Chapter 105 104. If the Public Screen Is Not Banned, I Can Beat the King with Bronze

It is difficult to explain in words whether it is crazy or brainless to suppress the activation of the Kraken's shell with will, then cut open the aorta and bleed for several hours, leaving the highlands dyed red.

But Mo Cheng felt that such behavior was probably useful, at least where the tombstones were filled with the aura of death. The people of the Crazy Legion did not suspect that the blood stains on the ground were traps, but regarded the blood as part of the ritual of summoning the tombstones.

In other words, being on the battlefield with bloodstains is an ordinary thing.

And when these people ignored the blood on the ground and stepped on it, they would never be able to escape the maggot-like flames of the tarsal bones. It is not an ordinary flame, but a boiling fire that ignites the vitality in the blood. It cannot be dispelled or escaped.

Either wait for it to burn out the life force in the blood, or turn it into ashes first.

The ten people who ran quickly and planned to go back to report the news had become torches. Mo Cheng squinted at the sea of ​​​​fire next to him. The wailing sounds had gradually disappeared. The soldiers who had experienced hours of fighting with zombies were suddenly touched by this boiling fire. When the time comes, there is no more power to resist.

Pressing the palm of his hand on the wound of the aorta, 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 Huskar would use his own blood as a weapon. This is of no use to him." Consumption.”

The more injured the berserker's blood is, the stronger it recovers. Even Mo Cheng himself was confused about where the blood on his body was made. Within a few hours, he had already lost more blood than his own weight.

However, at this moment, a strong gust of wind blew away the flames, and the one-eyed commander's burly figure walked out of the flames. His torso was licked by the flames and was withered and scorched black, but there was no sign of pain on his face.

"A very good plan."

With a hoarse voice, the one-eyed commander had completely understood the meaning of Mo Cheng's series of actions at this moment, but he understood it too late.

Hundreds of people could have been allowed to return alive, but now only he was left, his body burned and on the verge of death.

Lure the enemy deep, a simple and practical strategy, and then add an unquenchable flame, it becomes the final kill.

In fact, even if the one-eyed commander left directly with his people, Mo Cheng's goal would have been achieved. His original goal was just to allow the group of people in a dilemma on the mountain to come down.

"You're already injured like this, so stop talking. Wouldn't it be better to just wait for death?"

I don't know if the excessive blood loss caused some confusion in consciousness, so that some words were spoken without going through the brain. Or maybe it's just Mo Cheng's nature, to directly say words that make him feel like a villain.

"Or, because your stupidity ruined all your subordinates, are you going to do something meaningless to the dead before you die to comfort yourself that you did your best?"

Mo Cheng's words were like sharp knives piercing the one-eyed commander's chest.

"They were killed by your incompetence while they were alive. What did you want to do to comfort yourself before dying? Is it because the enemy is too cunning, not because you, the commander, are too incompetent?"

The one-eyed commander's remaining eye flashed, it was a flashback and a life-saving blow. Mo Cheng, who realized that he had been targeted, kept trying to interfere with the other party with trash talk. He knew that he would be the one to suffer if he had a head-on confrontation with the other party.

"I have heard of you, [priest in search of a lover]."

The clergy of the Church of Glory all serve as doctors and healers at the rear. The only clergy who can be seen on the front line is Mo Cheng.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he didn't know if his throat was damaged by the fire. "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, remember. Get up, there is indeed a female knight with blond hair."

"I won't ask you where you came to this nonsense conclusion. Margaret just happened to have something to do with her and I can't let her die."

Mo Cheng, who had been locked and had no way to escape, simply locked the one-eyed commander as well. Both sides continued to concentrate their efforts to kill each other with one blow, but at the same time, they also kept using words to find gaps in each other's heart to achieve interference.

Facts have proved that it is not only Mo Cheng who can say words that disturb others, but also the one-eyed commander. "Then what is worthy of a priest of the Glorious Church exposing his ability to play with death? How important is it for you to use your own blood to kill him?" The whole highland is stained with scarlet? Are you going to find the female knight and propose to her? Or will the wedding be held after the war is over?"

"So you, who misjudged the situation and killed thousands of your subordinates, are going to use your smart mind to speculate on the relationship between the Fantasy Radiant Priest and the female knight? Military life allows you to only think of this aspect?"

The words were trying to interfere with each other, but neither of them was disturbed at all. Either kill the other or be killed, which is a normal thing on the battlefield.

"For a man to risk his career, faith, and even his life for a woman, I really can't think of anything else except love. Priest, you are afraid that after admitting it, your will and belief will become weak and be destroyed. Shall I kill you here?"

"Ha!" Mo Cheng laughed instead, holding a long sword ready to attack, "According to you, I treat many women like this. Is it all love? Half of my eyes are blind, and I can't even see things. His eyesight has also gone blind, no wonder he killed his subordinates."

"I can see that, priest." The one-eyed commander also compressed his power to the edge of explosion, gave up all escape routes, and gave up all possible chances of survival, just to drag the priest in front of him who controlled the holy light and played with death into hell. .

"You are a hopeless playboy and an absolute scumbag."

"Nonsense!"

Moved!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them unleashed their strongest killing moves and the most terrifying power at the same time.

The sword and the sword completely gave up the collision and launched fatal attacks on both sides.

The dragon's eyes opened, exerting boundless pressure, and the momentum of running thousands of miles was like a broken dam, leaving fatal wounds on the one-eyed commander from left to right, extinguishing the fire of his life.

"clang!"

The illusory dragon scales blocked the long sword and shook it away, leaving only a scar on the shoulder of the glorious priest.

But Mo Cheng's expression suddenly changed. The enemy's sword was not weak in strength, but it was far inferior to the opponent's all-out attack.

He fell into a trap!

The one-eyed commander's remaining eyes actually lit up with the glow of magic. They were artificial eyes made with magic craftsmanship.

"Priest, I have conveyed your message."

As he spoke, red fighting spirit exploded all over the commander's body, and his whole body exploded violently like a bomb.

After the smoke and dust passed, Mo Cheng was fine under the protection of the dragon scales, but his face definitely looked ugly.

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