Chapter 1524 I Am Really an Honest Person!

Roskimir's head hit the roof of the car, and a little blood flowed. The blood dripped down his nose and fell between his lips.

He felt a rusty smell filling his taste buds.

But at this moment, Roskimir didn't feel any pain at all.

Instead, he was filled with excitement and excitement, which made him grin happily.

They were indeed attacked, attacked by terrible monsters!

But, this happened, didn't it just prove that Roskimir didn't lie?

I, Roskimir, am really an honest person!

The brown-haired guy looked at the dents on the van, cursed, and quickly came to the side. Fortunately, the door did not deform and was quickly opened by him.

"I said, I am the descendant of the god Perun, and I am being attacked by monsters. I must go to the Moscow Palace..."

"..."

Staring at Roskimir who was muttering to himself, this time the brown-haired guy did not stop him, but took a deep breath, told the operator what had just happened, and asked her to contact the upper level immediately.

Suddenly.

Another gust of cold wind blew in.

This time, he felt something unusual and turned to look at the people on the side. He immediately saw a translucent bulge suddenly appear in the air.

It was hard to tell what this object was, but he could feel that there was something in the air.

And, the speed of this thing moving... was so fast!

"Not good!"

The brown-haired guy suddenly threw Roskimir to the ground.

Boom!

There was a wave in the air.

Under the blow, the entire side of the van placed on the side of the wall suddenly dented, the windows were broken, and the doors were completely deformed.

The whole car rolled directly in the air, and was hit by another air wave. It flew out with a swoosh, making a sharp whistle, and flew more than 30 meters away, sinking into the wall across the road, making a loud clang.

The passers-by and drivers around were all startled.

"Shit!"

"It's a supernatural event!"

A reporter from the United States, who was sitting in a roadside cafe drinking coffee, thought that today would be another peaceful day and he would waste another day.

He saw a black shadow crossing the road and crashing into the wall of the building on his right, scaring him so much that the remaining half cup of coffee spilled on the ground.

The reporter raised his camera and immediately used satellite equipment to contact his own TV station to request a live broadcast.

On the sidewalk opposite the reporter.

The five special forces and the Roskimir family were stunned when they saw the tragic situation of the van.

For the first time, I felt that the threat of supernatural evil was not a fun thing.

"I... I am an honest person."

"I ask you to take me to the Moscow Palace, which is related to the blood inheritance of the god Perun."

"Do you know Perun? That is the patron saint of our Slavic people..."

The brown-haired guy is not familiar with the myths of his own people. He knows more about ninja pirates and others.

However, he believed that after today, all Slavs would review the myths passed down by their ancestors.

That is, without the conscientious fabrication and re-creation by Western historians.

These myths and legends are obviously not very interesting, and the details of the characters are not full enough.

Swish! Swish!

A strange sound that made their scalps tingle rang in the ears of the crowd.

The inexplicable whispers resounded on this street.

Many passers-by who were not clear about the situation could not help but walk out of the street, wondering why they had tinnitus?

"Run, run!"

Roskimir shuddered: "Let's go quickly, the attack is coming again soon."

"Okay!"

The brown-haired guy nodded. Although he thought Roskimir was not good-looking, he had to admit that this old man might be really important, to Mosca, to the Slavs, to all mankind... more important than himself!

He began to give orders, asking his teammates to form a guard formation and walk quickly with the Roskimier family.

They did not choose to borrow a car.

The car was considered unsafe because of the small space.

And in fact, there was a side door of the Moscow Palace just 500 meters away.

Visitors could not enter, but they could get a pass through their superiors.

"Are you shooting a movie?"

"Is there really a mysterious and extraordinary event?"

"Oh my God, where is our psychic king Andrew? Will he protect Moscow?"

Swish!

As Xiao Yu's mind moved.

The team just passed by a manhole cover and immediately heard dense sounds in their ears.

Immediately, with a bang, the manhole cover flew high.

Then, a black mist rushed into the sky and turned into a giant python more than ten meters long, opening its mouth and biting the team.

Bang bang bang!

The brown-haired guy opened fire first.

The submachine guns they carried had a very fast firing rate, but the bullets went straight through the black mist python, and they couldn't even stop the python.

Suddenly!

A teammate who was shown as extremely evil by Xiao Yu's evil detection was swallowed by the black mist python, and only two legs were left shaking and struggling.

"Damn it!"

"No!"

The bullet was ineffective, and the teammate was swallowed. The brown-haired boy felt powerless all over.

Roskimir suddenly heard the whispers in his ear again. He rushed forward and raised his right hand to the black mist python and shouted:

"In the name of the guardian, in the name of the guardian god Perun, I order the evil in front of me to retreat!"

The word retreat just came out of Roskimir's throat at the loudest volume in his life.

The black mist python shook and exploded on the spot into a ball of scattered things, and then quickly retreated into the manhole cover.

Bang!

The swallowed team member fell to the ground.

But the part above the knee was all eroded by the black mist, becoming tattered and indescribable.

"Ugh!"

Roskimir vomited on the spot.

The brown-haired guy and others, even the American reporter, stared at the bald old man with bright eyes.

The American reporter tapped his forehead and his mouth trembled slightly:

"Oh my God, what did I just see?"

"A real-life exorcism?"

"By the way, what did he just scream, the Mosca version of the exorcism quotations?"

"God, I must record it!"

"This news will definitely make the headlines!"

The American reporter was extremely excited.

The voice of the superior sounded in the headphones of the remaining four team members.

It was hoped that they could continue to complete the mission and escort Roskimir's family to the Mosca Palace.

At the same time, they said that support was on the way.

"Apologize."

The brown-haired guy took a deep breath, looked at Roskimir who was bending over and vomiting, and after saying something softly, he suddenly carried him up and then strode towards the Mosca Palace.

The others were slightly startled and hurried to follow.

With the appearance of the black mist python.

Whether it was the public or the Mosca official.

They could only pinch their noses and accept Roskimir's words for the time being.

There is no way, who let them do the extraordinary research for so long but still have no concrete progress?

Even if you find someone to distinguish the true from the false, you can send a message and wait for others to reply when they are in a good mood.