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"You tell me, isn't my lover great?"
How would I know about your lover? You can't put him on my bed. Let me try... Nova originally wanted to retort like that, but looking at Jiang Kehan's still upright figure in the wind and snow.
She could only sigh softly and change her mind.
"Her achievements and determination are in no way inferior to yours, madam."
"And so does stubbornness."
"But stubbornness is the only clarion call before the raging waves arrive."
"So I have to say, you've been lucky again this time."
"Lucky, isn't it?" Angela laughed and clapped her hands in delight.
"I've said it before, haven't I? Although I am a tyrant, luck has always been on my side, without exception."
So let me bring you good luck, Kehan... This tyrant isn't as calm as he seems.
Instead, I felt a bit anxious.
The better Jiang Kehan performs, the easier it will be for Aiwa to notice something is wrong, and the greater the crisis facing Jiang Kehan will be.
Time is running out for her.
Chapter 512: Respective Efforts
One, two, and then more.
At first, no one cared why a masked witch would appear in the logistics department from time to time.
And why she always manages to rescue wounded soldiers who were supposed to die in battle.
After all, there are too many witches with some personality, aren't there?
Moreover, the logistics are too busy. Usually, several thousand witches are responsible for a small war zone with hundreds of millions of alien races and tens of thousands of witches, or even more.
Unlike normal racial wars, where the number of logistics personnel usually far exceeds the number of personnel on the front lines.
Each witch is a near-perfect source of productivity, capable of holding several important positions and working tirelessly 24/7 without rest.
As long as their conscience allows, a tiny minority of female support staff can support a war with several times the number of female witches, no matter how intense it is.
As for whether witches have a conscience?
Um, you can actually ask, "There's a limit to exploitation, but there isn't for witches."
Do such a foul-mouthed race even possess something as sacred as conscience?
As long as you don't die, fight to the death!
At worst, my salary will increase tenfold; the main thing is to be extravagant.
However, the witch still held onto her bottom line; at least she could still resign by paying only one day's wages.
Recently, however, everyone in the logistics department has been listless, with dark circles under their eyes, and no mood for conversation. It's rare that they've found common ground to talk about.
"How many do you think that masked witch will be able to save today?"
"We saved ten yesterday, so I think we can save more today. I bet fifteen."
The great witch who asked the question raised an eyebrow and revealed a malicious smile.
"I'll bet twenty. Whoever loses the bet will have to take on an extra production line, how about that?"
Upon hearing that the wager was a production line, the other witches, who were also working overtime, had their eyes light up and started to speak up.
"Ten!"
"two!"
There were even some who randomly shouted out a hundred witches, making one wonder if they had gone crazy from working overtime.
But that's how the betting game was set up.
Until... they saw the silent, masked witch disappear into the teleportation again and again, only to return again and again.
Perhaps at first there were only a dozen or so, but later, the witches who had been rescued by Jiang Kehan and were almost fully recovered also joined her in action.
Thus, hundreds, thousands, from witches to aliens, and many more dying people were brought back here.
No one mentioned the bet again.
As they helped the wounded, they suddenly felt a blockage in their hearts, a sense of bitterness and unease.
Has the situation really gotten this bad?
No, rather—it turns out that even a witch facing true despair can have her eyes dim.
It wasn't because of the injuries he suffered, but because he could only helplessly watch his former close friends and other demon girlfriends die one by one before his eyes.
That feeling of powerlessness that transcends body and mind, and the despair that follows the suppression of anger.
Witches are alright; they can be resurrected in the outside world. At worst, they just can't loot gold in the simulated war this year.
However, their carefully nurtured retinues, those of other races, could enter the deconstruction of all things and achieve sublimation after their deaths.
But memories will also disappear in this process, and even the original identity will vanish completely, almost meaning a final farewell.
Unless one day the other person becomes a witch, they will not be able to regain their past memories.
But it took too long, and the emotions that had been building up inside them came on too quickly.
How can one not be sad? How can one not feel depressed?
How can we continue to remain silent?
Damn it, kill! kill! kill!
That's what they thought before, and that's what they still think now.
But watching that figure stubbornly running through every corner of the war, rescuing countless witches like herself...
In silence, they temporarily put revenge aside and instead followed that stubborn figure.
Because there are more important things for them to do right now.
Jiang Kehan looked at the witches behind her with a sense of helplessness.
Rescue efforts don't require too many people; it's not like we're launching a full-scale attack.
However, they could be sent to a safer war zone to rescue other witches, since they're just idling around anyway.
Moreover, it's obvious to anyone with eyes to see that this year's simulated war is likely to be lost to France.
The opponent has too much of an advantage in the war zone, and there are only a month or so left before the end of the year, making it very difficult to turn the tide.
However, when this matter was mentioned, a witch suddenly clapped her hands and said excitedly.
"It is said that there is also a masked witch who is constantly active on the front line."
Jiang Kehan pricked up her ears and quietly leaned over to eavesdrop.
It's nothing, just showing concern for Li Hui.
"Yes, I've heard of that too."
The speaker glanced at Jiang Kehan, and only spoke after seeing that she had no objections.
It's clear that Jiang Kehan already holds a significant place in their hearts.
"She calls herself Sunset, but why doesn't she use her real name?"
"It seems to be a special effect of the mask on the face. As long as the real name is not revealed, it can block the detection of most witches."
"Let her appear and disappear mysteriously on the front lines, so that those bastards in Fran can't target her."
As for why the witch of Fran is called "Biaozi" (meaning "fierce" or "tough"), it's because her fierceness and complete lack of humanity are the prejudices of the witch of the sun never setting against Fran.
Blatant prejudice.
Actually, the mask was just something I bought randomly on the street and had no special effects at all... Jiang Kehan thought to herself, but she also realized that Li Hui was just making things up.
Recently, Sherlock Mikkelsen has suddenly changed his ways, constantly entangled with Eva and the Dragon Queen, making it difficult for them to escape.
This gives Jiang Kehan and Li Hui enough time to develop.
However, such delays are time-limited and not frequent.
Both sides knew that, compared to determining the direction of the times, the victory in a simulated war was no longer important.
Given the chance, Eva would instantly retreat from the battlefield with Sherlock Mikkelsen and appear before Jiang Kehan.
The premise is that she can distinguish which one is the real Jiang Kehan.
"However, that Sunset guy is indeed quite strong, and has already led many war zones from disadvantage to victory."
"It's amazing that the situation on the front lines is actually improving."
"In fact, some witches, led by her, have already decided to launch a major counterattack."
The witch took out a map and pointed to the Mayfly Shifting War Zone.
"She seemed to be saying that she would lead the other witches to take this place so that we could return home victorious."
"But to be honest, it's a bit of wishful thinking. They'll probably fail if they rely on themselves."
Uh, it's good that I'm not going home before Christmas.
Jiang Kehan scratched her cheek, but the corners of her mouth under the mask curled up slightly.
Chapter 513 The Great Counterattack
“I said, I want you to take victory and glory back for the New Year.”
"And now, our actions are turning this seemingly boastful statement into reality."
"Everyone!"
Li Qishanlin IVVII Shirt" Si Hui glanced at the witches sitting around him, whose strength started at the half-step end stage, and said in a deep voice.
"Our actions tomorrow will change many things."
"The ridicule we have been subjected to, the accusations we have been subjected to, will all be changed."
"Instead, there was cheering and celebration from the outside world, like the Witch of the Sun Never Sets."
She paused, then stood up and slammed her hand heavily on the table.