Chapter 418 The True Leader Should Stand in Front of the Believers

Time goes back five hours.

On the side of the alley surrounded by police cars, a group of seemingly ordinary men stood at the street corner and blended into the crowd.

The leading man was called Mikram, one of the few cleaners of the Church of the Undead in this city.

The cleaners were equivalent to killers trained by the church, specializing in dirty work. They had many believers with excellent combat effectiveness as shields and bullets under their command, and they would only go out in person when they had no choice.

Mikram looked at the police who were handling the case, and the latter appeared in another dirty alley a few minutes later.

"It should be your people who died."

The police took out a photo of Mosimgones and handed it over.

Mikram took the photo and nodded to confirm.

The police took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and held it in his mouth, saying at the same time: "If your people want to fight and make trouble, don't make it too big. This morning, you blew up the alien office and caused a big incident. We can't clean up your ass."

Pah pah...

The lighter was out of oil.

Mikram took out a match, struck a flame and lit the other party's cigarette.

The police took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and said, "Anyway, you should be careful. We are also overwhelmed by the new mayor, so we should be quiet recently."

Mickram nodded.

After he and the others watched the police leave, someone said, "Mosimgones found the location of Sol's 'blessing', but he didn't see anyone there, so he notified us to look for it somewhere else and got separated."

In fact, it was because the sales car was invisible at the time that Mosimgones didn't find it, otherwise there would be at least a dozen believers surrounding Li Nuo and his group.

Mickram didn't say anything, he waved his hand.

"Keep following Sol's movements, I'm going to work."

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Mickram went home after get off work.

He works as an architect, a decent job.

"Oh, Mikram, working overtime again?"

After returning to the neighborhood where he lived, the old man watering the flowers on the roadside greeted him warmly.

"Yeah... architects work overtime all day, and they don't get overtime pay."

"How about we hold a banner to protest someday? I'll help you get people."

"See what you said..."

Mickram scratched his head with a smile.

"The company has its own unspeakable difficulties, so it's not necessary."

"Of course it's necessary, I tell you!"

The old man paused in the middle of his words because his wife walked out of the house.

"You are instigating young people to make trouble for the government again."

"Aunt, uncle didn't, he just helped me to fight for justice."

"What's fighting for justice... Take it, these are fresh vegetables I grew in my backyard."

Mickram took the vegetables, smiled and nodded, then turned and left.

"I have to go home to cook."

The two old people couldn't help sighing as they watched him leave.

"What a good child."

Mickram lives in an area where the middle class gathers in the city. His life is not rich, but he has a decent job so his life is very good.

The neighbors have a good impression of him. This is a man who has no parents since childhood but has changed his life through his own efforts.

Mikram entered his house, and the smell of barbecue came from the kitchen.

"Wash your hands, change your shoes, and eat!" The pleasant voice of his wife came from the kitchen.

He has a very good wife.

In this patriarchal society, his wife not only has a decent job, but also never complains about too much housework.

Mikram found that he had a rich meal today.

"What's the good news?"

"You guess~"

His wife walked out of the house with a pot of fragrant stew in her hand.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Hello."

Mikram picked up the phone.

"At eight o'clock, the relief house on the west side was slaughtered. It was made by sacrifices. Clean up the sacrifices on your side as soon as possible, at the cost of your life. Get on the bus tomorrow. You may not be able to come back this time. Pack up your things."

Click.

He put down the phone.

"What's wrong?"

His wife asked.

Mikram lowered his head. He had many titles in his life, and the most important one was still the cleaner of the cult.

"Guess what surprise I prepared for you?"

The wife's chin rested lightly on Mikram's shoulder.

"Mina."

"Hmm~"

"I'm going on a business trip this time and may not be able to come back. Are you willing to go with me?"

"Of course."

Mikram hugged his wife.

"Great, then you don't have to die, just being with me forever is enough."

"Ah?"

Before the wife's strange emotions came up, her body had been pierced by a hand.

The woman's last glance was just to see her husband's bloody hand pulled out of her body, and the last thing she heard was:

"I will absorb you and bring you eternal life."

