Chapter 1185: After one factory explodes, subsequent explosions will follow one after another
Accompanied by a violent explosion, Mo Cheng and Pallas turned their backs to the flames and explosions, and moved away from the industrial area behind them step by step.
After finding what she wanted, Pallas unceremoniously activated the self-destruction program of the underground base, and the Forerunner ruins were reduced to ashes in the explosion.
Recalling Pallas's very skilled method at that time, Mo Cheng couldn't help but ask, "You seem to be very good at this method of finding something and then blowing it up directly."
"I am the patron saint of the military and the goddess of victory. When you have captured an enemy building but cannot occupy it for long, the most appropriate method is to burn it and destroy it to prevent the enemy from using it again."
Pallas explained it calmly, as if this method was very common, "You should be very familiar with this method."
familiar?
Mo Cheng thought carefully about his past experiences in the [Foreign Land], shook his head and denied it, "That's not the case. Seizing buildings is meaningless to me. Most of the time, I would just kill my way through the streets, take off the target's head, and then turn around and kill my way out of the city."
Many times, the assassination method used by Mo Cheng is the most violent Nie Zheng style assassination, also known as the [White Rainbow Piercing the Sun] style assassination.
After completing the mission objective, Mo Cheng would usually swagger out of the city with the target's head in his hand.
Although there are some assassination missions in the Shadow Sect that do not allow the assassin to reveal his identity, Mo Cheng basically will not touch that kind of mission.
"Compared to investigating the target's residence, habits, weaknesses, and the security of the residence, which are unnecessary things, I still prefer a more direct approach."
As he spoke, Mo Cheng stopped, and not only him, but Pallas also stopped.
On the seemingly empty road ahead, Mo Cheng sensed murderous intent.
They were not just any ordinary assassin masters. If Mo Cheng guessed correctly, they should be the saint-level hunting team indicated by the system.
Pallas put on the hood of her windbreaker, and a faint glow appeared on her hands. "Ten people, should be two teams, can you handle them all?"
It was a meaningless question, because at this moment Mo Cheng's figure had disappeared, and in the next moment, a hurricane suddenly arose out of nowhere.
The strong wind blew through the road, created deep gullies, broke trees, and caused countless debris to escape from the embrace of the earth and rush into the sky.
In the violent atmosphere, a slight smell of blood spread. When facing Mo Cheng's violent charge, the confident or careless members of the Saint-level hunting team completely turned into a pool of cell fluid and merged into the environment.
Just one charge resulted in the loss of more than half of the team's members.
"You can use your trump cards now, or die here."
Seeing that only three people were left out of the ten, Mo Cheng shook off the blood or brain matter on his palms and fingertips. No matter what it was, it didn't matter.
It didn't matter that Pallas was besieged by another team that suddenly appeared. Mo Cheng believed in the strength of the goddess of war, and Pallas, holding a spear and a shield, stabbed the two attackers through in an instant.
The important thing is that he can feel something at this moment.
A sense of threat.
There is something hidden that poses a threat to him.
The source of the sense of threat is very unique. It comes from outer space, or to be more specific, from the top of the Tower of Babel.
At the top of the Tower of Babel, something was locking him tightly, and the threat that Mo Cheng felt came from here.
The team members did not speak, but silently and firmly launched an attack on Mo Cheng.
This is undoubtedly a mistake, a very serious mistake .
For the team members without any trump cards facing Mo Cheng, it would be like a rabbit charging towards a tiger, and death would be the only outcome.
And this death will inevitably be accompanied by incomparable tragedy.
His palm lightly inserted into the body of an enemy. The flesh that had been tempered and genetically enhanced was no different from mud in front of Mo Cheng.
Even if this body is wearing the forerunner's protective gear, it is just a slightly harder shell covering the soft mud.
Mo Cheng didn't spend much time dealing with the hunting team sent by the Organization.
And when Pallas was being besieged, she used the properties of her windbreaker.
The whole person suddenly disappeared in the material world, and at the same time, the tip of the spear suddenly pierced through the flesh of the hunting team member.
There was no possibility of escape, no power to resist. In front of Pallas, the hunting team was as fragile as babies.
Appearing from nothingness, Pallas looked up at the Tower of Babel. She also felt some kind of substantial threat coming from the Tower of Babel. "It seems that your actions have angered the people on that tower."
"Your words put me in a lower position than the other party. Is there a possibility?"
Mo Cheng showed a ferocious smile on his face, like a beast that found its prey. "The other party is afraid that I will take the next step, so he is so angry. Otherwise, why didn't he use the weapons on that building to attack me? Does he think it is not environmentally friendly enough?"
If Mo Cheng can feel threatened, it means that the opponent's attack will definitely not be hindered by distance.
As he was speaking, the Tower of Babel emitted an invisible wave, which swept over in an instant.
However, this fluctuation did not have any obvious killing power, but rather seemed like some kind of signal.
Soon, Mo Cheng knew what this fluctuation represented.
The earth began to shake, and then the noise of waves was heard, but it was soon discovered that this was not the sound of waves, but the battle cry of orcs.
Orcs, Uruk-Ogs, Ogres, a green wave surged towards Mo Cheng and Pallas.
How many legions of various orcs are there?
One hundred thousand?
Two hundred thousand?
No one knows the exact number, but one thing is certain: when these creatures, these species born appear on the battlefield, there will be no such thing as prisoners and spoils.
They will kill any living thing in sight and destroy everything in sight.
The orcs' thick skin was enough to resist sniper rifle fire, while the ogres, who were the tallest and strongest and exuded an evil aura, could take direct hits from missiles and survive.
These evil lives created by unknown technology cannot be killed by simple fire and explosion. Even the sunlight, their natural enemy, cannot do anything to them.
"Okay, I see."
Mo Cheng shrugged, "Someone blew up our own orc manufacturing factory."
