Chapter 1186: After One Explosion in the 1185 Factory, Subsequent Explosions Will Follow One After Another.

Following the violent explosion, Mo Cheng and Pallas turned their backs to the sky full of flames and explosions, and stepped away from the industrial area behind them.

After finding what she wanted, Pallas unceremoniously started the self-destruction program of the underground base, and the forerunner ruins were wiped out in the explosion.

Recalling Paras's very skillful methods at that time, Mo Cheng couldn't help but ask, "You seem to be very good at this method of blowing things up after finding them..."

"I am the protector of the military field and the goddess of victory. When the enemy's building is captured but cannot be occupied for a long time, burning and destroying it directly to prevent the enemy from reusing it is the most appropriate method."

Pallas explained very calmly, as if this method was very common, "You should be familiar with this method."

familiar?

Mo Cheng carefully recalled his previous experience in [Foreign Land], shook his head and said in denial, "That's not true. Capturing buildings is meaningless to me. Most of the time, I just buy it from the street." Just kill them all the way, pick off the target's head, then turn around and fight out of the city."

Many times, the assassination method used by Mo Cheng was the most violent Nie Zheng style assassination, also known as the [White Rainbow Passing Through the Sun] style assassination.

After completing the mission goal, Mo Cheng usually swaggers out of the city holding the target's head.

Although it is true that some assassination missions in the Shadow Sect do not allow assassins to reveal their identities, Mo Cheng will basically not touch those types of missions.

"Compared with unnecessary things like investigating the target's residence, habits, weaknesses, and residence security, I prefer to use a more direct method."

As he spoke, Mo Cheng stopped. Not only him, but Pallas also stopped.

On the seemingly empty road ahead, Mo Cheng sensed murderous intent.

They were not 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 light appeared in her hands, "Ten people, probably two teams, can you handle them all?"

It was a meaningless question, because at this moment, Mo Cheng's figure had disappeared, and then in the next moment, a hurricane suddenly appeared on the ground.

The strong wind passed by, blowing deep ravines on the road, breaking trees, and causing countless debris to break away 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 were completely transformed into a pool of cell fluid and The environment is completely integrated.

Just one charge caused the members of this team to lose more than half of their men.

"You can use your cards now, or you can die here."

Seeing that there were only three people left among the ten, Mo Cheng shook off the blood or brains stained on the fingertips of his palms. 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 shield, had already stabbed the two attackers through each other in an instant. .

The important thing is that he can feel something at this time.

A sense of threat.

There is something hidden that threatens him.

The source of the sense of threat is very unique. It comes from outer space. To be more specific, it comes from the top of the Tower of Babel.

At the top of the Tower of Babel, something was locking him firmly, and the threat Mo Cheng felt came from here.

The members of the team did not speak, but silently and firmly launched an attack on Mo Cheng.

This is undoubtedly a mistake, a very serious mistake.

Facing Mo Cheng when team members without trump cards are like a rabbit charging against a tiger, death will be the only outcome.

And this death must be accompanied by extremely tragic circumstances.

The palm of his hand was inserted lightly into the body of an enemy. The body that had been tempered and genetically enhanced was no different from slime in front of Mo Cheng.

Even if this body is equipped with the protective equipment of the Forerunners, it is just a slightly harder shell on the soft mud.

After dealing with the hunting team sent by the [Organization], Mo Cheng didn't spend much time.

Paras, who was on the side, also used the characteristics of her windbreaker when she was being besieged.

The whole person suddenly disappeared into the material world, and at the same time, the tip of the spear suddenly pierced out of the flesh of the members of the hunting team.

There was no possibility of evasion, no power to resist, and the hunting team was as fragile as a baby in front of Pallas.

Appearing from the void, Pallas looked up to where the Tower of Babel was. She also felt some substantial threat coming from the Tower of Babel, "It seems that your actions have angered that tower." The one who’s on board.”

"What you said puts me in a lower position than the other person. Is there a possibility?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Mo Cheng's face, like a ferocious beast that had found its prey. "The other party was afraid of my further thoughts, so he was so angry. Otherwise, why didn't he use the weapons on the building to attack me?" Do you think it’s not environmentally friendly enough?”

Being able to make Mo Cheng feel threatened means that the opponent's attack will never be hindered by distance.

As he was talking, the Tower of Babel sent out an invisible wave, and the wave swept over him in an instant.

But this fluctuation has no obvious lethality, but is like some kind of signal.

Soon, Mo Cheng knew exactly what this fluctuation represented.

The ground began to shake, and then the roar of the waves was heard, but it was soon discovered that this was not the sound of the waves, but the war cry of the orcs.

Orcs, orcs, trolls, and green waves surged towards the positions of Mo Cheng and Pallas.

How many legions of various orcs are there?

One hundred thousand?

Two hundred thousand?

No one knows the specific number, but one thing is certain, that is, when these creatures, these species born for destruction, appear on the battlefield, there will be no prisoners or trophies to speak of.

They will kill all living creatures in sight and destroy everything in sight.

The orcs' thick skin is enough to withstand sniper rifle fire, while the trolls, who are the tallest and strongest and exude an evil aura, can survive a direct missile hit without dying.

These evil beings created by unknown technology can no longer be killed by simple flames and explosions. Even sunlight, which is a natural enemy, cannot kill them.

"Okay, I see."

Mo Cheng shrugged, "Someone blew up their own orc manufacturing factory."

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