Chapter 101: If you encounter a high-level monster that you cannot defeat on the battlefield, it is best to turn around and run away
After thinking for a while, Mo Cheng made a decision.
"The attitude of the Glorious Church is that of the Glorious Church. The power is mine. Do I have to depend on others to decide my power? My legs and feet are not in good condition!"
He decisively chose the [Tombstone] skill. Although [Nature's Call] was upgraded to the highest level and strengthened to be much stronger than [Tombstone] to some extent, Mo Cheng also knew that many skills could only be at the [Level 1] level in a short period of time.
At the same time, the environment is also an important factor. The Vahlan Empire is now in the midst of war, and if one is not careful, it is easy to be surrounded and beaten to death by the army.
Wasn’t it because of this that Margaret’s ancestor, Wendissa, was beaten to death by the army?
The skill [Tombstone] can be said to be the least afraid of a group fight environment. It is even the type that hopes to have as many people as possible.
The skill selection was completed. Just as Mo Cheng thought, the upgrade from skill level one to level two was not a gradual process, but a leap-forward improvement.
Light, pure light surrounded Mo Cheng, as if telling him something, but when he listened carefully, there was no sound except his own breathing.
But Mo Cheng felt it, felt the increase in power, felt this holy light that was even more unreasonable than magic.
Mo Cheng raised his arm, and holy light condensed in his palm. The light that should have been massless now appeared in the palm of Mo Cheng, with mass.
As the holy light began to take on substance, Mo Cheng discovered that his blue bar was starting to plummet in a trend similar to that of a U.S. stock market circuit breaker. He quickly controlled the holy light entity in his hand and slowly dispersed it.
Mo Cheng had a feeling that the materialized holy light just now...
...very dangerous!
It gave him the same palpitation as when he was a child, holding an extra-large firecracker called "Spring Thunder", the fuse was almost burned out, but he still held it in his hand and didn't throw it away.
I remember that it was a relative who kicked the firecrackers out of my hand, causing my hand to be swollen for several days. I was also beaten by my parents and in-laws and could not get out of bed for three days.
The palpitations he felt after the holy light materialized were much stronger than when he was a child.
"Is this thing going to tell me the formula of E=MC^2?"
It was a little different from the passive skill [Dragon Bloodline]. Mo Cheng doubted that if the active skill [Baptism] was not used properly, he could be seriously injured in a matter of minutes.
The holy light kept changing in his hands, and both its quality and quantity had undergone a leap forward. In Mo Cheng's palms, it was like a living thing. First, it was constantly changing numbers, then a few lively lines, and then formed a simple sketch like a stickman.
But this was not the limit. The holy light image continued to change in Mo Cheng's hands, and gradually a female half-body model of a frequent visitor to the 3D zone appeared. However, this image did not last for more than a few seconds before it was dispelled by Mo Cheng himself.
"Well, it can perform operations with a precision level of [millimeter]. Unfortunately, I'm not particularly good at precision operations."
Its own attributes can only support [millimeter] level operations at most, but Mo Cheng is not satisfied, "If it can reach [micrometer] level... forget it, that level is only needed by magic professions."
For [micrometer] level operations, even a mage has to perform stable operations in his own mage tower. As for operations with higher precision, or even interference with the microscopic world, there are of course such operations, but Mo Cheng has never paid attention to them.
If one wants to create an instrument that interferes with the microscopic world, then the mage must not only be of a high rank, but also be wealthy enough. His mage tower must be at least three times as strong as others.
In the following time, Mo Cheng began to patrol around the place where he landed. When he encountered people from the Mad Legion, he decided whether to kill them depending on the number of people. At the same time, he saved many civilians who had nothing to do with the war from the Mad Legion through sneak attacks and massacres.
Under the rapidly increasing holy light, no one in the Crazy Legion team that encountered Mo Cheng could withstand the three-second violent attack. They could only be slaughtered, just like those innocent people they slaughtered.
When the people of the Mad Legion have what , and for unknown reasons always have the idea of killing, there is no need to guess or say much about their fate.
However, it is inevitable to encounter ghosts if you walk too much at night. When the Crazy Legion finds that the patrol teams they sent out to a certain area are consumed very quickly, they will naturally send people to investigate.
There were several times when he could smell the madness of the elite soldiers of the Crazy Legion from a long distance, and Mo Cheng simply turned around and ran, not giving those elite soldiers any chance to outflank and attack him.
Mo Cheng would have to be crazy to confront a team with almost all sixth-tier combat power led by a seventh-tier fighter.
According to Mo Cheng's calculations, if he wanted to kill a seventh-level warrior head-on, assuming that the opponent did not run away, at least three or four of his skills would have to be upgraded to level two.
Or you could upgrade [Dragon Bloodline] to level three.
After rescuing a large number of civilians and sending them out of the battlefield, and escaping from the elite troops of the Crazy Legion several times, Mo Cheng had unknowingly become a little famous on this battlefield.
Because he asked people about Margaret's whereabouts every time he rescued someone, Mo Cheng was given an incomprehensible title, "The Priest Looking for His Lover."
According to Rubin, the lousy thief known as the "Organ Hand", who would come from time to time to take innocent civilians away from the battlefield, there were even bards in the rear who made up stories and songs about it and sang them in taverns.
At night, Mo Cheng had no harvest the whole day. In fact, after the Crazy Legion sent an elite team to this area, Mo Cheng never had such a rich harvest as the first day.
The Crazy Legion was not stupid, on the contrary they were very smart. After making changes to the patrol routes of each team, once a team was attacked, at least three teams would appear around to provide support.
If Mo Cheng didn't run fast enough, he would easily be dragged into a beating. Once he was delayed, the elite team would have time to arrive, and the opponent would have enough time to arrange Mo Cheng's body into ninety-nine and eighty-one small shapes.
Mo Cheng pushed open the door of this temporary residence with a gloomy look on his face, only to find Rubin sitting at the table, eating some fruit that he didn't know where it came from.
Without thinking, he snatched the fruit from Rubin's hand, took a big bite, and the refreshing juice moistened his dry throat.
"Tell me, where are you going? How many people do you want to kill?"
As a member of the Organ Hands, Rubin remained neutral in the war, but would also send personnel to treat and transfer innocent civilians. Rubin's stealth skills were indeed poor, but he had an organization behind him and could get a lot of information.
So in many cases, Rubin provided intelligence, and in return Mo Cheng took action to eliminate some tough guys and handed over the rescued civilians to Rubin for resettlement.
"This time I'm not asking you for help, I've found the person you're looking for."
"Margaret, she's in a very bad condition."
