Chapter 284 Buddha-Headed Soldiers, Rakshasa, a Growing Force

The sky was slightly bright.

The first rays of sunlight enveloped the earth, bringing a little soft warmth.

Yang Feng stood on the second floor of the manor villa, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom gave a panoramic view of the surrounding environment.

"Smell of alcohol."

Yang Feng frowned, and Su Manman beside him had been back for a few hours.

A night of revelry in the bar left her with a little pungent smell of alcohol and dirty sweat, mixed with a little blood.

"Master..."

Su Manman immediately knelt on one knee on the ground, but before she could continue to speak, the tyrant Yang Feng raised his hand to interrupt her.

"I am not interested in the private lives of slaves."

"Whether you are drunk and reveling, venting your desires like crazy beasts, or having other special habits, it has nothing to do with me."

Yang Feng said lightly.

After the outbreak of the apocalypse, everyone lives in a high-pressure environment.

Everyone needs to vent the pressure accumulated in their hearts, and most people have developed quirks.

Some people like to self-mutilate, by abusing their own flesh, letting the pain paralyze their spirit.

Some people like to drink, through alcohol and psychedelic drugs, temporarily paralyze themselves and escape the cruel reality.

Some people like to gamble, indulging in the process of gaining and losing, and the exciting trade-offs, winning and losing are not so important.

Some people like to vent their desires, and they only need to spend a small amount of money to let a large group of girls serve you and enjoy the short-lived happiness of living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

Some people are addicted to killing and cannot extricate themselves. The blood is soaked all over the body. The feeling of depriving others of their lives makes people intoxicated, and the feeling of being killed at any time makes people feel that life is real.

These habits are getting worse and worse with the development of the end of the world.

Of course.

These are just some "friendly" habits, which are benign.

Some people even developed more cruel habits, such as being obsessed with other people's corpses, and hunting innocent women on rainy nights as targets...

"Master, please rest assured."

"It won't affect the work."

Su Manman understood what Yang Feng meant, and subconsciously sniffed her collar, as if the smell was really strong.

"Here we are."

Yang Feng's eyes flashed, and more than a dozen armored vehicles slowly came and stopped near the gate of the manor.

Fat Jin Ya.

This is his doomsday caravan.

The fully armed armored vehicles carried a large amount of supplies, food and weapons to exchange supplies with various organizations and forces.

Some soldiers got off the car.

They are Fat Jin Ya's private guards.

Fat Jin Ya did not have the right to command the blood hunters, so he had to form his own forces to protect himself in various dangerous environments.

[Buddha Head Soldiers]

This is the name of Fat Jin Ya's private guards.

They respect the Smiling Buddha, and every member who joins is a warrior under the Buddha's head, which sounds quite strong and bluffing.

In fact... most of these Buddha-headed soldiers are desperate desperadoes, or they have blood debts and have committed various sins.

Deformers.

Evolvers.

Some of them are completely different from humans, just like those alien species outside, with sharp limbs and mouthparts, but retaining human consciousness.

"Smiling Buddha."

"These subordinates are quite powerful."

"It takes a lot of effort to recruit all kinds of talents."

Yang Feng stood on the second floor of the manor villa. The large floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom could clearly see everything outside. The power of the Smiling Buddha has risen unknowingly.

[Purple Illusion Crystal]

There are 4 masters of the Purple Illusion Crystal level alone.

What surprised Yang Feng the most was that there was a super master hidden among them, whose strength had reached the level of Blood Bodhi.

"Who is that??"

Yang Feng looked at a young man.

He looked about 20 years old, but he was restrained and powerful, hiding the ability of the Blood Bodhi level.

"Rakshasa."

Su Manman knew this team very well and said the nickname of the young man.

"He is the strongest subordinate of the Smiling Buddha."

"It is said that he was found in Tianhai City. I don't know what conditions he was given. In the end, he worked hard for the Smiling Buddha."

"That man killed people without blinking an eye. He has many powerful superpowers. His physical strength and speed are top-notch. He once fought with Long Er."

Su Manman told all about Rakshasa's experience.

[Blood Bodhi]

It is very rare in the end of the world. It is a legendary existence.

Generally speaking, creatures of the Blood Bodhi level only appear in the old order, and most of them are the king's guards.

Humans...most of them acquired abilities through special corpse tumors picked up before the end of the world. They can obtain the power of the Blood Bodhi level. Needless to say, luck is naturally needed to say.

"Tianhai City."

"It's quite lucky."

"Long Er and him fight, who won in the end?"

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"Long Er won."

Su Manman answered immediately, paused, and continued: "But he was not killed."

As expected.

People with Blood Bodhi-level abilities are generally not so easy to be killed completely, and they all have their own means of saving their lives.

One year after the end of the world.

Human strongmen have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, ushering in a small outbreak.

Su Manman and Long Er, the two most loyal slaves, have already reached the Blood Bodhi level, and they are the strongest type.

Zero.

Needless to say, there is no need to say more about this special existence. Even if he is not divided into different levels of power, his strength far exceeds that of the average Blood Bodhi.

Jiang Lin.

This miracle boy is even more special.

After Jiang Lin experienced the Tree Sea Star God, his abnormal ability of unlimited bullets, coupled with his special power to make wishes, and the anti-matter magnetic field meter he recently acquired, may not be comparable to ordinary Blood Bodhi.

Do the math carefully.

Yang Feng has at least 4 Blood Bodhi-level figures with extremely strong combat capabilities.

This also excludes Ying Shuang in the dream... No one knows what that mysterious woman will eventually become.

Four Blood Bodhisattvas! !

Yang Feng's subordinates unknowingly had four more legendary beings.

This is unimaginable for any organization.

Any Blood Bodhi level being is a trump card among trump cards. Not only is it very precious and rare, but its cultivation also consumes a huge amount of materials.

Fat gold teeth.

Smiling Buddha.

An underground emperor like him, a top figure who controls the lifeblood of Panlong Base and has opened up many business routes, only has one Blood Bodhi-level subordinate.

certainly.

These are just the apparent strengths.

In the dark prison...the prisoners in the hell realm are more terrifying than the last! !

"Humanity is still developing too slowly."

"In the old sequence of the War of Kings, Blood Bodhi was only a higher-level consumable."

"I'm more interested in the Red Dragon King. How far can the false king of mankind reach?"

Yang Feng's eyes flickered. He who had reached the [King] level had completely sublimated and transformed into another kind of creature. Only existences of the same level could make him slightly more excited.

"Let's go."

"It's time for us to go down."

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