Chapter 104 If the public screen hadn’t been banned, I could have beaten the King in bronze
It is difficult to explain in words whether it is crazy or stupid to use one's will to suppress the activation of the Siren's shell, then cut the aorta to bleed for several hours, and let the whole high ground dyed red.
But Mo Cheng felt that such behavior was most likely useful. At least at the tombstone filled with the breath of death, the people of the Crazy Legion did not suspect that the bloodstains on the ground were a trap, but regarded the blood as part of the ritual to summon the tombstone.
Or, in other words, bloodstains on a battlefield are themselves a very common thing.
When these people ignored the blood on the ground and stepped on it, they would definitely not be able to escape the flames that were like maggots on the tarsal bones. It was not an ordinary flame, but a boiling fire that ignited the vitality in the blood. It could not be dispelled or escaped.
Either wait for it to burn out the vitality in your blood, or turn yourself into ashes first.
The ten who were running fast and planning to go back to report the news have become torches. Mo Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at the sea of fire beside him. The wailing sounds had gradually disappeared. The soldiers who had already experienced fighting zombies for several hours no longer had the strength to resist when they encountered the boiling fire.
He pressed his palm on the wound of the aorta, and the holy light began to heal the wound. Mo Cheng couldn't help but mutter, "With the blood of the Berserker, it's no wonder that the divine warrior Huska would use his own blood as a weapon. It doesn't cost him anything at all."
The more damage the Berserker's blood suffers, the stronger it recovers. Even Mo Cheng himself was wondering where the blood in his body came from. Within a few hours, he had released more blood than his own weight.
However, at this moment, a strong wind blew away the flames, and the burly figure of the one-eyed commander walked out of the flames. His body was dry and charred by the flames, but there was no sign of pain on his face.
"That's a good plan."
With a hoarse voice, the one-eyed commander had now completely understood the meaning of Mo Cheng's series of actions, but he understood it too late.
Originally, hundreds of people could have returned alive, but now only he was left, his body burnt and on the verge of death.
Lure the enemy deep into your territory, a simple and practical strategy, and then add an unquenchable flame to create the final killing blow.
In fact, even if the one-eyed commander took his men away directly, Mo Cheng's goal would have been achieved. His original purpose was only to allow the group of people who were in a dilemma on the mountain to come down.
"Since you're already injured like this, don't say anything. Wouldn't it be better for you to just wait to die?"
I don't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss that made his consciousness a little blurry, so that some words came out without thinking. Or maybe it was just Mo Cheng's nature, and he said the words that made him look like a villain.
"Or, since you have killed all your subordinates because of your own stupidity, are you planning to do something meaningless to the dead before you die, to comfort yourself that you have done your best?"
Mo Cheng's words were like sharp knives, piercing the one-eyed commander's chest.
"They were killed by your incompetence when . What do you want to do to comfort yourself before you die? Is it because the enemy is too cunning, not because you, the commander, are too incompetent?"
The one-eyed commander's remaining eye flashed with a gleam of light, a last-ditch effort. Mo Cheng realized that he had been locked in and kept using trash talk to try to interfere with the opponent. He knew that if he went head-on with the opponent, he would be the one to suffer.
"I've heard of you, [Priest Seeking Lover]."
The clergy of the Church of Light were all serving as doctors and healers in the rear, and the only priest who could be seen on the front line was Mo Cheng.
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and I don't know if it was because the fire burned his throat. "It seems that the rumors are true. In order to find his lover, he went to the front line of the battlefield. In other words, your lover is in the mountain I surrounded. I remember that there is indeed a golden-haired female knight."
"I won't ask you where you came to this ridiculous conclusion. I just happened to have something to do with Margaret, and I couldn't let her die."
Having been locked in and unable to escape, Mo Cheng simply locked onto the one-eyed commander as well. Both sides continued to concentrate their strength in an attempt to kill each other with one blow, but at the same time they also continued to use words to find the gaps in each other's hearts in order to interfere.
It turns out that Mo Cheng is not the only one who can interrupt others. The one-eyed commander can do it, too. "So what is it that is worthy of a priest of the Church of Glory exposing his ability to play with death? How important is it that would allow you to dye the entire highland scarlet with your own blood? Do you plan to find that female knight and propose to her? Or will you hold the wedding after the war is over?"
"So you, who misjudged the situation and killed thousands of your men, are going to use your clever brain to guess what the relationship between the Fantasy Radiant Priest and the female knight must be? Military life has only allowed you to associate this aspect?"
Both were trying to distract each other with words, but neither of them was distracted at all. Either they killed the other or were killed. That was the most normal thing on the battlefield.
"A man who is willing to risk his career, faith, and even his life for a woman can only think of love for me. Priest, are you afraid that after you admit it, your will and faith will become weak, and I will kill you here?"
"Ha!" Mo Cheng laughed instead, holding a long sword ready to strike, "According to what you said, I do this to many women. Is it all love? Half of your eyes are blind, and even your perspective on things is blind. No wonder you killed your subordinates."
"I can see that, Priest." The one-eyed commander also compressed his strength to the brink of explosion. He gave up all escape routes and all chances of survival, just to pull the priest who controlled the holy light and played with death in front of him into hell together.
"You are an incurable playboy and a true scumbag."
“Nonsense!”
Moved!
In an instant, the two of them simultaneously unleashed their strongest killing moves and the most terrifying power.
The swords completely gave up the collision and launched fatal attacks on both sides.
The dragon opened its eyes, exerting boundless pressure. The sword, which had accumulated strength for thousands of miles, was like a burst dam, leaving fatal wounds on the one-eyed commander from left to right and extinguishing his life.
"clang!"
The illusory dragon scales blocked the sword and shook it away, leaving only a scar on the shoulder of the glorious priest.
But Mo Cheng's expression suddenly changed. The power of the enemy's sword was not weak, but it was far less than the attack launched by the other party with all his might.
He fell into the trap!
The one-eyed commander's only remaining eye was actually glowing with magical light. It was an artificial eyeball made using magical craftsmanship.
"Priest, I have delivered your message."
As he spoke, the commander's entire body burst into flames of red fighting spirit, and he exploded violently like a bomb.
After the smoke and dust settled, Mo Cheng was fine under the protection of the dragon scales, but his face definitely did not look good.
