Chapter 97: Died from the top's hardness, unable to pull through
"Are you looking for me?"
In the darkness, a man who seemed to be a clergyman from the Church of Light . The reason he was called "seemingly" was because the officer was not sure that the clergyman from the Church of Light would wear overly ornate clerical robes.
Moreover, he was also unsure whether the means of concealing one's breath, which was better than that of a thief, was really possessed by a clergyman of the Church of Light.
"Who are you?"
"Mo Cheng, a clergyman of the Glorious Church."
Mo Cheng had a smile on his face, but it brought heavy pressure to the officer. His intuition, honed by long battles, told him that the thing in front of him who claimed to be a clergyman of the Glorious Church was not a clergyman of the Glorious Church at all.
Those professions that had no combat effectiveness on the battlefield had already been arranged to treat the wounded in the rear, and it was impossible for them to come to the border of the front line.
" What ?"
All of his men stood there as if dead, without moving at all, which made the officer begin to suspect whether Mo Cheng was a wizard, a wizard who used the human mass immobilization spell to imprison his men.
"Can't you see yourself?" Mo Cheng pointed to his eyes. "If you don't need your eyes, you can donate them to people in need."
Snap, snap!
As Mo Cheng spoke, the officer heard a series of sounds of something falling to the ground, and then several of his men around him fell to the ground. At the same time, an extremely familiar smell occupied his sense of smell.
The officer was very familiar with this smell; he had created this smell many times in recent days.
Smell of blood!
And this is not a bloody smell that only one person can have.
With the light of the torches, the officer finally saw clearly what had happened to his men. Some had their hearts taken out, and some had their heads twisted 180 degrees.
Some of them had their heads grown onto their bellies, while others simply turned into pieces on the ground.
Various ways of dying, even ones that challenged the officers' imagination, were laid out before them, and at the same time, a heavy hammer struck the officers' hearts hard.
"Don't come over here !"
Immediately, with a loud shout, the officer reached out and pulled over a bound child, and placed a sword across his neck, "Come over here and I'll kill him."
I still have hostages in my hands and there is still a chance to escape.
"Don't panic." Mo Cheng still had a smile on his face. "Hostages are only useful when the difference between the two sides is not too big, but with the gap between you and me, hostages have lost their meaning."
"You'll gain nothing by doing this except angering me."
"If you don't believe me, just look."
The officer naturally didn't believe it, but Mo Cheng showed him a strong piece of evidence - an arm that was still on the officer's body in the last second, left the officer's body forever when Mo Cheng signaled.
"You seem to think you can get away with it, but have you ever thought of one thing?"
The devilish words rang out again, like the most vicious curse from hell, echoing in the officer's brain, telling the cruelest truth in the most blasphemous language.
"You are already dead."
In an instant, the officer's entire body swelled up like a huge balloon, and then the blood and internal organs burst the balloon-like skin. The whole person turned inside out, with his internal organs exposed.
Even Mo Cheng, the creator of this scene, couldn't help but feel his stomach churning when he saw it. The assassination skills of the Shadow Sect, combined with the ability to hunt shadows in the dark night, made Mo Cheng a different kind of torture master.
“Pah pah pah pah!”
There was the sound of clapping. Following the sound, a red-haired man was leaning against a big tree not far away. He was clapping his hands while looking at Mo Cheng's [Masterpiece].
"Oh, trouble again." He said as if complaining, and then a light flashed in Mo Cheng's hand, breaking the ropes on everyone's bodies, and at the same time he healed their skin wounds.
"Take that crappy thief as far away as possible."
The red-haired man was very powerful , and he did not come with good intentions. Mo Cheng was not sure that he could protect this group of old, weak and sick people while fighting with him.
The thief and the villagers left decisively. In this period, if you want to survive, you must make decisive decisions. No one tried to stay and drag Mo Cheng down.
"Aren't you going to follow them?" the red-haired man said, "There's a team patrolling ahead. If we run into them, we'll all die."
"Follow me, and then let you stab me in the back?"
The red-haired man's malicious intent was barely concealed. Mo Cheng didn't need to know who the other person was. It was enough to know that he was an enemy.
The enemy must be dealt with.
"Before we start, let me ask you something." Mo Cheng gestured with his hands, "Have you ever seen a person who is about eighteen to twenty years old, half a head shorter than me. He has blond hair, long legs, and speaks and behaves in an aristocratic manner."
Mo Cheng crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the red-haired man in the light of the fire, ignoring the terrifying and eerie atmosphere of the corpses all around him.
The current scene was caused by him. If we talk about horror and weirdness, then he is the scariest one.
The red-haired man shook his head, "I haven't seen him. Is he your partner?"
Hearing this question, Mo Cheng's face became more amiable. "Hahaha, how is that possible? You really know how to joke. I would love to do that. That way, I can at least save thirty years of hard work."
It was as if the two of them were discussing some boys' topics, but the aura between them kept rising as they got closer and closer, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not the type to talk nicely.
The fighting spirit and murderous aura clung to the red-haired man, and his deliberate presence made the other party dare not look away, let alone act rashly.
"That woman's family is good?"
"At 20, she's the head of the capital's airborne law enforcement agency. Her mother has hundreds of thousands of troops guarding the borders, but her mother's name isn't very auspicious."
"You seem concerned for that person's safety."
"That's not the case. The main thing is that if I want to run back, I have to find her. Even if I can run back by myself, her mother may not believe that I didn't do something behind her back. I can't beat her..."
As the two people got closer, there was an inevitable pause in the conversation.
Mo Cheng clenched his fists, and the red-haired man grasped the hilt of the sword tightly.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The distance was getting closer and closer, and when both sides were within their ideal attack range, they moved at the same time.
A cold light cut through the night sky, and the sharp sword left an inch-long wound on Mo Cheng's body, while the blade was tightly clamped by the muscles.
It was only then that the red-haired man discovered with horror that the strength displayed by Mo Cheng was far superior to his.
A fist occupied the red-haired man's entire vision and consciousness. With a dull sound, the headless corpse fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
"I've noticed you hiding away for a long time. I was afraid you'd run away, so I showed weakness. Don't take it seriously."