Mikram's face opened up spider web-like cracks, and the split mouthparts on his face bit his wife's body into his mouth.

"This way we can be together forever."

This is the cult. People who have slept with each other for many years can be killed without any psychological burden. For them, it is not to erase the existence of their loved ones, but to take their loved ones to a better place together.

Mikram packed up his clothes for killing. The black woolen coat was fragrant, and the blood was washed away by his wife's hard work. At the head of the bed, he saw a list.

His wife was pregnant.

Mikram's eyes were cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"The cleaner is indeed not an ordinary person."

At night, the "companion" who is also a believer teased Mikram like this.

"Is that all these people?"

Mikram didn't care at all, looking at the group of believers standing in front of him with doubts on their faces.

In the dark alley, a woman wearing round sunglasses leaned against the wall, tilting her body and smiling. Her short hair and slim-fitting black clothes set off her alluring face and figure, but no one had the slightest desire for this guy.

The woman smiled and said, "At eight o'clock, the sacrifice made a scene in the almshouse and killed all three liquidators."

Mikram understood that there were only eight liquidators in the city, plus he had five more people. They had other plans. The remaining people were thinking of ways to hunt the sacrifices, and the movements during the day told them that the church could not It's easy to attack continuously, which is not good for the leader they imprisoned in prison.

If Phil from the "End Corridor" hadn't made such a fuss, perhaps there would have been dozens of people present, and even four cleaners would have arrived directly.

"After the mission is over, will you get on the train tomorrow morning?"

"Well, follow the order."

"Understood."

"By the way, your family members?"

The woman pressed her sunglasses down with her fingers, and a pair of purple pupils scanned everyone.

"Already processed."

Mikram answered for everyone.

The woman nodded slightly, and black mist rose up around her body, turning into a thick black bat-shaped smoke.

"Try to kill the sacrifices here. If they get into the car, it will cause a lot of trouble later."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was swept into the sky by the black mist.

She transforms into a bat, a giant bat surrounded by mist that blends into the night sky, so that if it were to fly by on a clear day, the sunlight would be blocked by her wings.

Decades ago, an event brought the Church of the Undead into contact with the blood of vampires, and they used the abilities of vampires to create messengers.

Because of the vampire's ability to repair the body, the messenger achieved "immortality" from another perspective.

Whether they are cleaners or ordinary believers, in their eyes, the messenger who can transform into a bat is one of the highest beliefs.

…

The woman flew into the sky and discovered something strange.

That thing stands on the roof of a certain restaurant and looks like a ○○.

This made her wonder: Are all sculptures these days such blatant performance art?

Next to the prototype of the "Armstrong Swinging Accelerated Armstrong Cannon", a series of conversations took place that determined the fate of the woman.

"Leader, found the bat."

"Male or female?"

"The kind that can give birth to children."

"Hit it down gently."

"Master, why do you have to beat down the mother gently?"

"How can you use it if it's broken?"

"The leader is wise!"

"snort."

"But, Master, the prototype of the 'Armstrong Rotating Armstrong Cannon' only has one shell, and the cooling time needs two to three days."

"Do you know what a trial type is? Just use it and throw it away."

"The leader has great wisdom!"

It doesn't matter what the woman's name is anymore. In a harem comic or novel, she might become a whitewashed villain because she had a miserable childhood and was still a virgin.

But Marger would never let the bats fly into the sky and disturb the kite flying freely in the dark clouds. That was the kite that only he could see.

Marjie wants to open a harem, and he dreams of embracing her.

Therefore, he has always been very gentle towards women. He will address women except Nanami as "Miss" or "Ms.", which is the gentleness that belongs only to Marger.

Unknowingly, many women will be affected by his gentleness. In fact, he has already opened a harem, but he doesn't know it.

Since meeting Sawa, he gave up the greatest dream for a man, go to the harem, I only want Sawa.

Even so, Marger will still leave gentleness to women.

"Just hit her with a cannon and cripple her. Send some believers down below to catch her safely. Treat her quickly and send her to the hospital. We must respect the laws of this city. Then we can go and talk to her together in the middle of the night. Really If she is stubborn, then she will have to be dealt with by the damn demon hunter. I don’t think anyone wants to see that situation.”

