Chapter 210 What Can He Use to Fight Me?

Looking around, those rebel pawns have been killed by Mo Qiong and collapsed.

Steel helmets and bulletproof combat uniforms actually do not provide much protection, and rifles are enough to penetrate them.

Moreover, Mo Qiong's bullets, which fall from the sky, will only increase their power, and will never slow down.

Seeing many of his men being shot in the head while wearing steel helmets, the tattooed leader threw away his armor without hesitation.

These equipments were once considered to protect them, but now they are regarded as death warrants.

Whether or not someone has such protection, once Mo Qiong takes care of them, they will definitely die. Even if they block one shot and do not die, they will be shot again.

So the key is whether they will be targeted by Mo Qiong. The bullet is safest only when it hits someone else.

Wearing them makes it easier to become Mo Qiong's target. In this case, it is better to take them off.

The tattooed leader asked his people to take off everything they should take off, mixed in with the rebels, and pretended to be ordinary soldiers at the bottom.

But what's the use of this? The fastest group of people were also killed by Mo Qiong one by one.

He couldn't allow this group of people to escape. Knowing that they could escape from the mountain wall, he would not let them get close to there.

"Puff puff puff..."

A pile of corpses fell in the front row, including some real members of the cult.

The bullets falling from the sky were like a ravine, drawing a life and death line on the road ahead.

Those who cross the line will die.

Some people stopped moving forward, while others did not give up and ran to the sides, hoping to disperse and get around the mountain wall.

But this was obviously overthinking. They ran dozens of meters on the ground, and Mo Qiong could catch up with them by just moving his arms slightly in the sky.

"Bang bang bang..."

Otherwise, how could it be said that one person was encircling a thousand people? Mo Qiong took a few steps casually, swung his arms slightly and fired a few shots, turning those rebels who had finally run dozens of meters into corpses.

After several times like this, no matter which direction the rebels wanted to escape, they would be killed by him with thunder, shocking the entire army.

For a time, the rebels could neither advance nor retreat, and were forced into a ball and fell into chaos.

Those who fired guns were hit, those who raised shields were hit, those who wore helmets were hit, those who wore bulletproof vests were hit, and now they were hit for moving forward and taking detours.

On the contrary, if you stand still, you can still survive.

Even if you are hit, only your limbs are broken.

That's why the rebels, whose morale collapsed, didn't want to escape at all. Some even threw away their guns and raised their hands to surrender.

Mo Qiong's bullets drew a circle in the sky, encircling these hundreds of enemies, as if they were imprisoned on the ground.

"Pick up your guns for me!" The tattooed leader roared. These rebels were useless, but holding guns was still a fighting force. At least as long as the members were on the ground and within the range, these hundreds of rebels were still very threatening.

If they even threw away their guns, they would be at the mercy of others.

"Don't listen to him! There has never been a creator!"

"No more fighting! No more fighting! We've been deceived! The god he mentioned can only dig holes!"

"What about us? What are we fighting against?"

"You are allowed to throw away your weapons and armor, but we are not allowed to throw down our guns and surrender?"

The morale collapsed, and the rebels were immediately full of doubts about the words of the cult's propaganda and education.

Even though they had been told to fight some strange forces in training, when they really went to the battlefield and met a monster like Mo Qiong who stood in the sky and fought against thousands of people, their mentality exploded, and the benefits that the cult had promised them before were useless.

"Humph, a mob." The tattooed leader listened and laughed instead of getting angry.

At this moment, there were only three real cult companions left. The three gathered next to the tattooed leader and said, "Boss, these people are completely useless, and our mission is doomed to fail. The key now is to let you leave..."

"No, forget it. I can also die here!" The tattooed leader hesitated and gave up.

He said: "If nothing unexpected happens, our base in Ethiopia has been destroyed. Even if not, once the Blue and White Society finds out the identities of this group of people, that base will definitely not be saved. We have no way to retreat. We can neither escape to the Holy Land nor be captured alive..."

"Understood, if we can't leave, then don't leave. The Gaia Church will never be destroyed." The instructor said firmly.

"I have installed bombs in all the rebels. Even if we die here, we can't gain nothing..." The tattooed leader laughed.

