Chapter 194 193. Sir, Times Have Changed Again!
The revolver condensed the power of holy light in the captain's body into bullets, and immediately fired at Mo Cheng.
The appearance of pistols is not surprising. The high-level professional itself represents productivity, and the high-level combat professional itself is a precision processing machine tool plus an eighth-level fitter.
Firearms have not become popular in the Koyre continent. It is just that the lower class people want to make tools and production lines, and those who have the ability and production lines do not have much demand for the firearms currently developed.
This situation lasted until three years later, when the entire continent began to engage in chaos, and the improvement of firearms also increased rapidly.
Seeing Mo Cheng rushing over without hesitation, a sneer flashed across the captain's face. After the holy light is condensed into bullets, its powerful exclusiveness will cause a chain reaction of collapse once it penetrates the human body.
Holy light may be an unreasonable and extremely powerful healing force in the hands of priests, but in the hands of members of the Inquisition who are also users of holy light, holy light is the most efficient and error-free killing tool.
But soon, the captain's confident eyes were shattered by a punch to his face, his facial bones were sunken, and his orifices were bleeding.
This was not over yet. The huge body looked at nature as if it were nothing, and focused its strength on its left shoulder to rush towards him brutishly.
"Gela!"
There was a crisp sound of fractures, followed by the sound of internal organs being pierced by broken bones. The point of contact between Mo Cheng's left shoulder and the opponent's chest seemed to have buried explosives, and a powerful explosion was carried out in the captain's body.
The captain's eyes and face showed a kind of surprise and disbelief at this moment. Holy light itself usually has an advantage over spell casters or warriors. The captain could also feel that the gap between himself and Mo Cheng was not big enough to be smoothed out. That advantage.
why is that? !
The question was not answered, but the moment the captain recognized the power that invaded his body, he already understood.
It's the Holy Light!
Suddenly, an enemy claiming to be [Martin Luther] appeared in front of him and had the same holy light as himself.
No, that's not right!
The holy light that was so pure that it was frightening, so pure that it could not tolerate the existence of any impurities, ran rampant in the captain's body, treating the holy light in his body like food, constantly eating away at it.
Or to use a more appropriate term: purification.
Treat all energies outside of yourself as heretics, treat them as heretics, burn them on the stake, and destroy them.
The force of the brutal charge completely penetrated the captain's body, and at the same time, Mo Cheng's right hand punched from bottom up and hit the captain's abdomen. Before the impact, Mo Cheng's fist was quiet and deep, as unnoticed as the lake at night.
But when the fist hit the captain, all the anger, madness, ferocity, and evil hidden in Mo Cheng's heart burst out in an instant, shattering the calmness and tearing apart the peace, just like a barrel of explosives being detonated. The captain's body was completely shattered from the heart down.
With only half of his body left, he was unable to make any resistance. The captain's vitality was not enough to restore his body. Half of his body flew back under the power of Mo Cheng's fist. No stone or house could stop him.
Break through, break through, break through again!
The captain destroyed nearly a street of houses with the force of his fists.
After blasting the captain away, Mo Cheng looked at the remaining two entangled members of the Inquisition. With Fairhaven's fortress at level three alert, he had been scanned and locked. What awaits Erhaven for him will be a magic cannon.
Instead of running out, it would be even worse. The power of the Aundair royal family is not just as simple as the Griffin Legion.
For the current plan, the only way is to kill these assassins first and declare that they have no malicious intentions. This is really not possible...
The worst thing is to stand up openly.
When there is no big problem with your identity, standing in front of others is not unacceptable.
Hiding in the dark side is for safety, but standing on the surface can gain more benefits.
Mo Cheng now has the strength to stand on the bright side, and the ability to snatch his own interests from others.
When Mo Cheng's eyes looked over, the two assassins from the Inquisition seemed to be being targeted by the terrifying food chain overlord in the endless deep sea.
retreat!
Even if they were hit and injured by the two maids, the two assassins had to choose to retreat. The sense of crisis they had learned through life and death told them that if they didn't retreat, they would die!
At the same time as he retreated violently, Mo Cheng's fist also followed. However, because the two assassins retreated quickly enough, before his punch could explode with lethality, the two assassins followed up the force of Mo Cheng's punch and pushed him back. Fly away.
The place they chose was exactly where the captain, who was only half-body, was just a street away.
They don't know what they want to do, but if the enemy wants to do something, they just don't let him do it.
Mo Cheng swung out a large piece of spiritual energy blade, like thousands of swords flying together, a storm of sword energy swept over him. As long as he can interfere with the opponent for one second, he can kill them both at the same time.
But a gate of holy light opened, and endless pressure radiated from it. Mo Cheng's seventy-two transformations were almost disturbed to the point that he could no longer maintain it, and the Fairhaven Fortress sounded a shrill alarm, directly entering the second level. Alert level.
Mo Cheng immediately recognized what it was. He didn't know the specific name, but it was a unique skill of the Inquisition. Through the power of the three people, they were connected together and opened a door that ignored space barriers. He asked Archbishop Alfonso to take action. .
The ninth step, under the sky, the ultimate level of [human] power, even if the attack launched from a long distance has dropped by one level, it still has the strength of the eighth step, and it is still in the front row of the eighth step. strength.
Mo Cheng felt as if someone in the light gate was looking this way, and then a figure waved a ray of light. At first it was just a ray of white light, and then after crossing the light gate, it...
It turned into a fucking beam of light emitted from a battleship's main gun. The beam of light occupied all of Mo Cheng's field of vision. It was not an illusion, but at the level of Archbishop Alfonso. It already had power that others could not understand. Degree.
Even a blow across multiple spaces has the ability to lock the entire space.
There is no way to dodge or escape. Either blast this beam of light head-on, or bear the damage yourself.
will die!
The feeling of death was like a flame, completely igniting the deepest ferocity and arrogance in Mo Cheng's heart.
Without hesitation or scruple, he unmasked the seventy-two transformations, and his body swelled to the point of breaking his clothes. Dragon blood, berserker blood, and the sea monster shell were operating in the craziest form inside Mo Cheng's body.
Mo Cheng turned into a half-dragon, half-human figure, with blood rushing and power roaring. A tail began to grow from Mo Cheng's tail vertebrae, and majestic dragon horns sprouted from the top of his head.
But this is not over yet. This gesture cannot be considered as full strength.
Divide and we can achieve, fuse!
The fusion of the two bodies doubled Mo Cheng's strength, making him bigger, more ferocious in form, and more evil in expression.
With just a gentle breath, the air in front of him began to sparkle.
"Kouguyue!"
The fusion of the two bodies gave Mo Cheng a strange double tone in his voice.
Facing the beam of light, Mo Cheng punched!
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