Marger said sadly.

He seemed to see a scene of a good woman being dismantled by Li Nuo, and everything was ruined.

Cultists handed him tissues.

"Master, great love."

"Master, great love."

"Master, great love."

"Master, great love."

boom!

Amid the praise, the "Armstrong Spin-Accelerating Armstrong Cannon" blasted the woman down.

She explodes like fireworks.

The whole person fell to the ground in confusion.

You know, even a trial-type cannon can penetrate the barrier of Chuangjie Mountain. Of course, this cannon is not as outrageous as Uncle Henry's.

[Prototype Armstrong swing-type accelerating Armstrong cannon]

[Quality: Excellent (because it has been used before)]

[Effect: Fire one gao丨wan at a time. As a cannonball, the ammunition is Emil's head. After one use, it's over, because only one ○ man needs to rest]

[Brief description: The narrative will be a bit long. In fact, its blueprint comes from Uncle Henry, but it is something that only light craftsmen can make. All Marger can do is improve on the blueprint. It cannot fly, but It has the fire powder of the Overlord Fire Dragon, as well as the skins left by the Golden Lion and the Carved Dragon as outer armor to ensure that the recoil is slowed down. In other words, this thing can even be used as an assassination weapon, and its cannonballs are the most special.

Uncle Henry used the power of the Light Craftsman to combine space with gorgeous light and shadow to create something that could destroy Creation Mountain.

What Marger used was "Neil".

Jacol's record: At a certain period in the world of "NieR", there will be an Emir who officially joins the Mechanical Cult. As the most powerful combatant in that world, Emil is very simple to split countless heads, but if it splits too much, it will As a result, the mind became violent, and the mechanical cult could only support the Emil as a pet. Later, Marger discovered that the Emil's round head had a strong impact. If its head was regarded as a "beep——", in short, this door The prototype of the cannon appeared]

Jacol in "NieR" has been silently monitoring the Mechanical Cult, and when he saw the idea of ​​this thing, he felt bad.

She even approached Xing Kai with the data on this thing.

But Xing Kai just said to Jacquel: If you knew how I got here, you would even think that being a cannon is a clean slate.

Marger is indeed very clear now, at least he is rejecting the problem of relying on [Shit Block].

To be honest, always using those pickled things is not the way to become a leader. He often thinks, "Sawa is such a clean person, he won't like me using that thing to make myself smell bad." ", people will gradually live like people who are similar to each other, and it is slowly being verified in him. It's just that the authorities are obsessed with it, and there are some things that he doesn't know.

Sometimes there would be some melancholy in Marger's eyes, longing or fear, complementing each other. The woman who was blasted down by the "Armstrong Spin-Accelerating Armstrong Cannon", when her thoughts were completely lost, the last look was the eyes of the leader. .

That's the man with roses on his body.

He is a man whose painting style is above all others.

What she didn't know was that he was also the leader of a cult. At this moment, the woman forgot about the panic of falling to the ground. Seeing that he had missed his life, she forgot to send a message to the believers who were preparing to clean up Li Nuo, all because of Marjie's face. .

The two-dimensional world itself is a world of looks.

puff.

The woman crashed into a cushion made of shit cubes and was knocked unconscious.

The mechanical life forms sent her to the black clinic.

Marger was still wondering why this woman didn't give a warning to her companions?

He suddenly woke up: "The power of the Armstrong Spin-Accelerating Armstrong Cannon can also control people's mental thinking?"

"The leader is mighty!"

"Hmm hahahahahahahaha!"

When Marjie and a group of mechanical lifeforms laughed, everyone in the office watched in silence.

What kind of evil god is this?

The god of absurdity and sensuality?

…

And at the same time.

Mikram looked at the flash of light and shadow in the sky just now, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"That...can't be..."

"Lord Cleaner, don't forget that the messengers are all people with 'great blessings', they will not be in trouble."

Mikram felt a little more at ease listening to the words of the new official believer in front of him. He thought that it might be because he had just integrated his wife into his body, so a woman would be indecisive.

