Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 1332 Lin Yi is petty

About ten minutes after the battle ended, the first group of Kivotos students came down from the city wall.

Their footsteps were as heavy as lead, their boots dragging on the steel plate with a rustling sound. Some sat down on the slope halfway down, some leaned against the railing with their eyes closed, and some hung their gun straps around their necks with their hands hanging at their sides, looking like puppets with their bones removed.

Nomiya walked to the base of the city wall, leaned his gun against the wall, and then collapsed to the ground like a sack of flour.

Bai Zi was still standing next to her, but he wasn't standing straight either. He was leaning slightly forward, his hands supporting his knees, and he was breathing heavily.

"Nomiya, don't lie on the ground, it's cold." Shirako's voice was very soft, as if it were squeezed out of his throat.

"So what if it's cold? I could fall asleep even lying on a block of ice right now." Nomiya said with his eyes closed, his lips twitching. "Shirako, do you think those battles we fought in Kiwatos counted as war?"

"I guess so." Bai Zi thought for a moment. "There are gunfights every day, people get injured every day, and people go to the hospital every day."

“But that’s different.” Nomiya opened his eyes and stared at the gray sky. “Back then, after the war, we could still go eat ramen, buy snacks at convenience stores, and go back to the dorm to shower and sleep. Now look around, all you see is blood and corpses, and there’s not even a place to eat ramen.”

Shiroko remained silent for a moment, then sat down next to Nonomiya.

"You're right, didn't the teacher give us a lot of supplies?"

"Those are ammunition and medical supplies, not ramen."

Shirako turned her head to look at Nomiya, her lips twitching slightly. "You're still thinking about ramen."

"Everyone needs something to look forward to."

Students were sleeping face down all over the city wall. The engineering department's robots would slow down as they passed by, their mechanical arms gently circling around the bodies lying on the ground, as if avoiding a pile of fragile porcelain.

A student in dark combat uniform leaned against a pillar of the watchtower, his helmet askew, his face covered in dust and gunpowder residue.

Her mouth was slightly open, emitting soft snores, and her chest rose and fell slowly with her breathing.

Another student next to him was even more exaggerated. He lay face down on the city wall, his face pressed against the cold steel plate, his hands still in the grip of a gun, his fingers resting on the outside of the trigger guard, like a sculpture frozen in a moment of battle.

When Hina Sorasaki came down from the city wall, her black wings were folded behind her back, and a few downy feathers on the edge of her wings were scorched and curled up. She met Rion, who was directing robots to move ammunition, at the city gate.

"Hina, are you alright?" Rion asked, her tablet displaying the damage to various areas of the fortress.

"It's alright." Hina Sorasaki nodded. "Have the statistics on student casualties been compiled?"

"Six hundred and fifty-three people have returned, and about two thousand one hundred people have minor injuries. The medical tents are still being processed."

Hina Sorasaki was silent for a moment, then said something that made Rion pause.

"Less than I expected."

"You sound a bit like someone from the cycle of reincarnation when you say that."

Hina Sorasaki did not deny it; she simply turned around and looked at the desolate wilderness outside the city walls, soaked in blood and flesh.

The mechanical dogs were cleaning up the corpses, dragging nets that left long trails of blood across the open field, like dark red snakes crawling on the ground.

“Back in Kivotos, we’d retaliate if we seriously injured a classmate. Now that over six hundred people are gone, I can actually accept it.” Hina Sorasaki’s voice was low, as if she were talking to herself.

“That’s because you know they didn’t really die.” Rion pushed up her glasses. “They just returned to the divine realm, waiting for the teacher to summon them again. Death here is no longer the end, but a transit point. This concept has never existed in Kivotos. You haven’t gotten used to it yet, but your subconscious has already helped you get used to it.”

Hina Sorasaki didn't answer; she just stood there, looking at the gray horizon in the distance.

A contractor from the Reincarnation Paradise leaned against an ammunition box, holding a can of beer in his hand. He tilted his head back, took a sip, and then wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

There was a tear in his leather armor that ran from his chest to his abdomen. The edges of the armor plates were curled outwards, revealing the white lining underneath and a dark red bloodstain on it.

