MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 25

Two years later, the outer suburbs of Abery

The pale-faced man hugged his daughter, huddled in horror among the ruined walls. This house has been destroyed, with traces of smoke and fire everywhere, the roof has been burned, and only three walls that are not high remain. The wall they were leaning against was only half the height of a person, and adults could see them as long as they walked to the side.

It's not humans they're avoiding, though.

A wolf was patrolling the ruins. It looked like a normal gray wolf, but it had a gray-blue mane. It opened its mouth, its tongue drooped, its nose cocked, and its cruel yellow eyes looked around. The man covered his little daughter's mouth, too hard to notice that she was about to suffocate.

The wolf approached them.

They could hear the sound of wolf claws trampling on the sand, as if the footsteps of death were getting closer. Can't you see us here? The man prayed, clinging to the only one to rely on. He kept repeating the prayers to the God of Light in his heart, perhaps the prayers were answered, and at some point, the rustling footsteps stopped.

Already left? He thought nervously, not daring to stand up and take a look at the situation. His bones seemed to be rusted, and he was afraid of making a sound when he moved a little. But stopping like this is not an option. If the beast has already left, wouldn't the longer it stays here, the more likely it will encounter new dangers? The man swallowed, but before he could figure out what he was going to do, he suddenly felt his face was wet.

The sky dimmed unknowingly, maybe it was raining again last night. Thinking of this, he raised his head subconsciously, and his heartbeat almost stopped: what was above his head was not a rain cloud, but a big open mouth, with a blood-red tongue exposed between two rows of sharp teeth, and the saliva was dripping. Drop by drop. The wolf crept up to the top of the wall, and after making sure that the living things at the base were harmless prey, it acted.

"Ahhh!"

Blood spattered out, and the man's face was covered with blood, and he let out a terrified scream. He is going to die! He is going to die! A human hand jerked him up, knocked his hand off his daughter's mouth and nose, and another slap interrupted his hysteria. Only then did he realize that he was intact, and the stinky blood on his face belonged to the wolf.

He is alive, the wolf is dead.

The wolf's body hung on the wall, and a sword had just severed its spine, killing it cleanly. The warrior with the sword was slapping the girl, causing the nearly suffocated girl to cough and breathe again. Another young man with a wooden stick ran up quickly, grabbed the man and shook him, and reprimanded him in fear: "Old Bobby, you came to the blockade to seek death? You brought Lily with you?"

Panting heavily, Bobby looked at his fellow countrymen, unable to speak for a moment.

"Let's go quickly." The soldier hugged the girl who was unsteady, and said sternly in a low voice, "The blockade order has been issued, and it is very dangerous here."

"Huh...huh...Master Ranger!" Bobby stood staggeringly against the wall and said incoherently: "But our things are still here, all the things in the house, we..."

Chris looked at the man's bulging pockets and scavenger attire without giving him away.

Last night, a small group of wandering alien beasts attacked the outlying villages, and the villagers burned down their houses before temporarily driving them out. Less than half of the survivors fled to Aiboli for help. The patrol team could only place these refugees in the outskirts and ordered the village to be sealed off to prevent another attack by alien beasts. It was clearly the end of spring, but the vicinity of Aiboli City was not peaceful. The patrol team had to gather around the main city to patrol, and there was no extra manpower to clean up the attacked villages. After all, facing hordes of strange beasts, one or two rangers are like delivering food.

From last winter to today, three small villages have been "temporarily blocked", and many villagers who once became beggars appeared in the suburbs. Those who lost everything were unwilling to leave behind the property that they could not bring out. Some people became scavengers, sneaked into the blocked villages, and put the property that was not taken away into their pockets. These people are committing crimes, and at the same time they have to risk being killed by strange beasts in order to survive. The man whose family came to pick up waste was not the first, nor would he be the last.

Dealing with the alien beasts is a matter for the border guards, just wait until they have free hands to deal with them. The job of the patrol team is to protect the main city of Aibo Li, and the manpower is busy dealing with the refugees in the suburbs, so that they do not disturb the citizens of Ai Bo Li city. , where there is no other air traffic control - even now, colleagues still insist on this point of view.

Chris couldn't convince them, so he could only do what he could, such as selecting a temporary team among the displaced villagers to clear the closed areas that were closer. He couldn't make everyone abide by the blockade order, so he could only reiterate the danger of returning to the blockade area and punish the scavengers who were found. This time, he came to rescue this man because it was very close to the blocked area to be cleaned, and because he was desperately requested by his fellow countrymen in the temporary team.

"Enough, come back with us." He ordered briefly.