The cultists responsible for looking for Li Nuo returned soon.

"They planted some retail killers nearby, and they also planted bombs and other things there."

"Where's Thor?"

"Yes, the 'blessing' on him is felt."

The cultist said, turning his palms.

The golden layer of magic flows out and gathers into a flashing hourglass-shaped thing. This is a sign of blessing from the undead. Once there is a blessed person nearby, the hourglass will start to flow and turn. The closer it is, the faster the flow speed will be.

"We have another group of people nearby."

"Let them go back."

Mikram plans to meet this "sacrifice".

He put on a white mask that symbolized the beginning of cleanup, walked in front of the team, and ducked to the warehouse where Li Nuo and Cha Bai were hiding.

"Notify the cultists who have circled back to draw the attention of the nearby killers away, leaving five people responsible for supporting with thermal weapons from behind."

Mikram gave orders to those around him,

He weighed the capabilities of the "sacrifice" and finally came to the conclusion that Li Nuo had destructive power over ordinary believers. In order not to waste the number of followers, Mikram decided to be the target himself. He faced off against Li Nuo and Cha Bai. Let the believers attack in a roundabout way.

A team of more than thirty people in total can theoretically not fail.

Unless something unexpected happens.

Such as the terrifying power that can destroy them all in one blow.

But in Mikram's mind, only Pesca, the leader who has never shown his strength, has such magical power.

Marger is standing on the top of the building now (returning to the end of the previous chapter).

He throws out Nokia…

Li Nuo's alchemy is indeed half-baked, but he can always use alchemy to synthesize some strange things. The strangest thing is that he obtained a skill, [Funny Setting of Railgun].

Marger boldly innovated and continued the past, combining this thing with Nokia.

Just like [Explosive Phantom Light Break], another skill that may be beyond the current player level has appeared strangely.

[A certain Nokia electromagnetic gun]

[Type: Active Skills]

[Learning conditions: Able to exert 5% of the power of Nokia, able to use magic, spiritual power 100, physical fitness 100, the body can make electrically sensitive things (including its own thunder attribute), strong fingers, secondary disease]

[Effect: Use magic power to collide with the high-speed rotating Nokia to generate extremely high voltage to break down the air to form plasma, replacing the role of the guide rail. The principle is the same as the rail gun, but different from the original rail gun, the magnetic The principle of the rail gun is ampere force, and what Nokia produces is the "constructive force of creation". It can turn "absurdity" into magnetic force and launch an extremely strong electromagnetic gun. In theory, the stronger the corpse shot by Nokia, the more powerful it will be. The bigger it gets... I'm a staff member from Basel and I don't even know what the shit I'm talking about]

[Note: After using this skill, the user will fall into a residual health state and cannot recover vitality within five minutes, and the Nokia will turn into particles and disappear for several hours]

When the magic element popped out of Marger's finger touched the rotating Nokia, the Nokia's screen glowed brightly, and the current generated by the mobile phone screen shot straight into the sky, cracking in the air like a spider web.

Marger's eyes pointed at the group of believers in the Church of the Undead, and what his retinas saw were reflected on the Nokia screen.

"boom."

A blue electromagnetic gun shot out of Nokia's screen!

The terrifying speed left an afterimage in the air, and the blue beam lit up the sky like a laser.

The ground and buildings wherever it passed were torn apart, and the strong wind generated by the aftermath alone exceeded the power of ordinary air cannons.

Mikram was just thinking that, except for their Pesca leader, there was nothing in this world that could change fate with one blow, but when the light of the electromagnetic gun illuminated his moves...

He heard Li Nuo yelling in the warehouse.

"Chabai, run!"

Mikram couldn't run away.

All of them can't run away.

The silent explosion crushed the ground, as if a turtle qigong shattered the earth. The range of the electromagnetic gun was not large, only about twenty meters in radius, but the compressed impact was enough to crush any creature with a constitution of less than 300.

On the roof.

Everyone in the office was stunned. They looked at the back of this evil god.

Marger stood there, looking at the disappearing Nokia. He said to Nokia gently: "You have completed your mission."