"Boss, there are rebel corpses everywhere around the Blue and White Society people over there. I saw them collecting ammunition before. Why not detonate the corpses now and let them be buried with us!" said the instructor.

Unexpectedly, the tattooed leader shook his head and said: "No, it would be a waste to just blow up those reserve members. The bomb is not powerful. Even if it succeeds, it will alert the enemy and the others will not be harmed anyway."

"Then what should we do?" asked the instructor.

"Find a way to lure the members closer, and then I will detonate more than a thousand bombs at the same time, destroying everything. In fact... it would be best if we could kill the one in the sky!" said the tattooed leader.

Although the mission failed, he was not discouraged. In fact, their church has fought again and again, and has not yet defeated the Blue and White Society.

Every time, it is a heavy price to exchange for the Blue and White Society to suffer some losses. They fight again and again, and fight again and again. As long as they achieve their goal once, they will make a lot of money.

This time, although their mission failed, they could settle for the next best thing. Killing a few members was better than getting nothing. Especially they wanted to kill Mo Qiong. There was no doubt that in their eyes, Mo Qiong was the new star of the Blue and White Society. It was worthwhile to kill him in the cradle and sacrifice all of them, since they couldn't leave anyway.

"How to lure? Pretend to surrender?" the instructor said.

"Surrender? No, they won't accept our surrender again. Once we surrender, the members who led the team will definitely be suspicious." The tattooed leader said. Obviously, their church had pretended to surrender in some actions before, but the bloody lesson in the end told the Blue and White Society that the real members of the Gaia Church would never surrender, and if they did so, it would definitely be a fraud.

After thinking about it, the tattooed leader suddenly used the communicator to let his subordinates who had turned into wool monsters and were fighting with the Blue and White Society instructor come over quickly.

"Boss, you can't stand this field. You will be sprayed to death!" The microphone of the wool monster was hidden in his body.

"It doesn't matter. We're all dead anyway. Tell me, what degree of immortality does that containment give you?" the tattooed leader asked.

The woolen monster fought and retreated, approaching the rebels who were forced to shrink into a ball, while explaining to the boss the characteristics of the containment that he had experienced and speculated.

"So that's how it is. It's better than I thought..." The characteristic of the woolen creature is that the functions of his body are not linked to the surface image at all. Even though his head is smashed, he can still speak. Even if he has no ears, he can still hear.

The woolen mixture is the organ of the body. Any ball of wool can be used as the original organ of the human body. Even if he uses wool to glue a bow, he thinks it is a mouth, and that is a mouth.

Of course, the incarnation of the woolen monster cannot arbitrarily use wool to form countless hands, because when he was still a human, he only had two hands, two legs, a nose and a mouth.

The original behavioral ability of a human being will not be lost because the wool is destroyed. Similarly, the behavioral ability that humans originally did not have will not be increased because of becoming a woolen monster.

He is just a person who has turned into a mixture of wool, using wool to replace his functions as a human at will.

If you want to kill him, you have to take the containment out of his body, whether it is to instantly blast it into slag or just tear off the containment, anyway, as long as the containment can be completely separated from him, he will instantly become a real pile of wool.

The tattooed leader said seriously: "If we all die, we can attract the members, but then I can't activate the bomb. Now the way I can think of is to eat the containment and become that kind of living dead, so that I can detonate the bomb even if I am shot. I can drag the corpse and run around. If the members want to stop me from leaving, they have to die with me."

"It is possible to blow up those members in this way, but what about the one in the sky? He is obviously good at shooting and will not come down easily. He will definitely only shoot from a distance." The instructor said.

"Stupid! If I become a living dead, I can snipe him!" said the tattooed leader.

Everyone thought that yes, the boss's shooting skills are not bad. Although it can't be compared with the members, it is at the level of an average sniper.

How did the ten snipers lose in the previous sniping battle with the enemy? Wasn't it because they missed one shot and were killed instantly by the enemy?

If they could combine with the containment object and become a monster that could be shot in the head or cut in half without any problem, then they wouldn't have to be afraid of the sharpshooter in the sky.

The tattooed leader laughed and said, "He can't kill me even if he shoots me ten times. As long as I shoot him once, he will definitely die."

"What will he use to fight me?"

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