The man who survived the catastrophe nodded again and again, and after a while his face changed drastically, and he begged Chris: "Master Ranger! My son is still here!"

"I didn't see anyone else along the way." Chris frowned, "He may have gone back first."

"Impossible! He is the most filial, and he won't leave until he meets us! He has brown hair like me, is so tall, and has a mole on his nose. Please do me a favor, Mr. Ranger!" Bobby knelt down , wanted to hug Chris's leg, but was dodged, "My son has just differentiated into an alpha! He is the only alpha in our family!"

Chris sighed with a headache and told the temps to take the scavengers and his daughter away. "Scavenging has violated the law. If you don't cooperate, you will be thrown into prison for a lifetime of hard labor." Seeing that Bobby was still howling, he threatened, "I will go find your son, you must shut up and leave immediately."

Bobby kept silent, and then obediently left with his fellow countrymen.

To some extent, the thoughts of the patrol team and the nobles are not unreasonable. These illiterate poor people are as difficult to deal with as strange beasts, and it is absolutely impossible for the nobles to provide relief with the supplies that have accumulated dust in the warehouse. The disaster of alien beasts is becoming more and more serious, but people are becoming more and more numb because of the slow increase in its severity; the rich nobles are rich and unkind, and the poor commoners are ignorant. Over the years, Chris has devoted himself to his duties and has indeed helped many people, and there are fewer and fewer doubts about him. He has done a lot, but recently he often doubts himself: Is everything I do, like throwing a stone into a pond, only a little ripple?

Chris watched them leave quickly and began to look for people in the ruins of the village. The terrain in the village is curved and complicated, and there are many blind spots that you have to go around to see so as not to miss. He didn't shout loudly, so as not to attract more strange beasts. The ice wolf that was killed just now was not strong, but they acted together.

He searched for half an hour, but found nothing, neither a living person nor a strange beast. After ten minutes of searching, he was ready to go back. There is a mess everywhere, and this not-so-small village now only has ruins left. It is a mess everywhere, and money and blood can be seen thrown on the ground from time to time. There were not many corpses, fewer than the dead. Many of the dead did not leave any corpses. Some of them were buried in the sea of ​​fire, and some disappeared in the belly of alien beasts.

Is it possible that such days can only be passed, the beast tide is God's punishment, so we can't do anything? Chris felt pity in his heart, feeling the weight of the sword in his hand. He has had a dream of becoming a hero and repelling alien beasts since he was a child. The dream was not shattered when he became an omega, but after a few years in the patrol team, it was about to be extinguished unknowingly. Is it just arrogance to want to change the situation and save mankind?

Chris thought of the rumors about Prince Ronald that he heard not long ago. If he had heard it a few years ago, he would have left everything and ran to the Bungalow defense line without hesitation. But now, every time he prepares to make up his mind, he can't help being in a dilemma. He feels that he can't do without himself here, and feels that leaving may not be able to do more than staying here, at least the future here is visible.

Ann's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, mocking him as a coward who worries about gains and losses. "What's the point of living your life in the foreseeable boring future?" she said. "Of course going to a new place, something different will happen, and that's interesting!"

Chris smiled at the imaginary voice, and speaking of it, this year's meeting time is almost here. Ann mentioned her friends and her ability to improve in the letter. She should be better off now than last year...

Chris lowered his body suddenly, and the wind brought a fresh smell of blood. Someone is injured ahead, and it's an alpha. He pricked up his ears, stepped lightly, and walked gently around the corner.

A brown-haired man was lying in the corner, clutching his chest and abdomen, his face contorted with horror and pain. Chris walked in quickly, squatted down, and touched the skin that was still warm. Not long after this alpha died, Chris looked at the mole on his nose and thought heavily, he could only tell his father the bad news.

He glanced around, wanting to move the body to be buried elsewhere, but suddenly felt something was wrong. As soon as the corpse's hand was touched, it fell to the ground, revealing the torn abdominal cavity. The viscera inside was half missing and tattered, as if it had just been half-eaten.

Chris rolled sideways, dodging a patch of ice. The densely packed sharp ice arrows pierced the place where he was standing just now, smashing the corpse into a piece of flesh. He stood up quickly, kicked his right foot on the ground, and took a big step to the side, only to hear a sound of tuck, the earth wall he was relying on had been shot into a sieve.

The enemy stopped after two salvos, and the ice wolf's reserves were not endless. Yet this is far from worth a sigh of relief. Chris leaned his back against the wall and scanned his surroundings, his heart sinking. A total of seven wolves with gray and blue fur circled in a fan shape, panting, greedily staring at the prey attracted by the bait.

Chris gripped his sword tightly.