I'm so handsome.

Then because the skill forced blood deduction, Marger vomited a mouthful of blood.

With blood on his lips, he looked sideways at the believers and office employees.

I'm so handsome.

Mechanical life forms: "Leader, you are so handsome!"

The handsome man from the office stood up and asked: "Are you... the power of the evil god?"

Marjie smiled slightly: "Otherwise?"

"Ah no... I mean... I've never heard of God taking matters into his own hands and letting the believers act as the atmosphere group behind his back..."

"Fool."

Marger said softly.

"How can a true leader, a true believer, let his followers stand in front?"

His voice is full of magnetism, slightly bubbly, and infinitely gentle.

The employees of the office were all destroyed.

Before they evolved into humans, they were actually members of the mechanical cult. After evolving, they forgot their past memories, and fate dragged them back to the mechanical cult. Whether they were lucky or unfortunate, who knows, but they only have one thing in their minds now.

——Long live the evil mechanical god TMD.

…

Li Nuo was blasted into an underground pipe by an electromagnetic gun. In other words, he was now lying in a pool of dirty water, surrounded by accumulated brick walls and rubble.

The air smelled of burnt food.

His heavy breathing made him feel that the effect of [Red Tearstone Ring] had been triggered.

The moment the electromagnetic cannon appeared, Li Nuo opened a shield, and then kicked Cha Bai all the way away. He wouldn't have done anything like kicking his own woman if the crisis hadn't been extremely extreme.

"The one with the surname Ma..."

Li Nuo stood up from the ground, bleeding from his mouth.

In his memory, before the ambush, he specifically told Marger not to let the mechanical life forms launch energy cannon bombs, and now try not to cause too much action. After all, in this script, the player's identity is weak. Once the official notices, The consequences could be disastrous.

Marjie responded to him at the time: Am I such an unreliable person?

Li Nuo really believed in Marjie, and his trust was almost unparalleled.

But what he didn't expect was that Marjie believed in him too much. Marjie just believed that Li Nuo would never die. In Marjie's concept, Li Nuo was the one who could solve the crisis no matter how big it was, so he simply used That trust made Li Nuo a target, gathering the cultists and destroying them with one blow.

All this disrupted Li Nuo's original plan. He originally wanted to capture the liquidator alive and then interrogate him for information that would lead to more settlement rewards.

Li Nuo's heart beat rapidly, and he was so angry that he cursed with bloody teeth:

"Marjie...I'll fuck your grandma's mouth!"

Marger heard the sound through the headset and felt strange.

"When did Miss Chabai become my grandma?"

"Stop talking nonsense, can't you tell me before you do something?"

"Hmph, what if the other party has a guy who can control the mind?"

Li Nuo immediately withered.

What Maljie said is right. Since the cult is related to the devil, it may also have the ability to steal psychological activities. Even if we don't know whether it is true, it is better to take precautions...

"Forget it..."

Li Nuo spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on his hand.

If it weren't for the protection of [Albers Seal], he might have had to use [Pixel Slash] just now.

It felt so close.

Even if Maljie peeled off the [Shit Block], he was already a super-standard player.

Thinking of this, Li Nuo was relieved and happy.

He smiled and looked at the dark corner opposite.

Mikram was not killed by the explosion. He dug the rubble and stood up from the wet groundwater.

At this moment, the eyes of the demon hunter and the cleaner met, and the extremely cold atmosphere instantly burst out.

"Still alive..."

"Incredible bastard."

A corner of Mikram's white mask broke, and the exposed eyes were full of murderous intent.

He walked towards Li Nuo.

And Li Nuo was ready to take action.

Wow...

On the side, the sound of sand and gravel falling attracted the attention of the two.

Cha Bai climbed out of another hole.

She stood in the distance, staring at Li Nuo with blood on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Mikram.

Cha Bai's quiet blue eyes suddenly lit up red.

Mikram was startled, he felt a great anger bursting out from this woman.

"..."

Cha Bai took a step, her high heels splashed in the puddle with anger.

She gritted her teeth and said:

"You actually beat him to vomit blood..."