Andre said: "Your Highness, it's dangerous outside. The military vehicle has arrived, so go inside first."
Nalen was unmoved, and his eyes chased a certain vigorous figure—Sales was approaching the gold-eating bug at an extremely fast speed.
One after another, the blasters discovered the abnormality and swooped down, but they could only splash negligible sparks on him—this person seemed to be able to predict the landing point of the bugs a second before, and avoid them.
Sean spotted him, and Wormtail began to slap the ground erratically, splashing a pile of dust. Its mouth secretes a special saliva, which is usually used to soften metal to facilitate eating, and it is also lethal when fighting enemies.
Within a few steps, Sells had rushed to his feet.
The huge wormtail attacked, and Sells dodged sideways, grabbed it with his backhand and pulled it down forcefully.
The huge worm body staggered a few times but did not fall, quickly regained its footing, and then violently waved several legs and feet, attacking Seers.
Nalen took a step forward, and Andre hurriedly grabbed him.
"It'll be fine."
Naren frowned.
Andre said: "The gold-eating bug that hurt people in the hot spring club was also subdued by the marshal."
Naren: "..." It seems that there is such a thing
But, that time it was Hee Jin...
Although they are all of the same species, their combat effectiveness cannot be generalized.
The full body of an adult gold-eating bug weighs half a ton, and with intentional pressure, it can completely squeeze a person's lungs out of internal injuries.
Sells was not kicked by the worm's foot, let alone pressed down by the worm's body.
He dodged to the back of the worm, raised his fist and smashed it, the gold-eating worm made a sound, and hurriedly tried to shake him off.
"boom!"
Cracks slowly appeared on the black carapace, and it suddenly fell off, revealing the pink soft flesh.
The worm's body trembled violently, and its movements froze for a moment.
A few seconds later, he let out a sharp sound and rushed forward at high speed.
Naren's expression changed slightly.
I saw a dagger-shaped cutter appearing in Sells's hand at some point, and stabbed it accurately backwards towards the joints amidst the turbulence—the sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and dark brown blood dripped down.
Naren: "..."
He had heard countless stories about Sels' heroic deeds on the battlefield, and had personally experienced the martial arts of this army god, but he had never clearly recognized Sels Monte's terrifying combat power like this moment.
—It is not just because of his appearance and luck that he can get so many fans.
Even... Naren felt that Sels who was competing with him was really gentle.
Andre noticed Nalen's complicated expression, and began to speak well of his boss.
"A cumbersome bug like this is no match for the marshal at all."
Naren said nothing.
Andre said: "Your Highness, I have heard that you have competed with the marshal. Do you think that although the marshal is slightly better, he is not as powerful as others say?"
Nalen didn't follow the routine, and immediately said: "I don't think so."
"..." Andre continued: "The battlefield and the emperor are two different things. Here, sparring is not even a pastime. The marshal may have to worry about not hurting others."
Naren: "..."
Andrea continued to say earnestly: "Usually, it's self-defeating to compete with him, but Your Highness is different."
Nalen: "What's the difference?"
Andre: "Brother Cheerf also challenged the marshal, and the final result..." He pointed to the battle ahead, "It's probably like this."
Nalen: "..." This is really, a bit miserable.
Andrew: "Look, the marshal doesn't want to hurt you."
Although the truth of the facts is actually because of the special status of the prince, and because of the fact that Seles and His Majesty the Emperor have been close friends for many years, he is embarrassed to be cruel to his friend's cousin. But Andrea had already tried to win the goodwill of his boss with the words he was not good at.
after all…
That hug completely confirmed a bold guess he had made during this time—his boss, who was single for ten thousand years, seemed to really have a crush on the bad-tempered prince in front of him.
There was no sign of this feeling.
Almost like a tornado.
But that's not a problem.
What puzzled him most was the marshal's criteria for choosing a spouse.
—It's really unpredictable.
Nalen asked: "Oh, and I have to thank Sells for saving me some face?"
Andre: "..." Huh
Naren's eyes were cold.
"According to what you mean, probably in the eyes of Sells, I can't even be considered an opponent."
Andrew suddenly had a bad feeling.
"No, that's not the case..."
Nalen said indifferently: "In this case, when the matter here is over, maybe I should ask for another exchange."
Andrei had a face of ice cubes, and his eyes were extremely helpless.
"this… "
Naren sneered.
Of course he wouldn't actually do that.
But the prince, who regards self-esteem as his life, will not show timidity on his face no matter what. Even if he really wants to compete, based on his current friendship with Sells, he will never fall to the same level as the Chelf brothers.
Maybe... Searles will be more "gentle" than last time, and he may not even hurt his wrist.
Nalen glanced at Andre indifferently, with a deep expression on his face...
— Confidence in my heart.
During the conversation between the two, Sells was already in an overwhelming situation.
This gold-eater, who looked strong and strong, failed to escape Xi Jin's fate in the end, and lost very embarrassingly. At the last moment, Sean screamed with all his strength, moved forward frantically, and neatly... rolled over.
Sells bent his legs and jumped off the worm's back.
The chirping of the bugstars had absolute dominance over the non-intelligent bugs. After Sean made the noise, all the blasters gathered in the same direction.
Nalen's pupils shrunk.
In the next second, the net bag soaring into the sky surrounded the black bugs and hung them in the air.
The blaster blew itself up at the right time, and bursts of flames flashed in the sky in an instant. It was still eye-catching and dazzling in the daytime, like a gorgeous large-scale festival fireworks.