"Aren't you going to get your injury checked?" another contractor squatting next to him asked, chewing a pie with a loud crunch.

"What are you looking at? It's just a superficial wound. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"A superficial wound? If this cut were two centimeters deeper, we could see your intestines."

"That's alright. The doctor is in the tent anyway. If things get really bad, we can crawl over there in time."

The squatting contractor swallowed the biscuit and shook his head.

"A person like you will eventually ruin himself."

"Whether you court death or get bitten to death by a monster, it's still death. What's the difference? Since you're going to die anyway, you might as well die a quick and painless death."

Lin Yi walked out of the medical tent, took off his gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin, then walked along the main road into the base camp.

He sent a message on the war channel as he walked.

"King Kong, Bai Ye, come to the restaurant. I have something to say."

After the message was sent, King Kong replied almost instantly.

"Eat? Is there meat?"

"It's not about eating. I have something to do."

"Can't we say it in the channel?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Lin Yi pushed open the restaurant door; there was almost no one inside.

The automated meal dispensing machine was still running, with the robotic arm picking up rice from the steam pool and placing it on a plate, but no one came to collect the food. The plates formed a long queue at the food dispensing point, stretching from the dispensing point all the way to the edge of the food collection area, like a train waiting to depart.

He walked to a seat by the window, took out his terminal from his pocket, and sent another message to Su Xiao.

Have we arrived?

"At the entrance."

The restaurant door was pushed open, and Su Xiao walked in.

"what's up?"

Lin Yi didn't answer immediately; he glanced in the direction of the door.

When King Kong walked in from outside, he had already taken off his leather armor and was only wearing a black tight-fitting undershirt, revealing the gauze underneath.

The gauze was newly changed, and there were a few small patches of pale yellow medicine seeping out from the white gauze.

He plopped down next to Lin Yi, the chair creaking under his weight.

"Speak, what is it? You're keeping me awake in the middle of the night. I just closed my eyes and you woke me up."

Lin Yi looked at him, expressionless.

"What time is it when you close your eyes?"

About five minutes ago.

"Then you didn't sleep for long either."

"Five minutes is still sleep. You interrupted my five minutes of sleep, you have to compensate me."

"How will you compensate me?"

"Treat me to a meal. After this battle is over, when we get back to Workers' Street, you'll treat me to a nice meal."

Lin Yi nodded.

"Okay, let's get down to business now."

King Kong took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it on the table.

"I don't have the habit of not fighting back when someone hits me," Lin Yi said.

King Kong stared at him for two seconds, then slowly a grin spread across his face.

"so what?"

"So the alien commander has just retreated, the troops are resting, and the defensive line has not yet been re-established. According to the principle of harassing the enemy when they are tired, now is the best time to go and kill them." King Kong put the unlit cigarette back in his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling.

"You're going to kill the alien commander? You're a support character, and you're saying you're going to kill the alien commander?"

"I said you go and kill it. I'll stay at headquarters, you go out and slaughter it. Do I look like the kind of person who would rush in and chop people up?"

King Kong chuckled, "You look like the kind of guy who stabs you in the back."

"That was an assassin, I'm a doctor. Doctors don't stab people, doctors sew people up."

Su Xiao picked up the Dragon Slayer from the table and tucked it back into his waistband.

"I'm fine. I didn't get much rest last night before being pulled to guard the city wall, so this is a good opportunity to get some exercise."

King Kong took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Alright. I'm just killing some time anyway, might as well go kill a commander to kill off some boredom. But I have one condition."

"explain."

"After you come back, you'll treat me to two meals, double the amount."

Lin Yi looked at him and remained silent for a second.

"make a deal."

Lin Yi stood up from his chair, walked to the restaurant door, and turned to look at Su Xiao the moment he opened the door.

"You decide on the team size. Don't have too many people; focus on a lean and efficient team. I'll go talk to the dean and have him keep an eye on the headquarters."

Su Xiao nodded, took out his terminal from his pocket, and began filtering personnel in the war channel.

Ten minutes later, five people were standing in the open space in front of the restaurant.

Su Xiao leaned against the wall at the restaurant entrance, the Dragon Slayer Sword hanging at his waist, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

King Kong stood in the center of the open space, stretching his shoulders and neck, his bones making a series of cracking sounds.

