingly, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He was weak at the last moment. At this moment, he was like a bloodthirsty rage, able to kill people with his eyes, and Bailang had a vengeance on killing his father and the Yi clan.

More than a teenager? Even the big guy who was covering him was shocked, staring blankly at Bailang's dirty hands still clinging to dust and debris... I don't know what to say and write? Another casual man, trying his best to repair the stone wall at this moment, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, his eyes twitched.

"Don't panic, bear with me!" Bai Lang said relievedly.

Although his actions were rough, he didn't hesitate, and stirred the wound so quickly and decisively. As long as I move fast enough, nerve transmission can't keep up with my speed!

In short, the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. Bailang's temperament value in this aspect is still very high, and there is no thought of torture at all. Hold the bullet and pull it up! Immediately, a pale golden electric current burst between his fingers, and when Bai Lang pulled out his finger, he filled it with a year of'ripple power' as compensation.

This is the energy that heals wounds, accelerates healing, and replenishes the vitality of cells. Although it is not so magical to heal instantly, it is an excellent treatment for wounds. It has analgesic, paralyzed, nourishment... and other effects, which makes the other person feel much better.

"I am in a hurry, and now I don't have time to treat it slowly, but I can only make a quick resolution."

He threw the warhead on the boy and explained: "Although it is not very hygienic, I used the'healing skills'. I forgot to introduce it. I have four abilities in total, and two healing abilities have been solidified! This little dust The abilities recognized by Paradise have long been erased, so you don’t have to worry about it.” (Clearly two'medical' abilities that strengthen physical fitness)

While he was talking, he had already pulled out a dagger and opened his palm, pressing the blood flowing from his hand to the wound of the opponent~www.NovelMTL.com~ and initiated the ‘blood treatment’. With a flash of red light, Brother Lang directly blocked and forcibly healed the wound with his own ‘blood bar’.

The previous "corrugation" was equivalent to that when the "necromancer" first cleaned, sutured, disinfected him, and then injected the therapeutic agent, it could save a lot of money.

If the blood is simply spiked, the white waves may consume 1/20 of the health bar, but at the moment, it saves at least half.

This **** and cruel scene was like the tribe's witch doctors fooling around, but the boy obviously felt better, and the pain in his abdomen was not obvious. The other two people also felt the fluctuations in their ‘ability’, and shut up obediently. This is a ‘therapeutic department’ that does not take the usual path.

What about the holy light, the nanny? Why is your style of painting so different?

At this time, the white waves that quickly adhered to the palm wound, planned to change places and continue to linger, considering how to escape?

And the man who rushed into the blue camp at an extremely fast speed also passed a voice through special means: "Don't care about the identity camp, kill one side first, and the other side will stop attacking. Just talk about it and do it for yourself."