Sean's face was dull.
Behind him, Asha's marshal approached with a smile—
After patting the troublemaker who was at the end of the road, Sells's expression could be called leisurely.
Naren was curious about the material of the net bag: "What is it made of?"
Andrew explained: "The bodily fluids of the sticky beetle."
Naren: "... what bug?"
Andre said: "The worm star species is a bit like a white caterpillar. The body fluid will condense into a strange substance, which is not afraid of fire and is extremely tough. It is the most effective to deal with blasters."
body fluid
Nalen: "Drool?"
Andre's face darkened: "No."
Naren took half a step back, frowning and staring at the net bag in front of him, as if it was some terrible dirty thing.
This turmoil, which started with the haze worm, led by the gold-eating worm, and the blasting worm as the main firepower, finally died down.
The Zergs brought by Langa were captured by the soldiers guarding the entrance and exit of Shell Street without running too far. Without the command of the head bug, they were like a mess of loose sand.
The soldiers who let out the net pockets did not dare to relax, for fear that there would be unexploded bugs. Some soldiers started to clean up the scene, while the other surrounded the gold-eating bugs.
Seeing that the matter had calmed down, Naryn walked up to Sells and found that he was completely unharmed except for some insect blood and dust on his body. I couldn't help making a comparison in my heart. If it was him, he would be able to control the situation just now with some confidence.
As soon as Sells finished the battle, he saw a certain prince who was close to him, and his expression seemed to be calculating something.
"Hand hurts," he said.
Naren immediately stopped thinking and looked at him suspiciously.
Sells said: "The worm shell is too hard, and the hands are red."
He stretched out his right hand, which had nothing to do with it, and put it in the prince's palm.
The prince squinted his eyes for a while to no avail: "Where?"
Sells said casually, "Here."
Naren held his hand and looked carefully again.
"Nothing at all."
Andre turned his face away. He was sure that the prince was right. There was no sign of redness on his boss's hands, and there was no sign of pain on his face.
Maybe in the days to come, as the accompanying adjutant, he can no longer be like before.
—Sometimes, he should stay away.
Sells insisted that his hand was injured, so Naren had to be patient and checked it several times.
"It may be a hidden injury that is invisible to the naked eye." In the end, he could only come to this conclusion, "If it really hurts, I'll take you to the hospital for a look."
Sells lowered his head slightly and asked softly, "Are you worried about me?",
Nalen: "..." Isn't it you crying for pain
Searles: "It's not easy to deal with a hard-shelled bug like this."
Naren was speechless.
Did you know that a few seconds ago your lieutenant was in front of me stating your great achievements, emphasizing that bugs are nothing
Not getting the response he wanted, the marshal sighed in frustration: "I just think you are worried about me."
Naren didn't object.
At certain critical moments just now, he was really nervous, and even wanted to rush over to help Sells a few times.
There's nothing wrong with that, Naren thought.
At some point, a subtle change occurred between him and Sells. Although I don't want to admit it, they are no longer the tit-for-tat relationship they had in the beginning.
And the Sells in his impression has also changed from a hypocritical and sanctimonious guy to a more specific and distinct one. From Doni Val's point of view, he is still a selfie-loving, text-harassing, and wicked-spirited person who likes to give strange gifts.
And Naren Sharvi has also reconciled with Sells.
He can sit comfortably in the other party's passenger seat and adjust the speed of the car at will. Occasionally, the two will have dinner together, and the atmosphere is relaxed, so that they won't be unable to eat.
Sells is still wearing the watch he gave him, and he is still wearing Sells' protective clothing...
Even in the morning, Sells testified in court for him, cleared of suspicion.
If you say that "he and Sells are incompatible", even Naren himself feels untenable.
Although he understood the truth, a certain awkward prince still couldn't let go of what happened on the day of the dinner.
He thought for a while and said, "It's not a question of worry or not."
Sells' eyes flickered, looking expectant.
"I have confidence in you." Nalen said lightly: "After all, I am not even your opponent."
Sells looked at him suspiciously.
The insider, Andrei, held his breath nervously: "..."
Come and learn from each other.
Naren really said: "If you can't even deal with a bedbug, wouldn't I be more ashamed to be your defeated opponent?"
But the tone was not as sharp as Andrea expected.
Sells: "…"
He didn't expect this kind of response, but it didn't seem surprising...
"I thought you'd at least say a few words of condolence."
Nalen smiled: "Compared to you, it seems that he is the one who needs condolences?"
He pointed to the scarred Gold Eater.
"It looks really messed up."
An injured body, coupled with a defeated situation, always makes people emotionally sensitive and fragile.
Nalen's casual words completely angered Sean. He shook his legs, hid the gemstone under the worm's stomach, and then sank—the huge weight hit the ground, and he collapsed on the ground in a way that was almost shameless.
Naren: "..."
The capable adjutant Andre was silent for a moment, and said proactively: "It's okay, I'll contact the Urban Construction Institute to call in a crane."
The adjutant who finally found a legitimate reason to run away had a very determined back when he left.
However, his fulfillment was of no use, because Naryn quickly remembered his friend Elida who came with him.
He reckoned that the outside affairs could come to an end, so he walked into the room and found that Elida was trying to scratch his back.
Naren asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's so strange." Alida said, "I seem to be allergic to this place, my back always itch."
"Maybe it's time for you to take care of yourself." Naren looked around and suggested, "How long has it been since you took a shower?"
Eleda: "..."