The autistic brother and brother stood in the corner, each carrying an iron pipe on their shoulders, with the muzzle of their guns pointing to the ground.

The two did not speak or look at each other, and even their breathing rhythms were the same, like two machines with pre-programmed routines.

The ghost girl squatted on a rock at the edge of the open space, the two rabbit ears on the hood of her pink hoodie swaying gently in the night breeze.

She hugged her knees with both hands, rested her chin on them, and scanned the people around her, looking like a cat perched on a windowsill watching the street scene.

When Lin Yi returned from the dean's place, the five people were already waiting in the open space.

He stopped in front of Su Xiao, took out a folded map from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"The location is on the back of this hill, about 20 kilometers from the main camp. You should go out from here, detour along the east side, avoid the main route of the aliens' retreat, and cut in from the flank. The enemy's defenses will not be too strong; most of their forces have retreated back to their lair to rest, and at most a few thousand ground-dwelling creatures have been left on the perimeter as guards."

Su Xiao unfolded the map, glanced at it, then folded it up and stuffed it into the inner pocket.

Ghost Girl jumped down from the rock, pulled up the hood of her hoodie to straighten the two rabbit ears, and then looked up at Lin Yi.

"Doctor, what do I need to do?"

"You're a perception-type user, so your ghosts can be used to scout ahead. Your job is to scout ahead and check for ambushes. If problems arise, send your ghosts to cover the rear, bombing as many as you can, and then retreat immediately afterward. Don't linger in the fight."

Ghost Girl nodded, her expression serious, but the confusion in her big eyes didn't lessen much.

"What if I accidentally blow up one of my own people while I'm blasting?"

"You should bomb where there are many enemies; your own people won't stand in the middle of the enemy."

"Oh. What if your own people happen to stand in the enemy's camp?"

King Kong, who was standing nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard this.

"Little sister, who would stand in the middle of the enemy for no reason?"

Ghost Girl turned her head to look at King Kong and blinked.

"You."

King Kong opened his mouth, then closed it.

He wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, he realized that he did often charge into enemy lines.

He managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Then just blow it up, just don't kill me."

"Oh." Ghost Girl nodded, her expression unchanged, but the confusion in her eyes seemed to lessen slightly, replaced by a somewhat impolite understanding.

Lin Yi patted Ghost Girl on the shoulder.

"Ignore him, keep blowing things up, he won't die."

King Kong opened his mouth as if to refute, but in the end he swallowed his words.

The autistic boy made a very soft nasal sound from the corner. The sound wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

It was a sound somewhere between a cold snort and a sneer, roughly meaning "serves you right."

King Kong turned to look at the autistic brother.

What are you humming about?

Neither the autistic older brother nor the autistic younger brother spoke.

King Kong stared at them for two seconds, then looked away.

"Fine, you guys are ruthless."

Su Xiao straightened up from the wall and walked towards the camp gate.

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense."

The five people walked towards the camp gate.

King Kong walked in front, Su Xiao followed behind him, the autistic brothers walked side by side on the left, and Ghost Girl jogged to the very back.

Ghost Girl ran a few steps, stopped, looked back at Lin Yi, and waved to him.

"Teacher, I'll bring you a souvenir when I come back."

"The head of the alien commander?"

"That's too fishy, ​​I'll bring you a nice stone instead."

Behind the hill, the alien species' stronghold.

The alien commander lay prone beside the campfire, his forelimbs crossed and folded together.

It had a wound on its neck, left by the assassination squad.

The wound had mostly healed, but the skin around the edges was still slightly red, like a stitched-up mark.

It licked the wound with the tip of its tongue, the barbs on its tongue scraping against the scales with a soft rustling sound.

The alien commander withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the flames.

It was calculating something in its mind—who to attack next.

The wall of the Paradise of Reincarnation was too hard; it was so hard that even after filling it with a million Earth Species, it couldn't create a single breach.

It didn't know how those extraterrestrials had built a fortress in three days, but one thing it was certain of was that if it continued to attack the Paradise of Reincarnation, its troops would all be wiped out within three days, and the wall would still be standing there.

If we can't take this place, then let's try attacking from another direction. (End of Chapter)