Chapter 102 101. When You Encounter a High-Level Monster that You Cannot Defeat on the Battlefield, You Should Turn Around and Run Away.
After thinking for a while, Mo Cheng made a decision.
"The attitude of the Radiant Church belongs to the Radiant Church. The power is my own. Even the choice of power depends on people's faces? I'm not in good shape!"
He decisively chose the [Tombstone] skill. Although [Nature's Call] was upgraded to the highest level and strengthened to some extent, it was much stronger than [Tombstone], but Mo Cheng also knew that many skills could only be used in a short period of time. With the level of [First Level].
At the same time, the environment is also an important factor. The Vahlan Empire is currently in the flames of war. If you are not careful, you can easily be surrounded and beaten to death by a large army.
Isn’t it because of this that Margaret’s ancestor Windissa was beaten to death by a group of soldiers?
As for the skill [Tombstone], it can be said that it is least afraid of group fights. It is even the type that hopes that the more people there are, the better.
After the skill selection is completed, just as Mo Cheng thought, the improvement from level one to level two is not a gradual process at all, but a complete leap.
Light, pure light surrounded Mo Cheng, as if telling him something, but upon closer inspection, 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 the holy light condensed in his palm. The light that was supposed to have no mass now took the form of mass in Mo Cheng's palm.
As the holy light began to show substance, Mo Cheng found that his blue bar was beginning to plummet with a trend chart of US stock meltdown, and he quickly controlled the holy light entity in his hand and slowly dispersed it.
I don't know if the cold sweat was streaming down his forehead due to excessive consumption or the sudden heart palpitations. Mo Cheng had a feeling that the holy light that had just materialized...
……very dangerous!
It gave him the palpitating feeling he had when he was a child when he was holding an oversized firecracker called [Spring Thunder] and the fuses were almost burned out, but he still held it in his hand without throwing it away.
I remember that one of my relatives kicked the firecracker out of my hand. My hands were swollen for several days, and I was beaten by my parents and in-laws until I couldn't get out of bed for three days.
And the palpitation he felt just now after the Holy Light materialized was much stronger than when he was a child.
"Is this thing planning to tell me the formula E=MC?"
It was a bit different from the passive skill [Dragon Bloodline]. Mo Cheng doubted that if the active skill [Baptism] was not done well, he could be seriously injured in minutes.
The holy light is constantly changing in his hand. Both the [quality] and [quantity] of the holy light have been greatly improved. In Mo Cheng's palm, the holy light is like a living thing. First, there are constantly changing numbers, and then there are a few smart lines. , and then form a simple sketch like a stick figure.
But this was not the limit. The image of the Holy Light continued to deepen and change in Mo Cheng's hands, and a female bust model that was a frequent visitor to the 3D area gradually appeared. But this image lasted for less than a few seconds before Mo Cheng dispelled it on his own.
"Well, I can perform operations with [millimeter] precision. Unfortunately, I'm not particularly good at precision operations."
His own attributes can only support operations at the [millimeter] level at most, but Mo Cheng is particularly dissatisfied, "If it can reach the [micron] level... forget it, that level is only needed by legal professions."
[Micrometer] level operations, even a mage must be in his own mage tower to perform stable operations. As for operations with higher precision and even interfering with the microscopic world, there are naturally some operations, but Mo Cheng has not paid attention to them.
If you want to create an instrument that interferes with the microscopic world, then the mage must not only be of a high class, but also be rich enough. At least one mage tower must be enough to support three others.
In the following time, Mo Cheng began to patrol around the place where he landed. Those who encountered the Crazy Legion decided whether to kill them depending on the number. At the same time, through sneak attacks, massacres, etc., he saved many people who had nothing to do with the war from the Crazy Legion. of civilians.
Under the dramatically improved holy light, none of the crazy legion team that encountered Mo Cheng could withstand the three-second violent offensive. They could only be massacred, just like the innocent people they massacred.
When the people in the Crazy Legion possess what Mo Cheng needs and always have thoughts of killing for unknown reasons, there is no need to guess or say anything about their fate.
It's just that if you walk a lot at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts. When the Crazy Legion finds that the patrols they send out to a certain area are depleted very quickly, they will naturally send people to investigate.
There were several times when he could smell the crazy smell of the elites of the Crazy Legion from a long distance away. Mo Cheng turned around and ran away, not giving those elites a chance to outflank and attack at all.
A team with almost full sixth-level combat power, led by a seventh-level soldier, Mo Cheng only had a hard time confronting them head-on.
According to Mo Cheng's calculations, if he wanted to kill a seventh-tier strongman head-on, he would have to upgrade at least three to four of his skills to level two without the other party escaping.
Or upgrade [Dragon Bloodline] to level three.
After rescuing a large number of civilians and sending them off the battlefield, and escaping several times from the elites of the Crazy Legion, Mo Cheng unknowingly became famous on this battlefield.
Because he always asked people about Margaret's whereabouts every time he rescued someone, Mo Cheng got an incomprehensible title, "Priest looking for his lover".
According to Rubin, who came from time to time to take innocent civilians away from the battlefield, that is, the poor thief from the [Organ Hand] before, there were even bards in the rear who made up stories and songs to sing in taverns.
At night, Mo Cheng had no harvest all day today. In fact, after the Crazy Legion dispatched an elite team in this area, Mo Cheng never had as rich a harvest as the first day.
The Mad Legion are not fools, on the contrary, they are very smart. After making changes to the patrol route of each team, once a team is attacked, at least three teams will appear around to provide support.
If Mo Cheng didn't run fast enough, he could easily be dragged into a siege. Once he was delayed, the elite team would have time to arrive, and the other party would have enough time to lay out Mo Cheng's body. A little look.
Pushing open the door of the temporary residence with an unlucky look, Mo Cheng found Rubin sitting on the table, eating fruit that he didn't know where it came from.
Without thinking, he snatched the fruit from Rubin's hand and took a big bite. The refreshing juice moistened his dry throat.
"Tell me, where are you going? How many are you going to kill?"
As a member of the [Organ Hands], Rubin remains neutral in this war, but they will also send personnel to treat and relocate innocent civilians. Rubin's stealth skills are indeed very poor, but he has an organization, and he can get a lot of information by relying on the organization.
So in many cases, Rubin provided information, and as a price, Mo Cheng took action to solve some problems and handed over the rescued civilians to Rubin for resettlement.
"I'm not asking for your help this time, I've found the person you're looking for."
"Margaret, she's in a bad way."
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