Chapter 101 Silver Demon

The young sergeant smiled as the smoke filled the air. "Among the Nine Knights, I respect the Grey Knight the most because I have a pair of grey eyes. A month ago, that lord found me and handed me an invitation letter, saying that if he died on the battlefield, I should give the invitation letter to a man with a crow on his shoulder. If he came back, it would be as if nothing had happened. I was very curious at the time, wondering how I could find him in such a large battlefield. Then he pointed to the newspaper and said that the guy would be famous tomorrow."

The young sergeant put out the cigarette with his fingers, threw it out of the car window, then took out a black invitation and handed it over.

"How is it, sir? I have kept it well, right? By the way, there is a message on it. The intelligence agent said it seems to be written in the Far East."

"Yes." Jiang He took the invitation. It was a world invitation card, of rare quality, and the message was in Chinese.

[The key to unlocking the secret treasure of silkworm life is in this world]
[As a price, please take care of my forces. Just one move is enough. No more is needed.]
The tasks in the Origin game are divided into three types, namely daily tasks, derivative tasks, and world tasks. The difficulty of the tasks increases gradually. Among them, world tasks require traveling to various real worlds and have the richest rewards. Not only are there various local extraordinary things, but also attribute points and skill points when successfully settled.

Therefore, an invitation to the world is precious.

Jiang He put away the invitation letter. The Grey Knight did not give a detailed introduction, which meant that the other party was not an unknown person in the target world.

Seeing that his duty was completed, the young sergeant said, "Sir, I know you and Mr. Gray have carried out missions together before. Even if a colonel is out of the combat sequence, he can still have his own guards and adjutants. Can I be your adjutant? I really don't want to drive the wounded every day."

"Uh-huh?"

Jiang He reacted and refused bluntly: "I had sixteen deputies before. For the sake of easy remembering, I called them all Charlie. Now all Charlies are dead, and one of them is even a knight."

The young sergeant said seriously, "How can there be no casualties in war? I have long been prepared to sacrifice myself. Besides, I helped you deliver the invitation letter, so you should at least give me a chance. I have been hunting in the mountains with my grandfather since I was a child, and I am very good at sniping."

Seeing that the other party had said so much, Jiang He didn't waste any more words. In another month and a half, his main survival mission would be completed. There would be little point in staying there any longer. During this period, he did not plan to take any action missions. He had to make all the vitality potions first.

The young sergeant thought that the other side was going to take him to the battlefield, and he looked quite excited.

"Then I'm the seventeenth Charlie."

Wuhe sighed softly when he heard this. He didn't dare to be associated with this name.

The transport vehicle arrived at the south of the city. Jiang He waved goodbye to the young sergeant and went straight to a small attic.

An old man as strong as a bear stood at the door, his blue eyes filled with a serious look, and he was surrounded by a strong smell of alcohol and sulfur. The rosacea and stubble on his face made him look very rough. He didn't look like an alchemist at all, but more like a brown bear who might get drunk in the snow at any time.

"Alchemists cannot live without wine. It is the fuel that fuels their inspiration. The more I explore, the more I feel the importance of talent in this field. If we don't have talent, we need to make up for it with wine. Wine is the blood of alchemists."

The old man said righteously, throwing over a bottle of amber liquor.

"Repairing equipment, I do this every day. Money is meaningless. You only smell like rum, which is impure and too bad. Either give me a bottle of good wine or drink it."

Wuhe's eyes were dark, and he pecked someone's shoulder imperceptibly, indicating that there was no poison in the wine.

Jiang He popped the cork, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

A hint of recognition flashed in the old man's eyes. As an alchemist, he must drink like gargling. Jiang He threw away the bottle. There was nothing strange in the wine, nor any so-called inspiration. He asked in confusion, "What's the point?"

The old man laughed: "This is the inheritance of the alchemist. Don't ask why, because my teacher lied to me in the same way. All right, bring the things here, and come back in half a month to get them. My name is Ramanf, and this name will resound throughout the abyss in the future."

Wuhe stared with a surprised look and passed a message to someone through an exclusive channel.

[Hint: The target is the Great Demon, Flame Demon]
[Hint: The target life level is an ordinary creature in the Silver Age]
[Informer exclusive tip: Due to the tragic war with tens of millions of casualties, negative emotions such as unwillingness, hatred, and resentment have grown in large numbers, and a crack has been opened in the passage to the abyss. In the next three to ten years, more and more demons will come to this world through the crack, intending to start a second war]
Jiang He calmly took out the Weidan windbreaker and handed it to the other party.

Ordinary humans in the Bronze Age correspond to ordinary knights.

Elite humans correspond to elite knights, and one of their main values reaches ten.

The peak human corresponds to the monochrome knight, and the four main values all exceed eleven.

A large silver demon, with combat power equivalent to that of X-Knight. Its basic stats alone are hard to guess.

The great demon who called himself Ramanna put away his windbreaker and waved goodbye. The Somme front was seeing the highest level of casualties and damaged equipment every day, which was like a fish in water for him. The extraordinary people in this world had not yet truly realized the existence of demons, so it was a good time for him to develop.

Jiang He turned and left the small attic, and asked with his head tilted.

"What does a silver creature look like?"

Wuhe thought for a moment and replied, "You can beat up the Grey Knight while you're using the toilet. However, the Grey Knight is indeed a rare opponent at the bronze level. You can kill him by crossing the gap between elite and peak. But if you encounter a silver creature, my suggestion is to immediately make a strategic move. They have silver bodies, so of course their numbers are definitely far less than those of bronze creatures."

"That's just running away."

"Be more tactful."

Suddenly, there was a dense buzzing sound coming from the sky, which was getting closer and closer. A group of Prussian fighter planes flew over Amiens, bombs covered the sky and set off countless bright lights.

At the end of the street, the young sergeant who was driving had not yet turned the corner when a bomb fell on the roof of the transport vehicle, which was one of the conspicuous targets on the ground, causing a violent explosion.

The transport vehicle was shattered by the shock wave, and the upper body of the young sergeant in the driver's seat flew out of the window.

[Hint: You have started the large-scale serial task · Charlie's Death (17/36)]
[Hint: Unintentionally cursed Charlie to death]
[Tip: After completing the task, the active skill "Mindless Death Curse" will be upgraded to excellent quality]
Wuhe noticed someone's change and asked with concern: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Jiang He's expression was subtle, "The curse is still chasing me."

Wuhe was speechless as he looked at the burnt transport truck. It was obviously the boss but he still refused to let Charlie go. The young man was still too young and underestimated the cause and effect behind this name.

The sound of explosions continued, and Jiang He ran back to the second-floor residential building. The primary targets of the Prussian fighter group were industrial and medical facilities, and they were not very interested in the half-destroyed residential areas.

(End of this chapter)

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