When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"Well, it's okay to like small ones, but I'm sorry to say, even in troubled times... If your hobbies are like this, Mr. Juggernaut, although there is nothing wrong with them, but... if possible, it is best to ask this person Is the child's opinion better?"

"Using a strong one is really not in line with your identity..."

After being told by the warriors, although Yong Ye was thankful at first, no one in this world would arrest him with superb martial arts skills because of this kind of thing, otherwise he would probably be thrown into prison directly.

However, even if he won't be sent to the police station, he still feels that he should justify himself, otherwise his reputation will be directly ruined by this child, and he will be labeled as a perverted lolita.

"Let me tell you... don't you think that the wind is the rain? In fact, I just..."

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

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

"...Even though I'm a deep and connotative uncle, but...sometimes, I seem to be a little excited, Miss Wuming."

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

"I hate it~ It's just a joke, so what are you doing seriously? An uncle with depth and connotation..."

At this time, Wuming also felt that his joking seemed a little too much, so he took a few steps back, distanced himself from him with a flattering smile, and waved his hands to hope that he would calm down.

"Who is the uncle? Bastard girl, am I just...?... How old am I?"

In the middle of speaking, Yong Ye's words suddenly got stuck, and he suddenly found that he seemed to be unable to remember his age, no... To be precise, his memory was a little confused.

Ever since he got the inheritance of the Juggernaut, he would dream from time to time at night.

It is not an ordinary dream that will be forgotten after one night, but a dream that is so real that it feels like a personal experience.

Although they were all about fighting dreams, there were quite a lot of them. In the dreams, the concept of time was blurred. One night seemed to have gone through a year, which caused him to be mixed with other people's memories.

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 I have forgotten my age.

"Uncle, can't you be demented at such a young age?"

Seeing that Yong Ye hadn't spoken for a long time, Wuming couldn't help but bend down, tilted his head to look at Yong Ye with his lowered head from below, trying hard, trying to recall Yong Ye at his own age.

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

He couldn't figure it out, but Yong Ye was not obsessed with this problem, and he still couldn't figure it out after thinking hard, so he simply gave up thinking about it, and because he was interrupted by this, he didn't bother to argue with a child like Wuming anymore. Anyway... his reputation wasn't very good in the first place.

But what he said made Wuming a little concerned.

"Is there really no problem? Uncle?"

"Don't worry about superfluous things."

Gently shaking his head, Yong Ye turned around, did not stop because of Wuming's words, and walked towards the innermost samurai cordon outside the armored iron city car without stopping.

And at this moment...

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

"Ka, Kabane! Kabane is here!!"

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

Yong Ye grabbed the samurai's binoculars and pointed the lens at the crimson wave.

In the camera...they all lower their bodies, their backs are parallel to the ground, and they are waving their limbs indiscriminately. It is different from the usual staggering and slow marching. They are rushing towards the station at the speed of normal people running.

Roughly estimate, this number... I just saw it, there are at least a thousand, and there are more people who haven't seen it coming from behind the mountain.

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

A large amount of white steam spewed out from several huge exhaust ports, and the siren sounded "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!", and the long and huge body moved forward slowly.

Although Yong Ye also wanted to go directly to the Iron Fortress like other ordinary people, but...the station still needs to be guarded for a while, otherwise, he would directly rush to the Iron Fortress, and no one of them could escape.

Chapter Fifteen I envy you

"Little ghost, you should get in the car first, you can tell that you are very tired, right?"

Yong Ye, who was about to get into the car, saw Kabane coming, cursed inwardly, then glanced at Wuming who was staring at him suspiciously, and waved her away.

Then they walked back to the warriors who had been lined up in two lines, one squatting halfway and the other standing upright with steam guns held horizontally.

"Huh~? Still an inexplicably responsible uncle?"

"There's so much nonsense. Could it be that I read it wrong? In fact, 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 tell that the child's words and deeds gradually became a little dull, and he looked very much like himself. In the state of using fatal blows twice in a row, it is not difficult for Yongye to guess that she is tired from fighting Kabane.

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

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

Instead of looking at Wuming, who was probably encouraging him from the side, Yong Ye stared at the crimson wave that was approaching rapidly, and basically all his thoughts were on the group of Kabane.

If it is said that the armored iron city can't start smoothly, then even he can't fight a bloody way in such a wave of corpses. In this situation, he can't help but concentrate on his 120,000 energy.

Wuming saw that Yong Ye's attention was all on Shi Chao, so he didn't say anything else, just gave him a last look, followed the last wave of crowd neatly, and boarded the armored iron guard protected by the warriors behind him. city.

After a while, Kabane's vanguard had already rushed over, and some of Kabane, relying on the momentum and height difference from the mountain down, swooped towards the lighting glass on the wall like a frog.

It was okay at the beginning, but it didn't take long for the thick glass to fail to withstand more and more impacts, resulting in spider web-like cracks.

The next moment...

Bah ding——!

The glass shattered.

Accompanied by shining bits of light and flying glass shards, Kabane rushed over in groups.

"The six roots are clean!!"

The samurai collectively shouted "Liugen Purity", which is a Buddhist metaphor for "there is no longer any desire", and began to pull the trigger to shoot in sections, temporarily repelling Kabane, knocking them into the air, and flying backwards to the ground behind.

At the very beginning, the continuous firepower of this staged attack was considered dense, but there were more Kabane, and they couldn't be killed. If they fell down, they could get back up again. From time to time, a Kabane with a speed much faster than the average Kabane appeared. Kabane, who was inside, broke through the firepower net and rushed towards the attacking warriors.

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 the samurai, he rushed forward one step ahead, with the horizontal knife in front, and let Kabane's neck be cut off by the sharp samurai sword because of its own momentum.