Chapter 347 Angel of Psychology

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 347 Angel of Psychology

"What happened?!"

The prophet said furiously.

The old face was distorted by the shock, and Ehmed noticed that his face seemed to have scale-like patterns, extending from his forehead to his neck.

"Prophet, an enemy has broken in!"

The captain of the guard Goulz went back.

"How many people? What's the origin?"

The prophet asked anxiously.

"Three people, unknown origin, one of them was wearing silver armor."

He replied quickly

When I heard the last sentence, I don’t know if it was because the spirit of the word was consumed too much or the mind was lost, and the prophet’s eyes went dark.

"prophet!"

The indoor room was in chaos, and the outdoor room was even more messy.

Lu Mingfei and the other two formed a front arrow formation, but Finger was rushing in the front.

He was wearing a thickened version of the crust armor, and the already opened Word Spirit Bronze Royal Seat was simply a human-shaped tank.

"Try this, bearded bastards."

Finger laughed wildly, holding a heavy machine gun in his hands, and the chains crossed in front of his chest like two ribbons.

The storm bullets swept across the fortifications outside the base like sandstorms in the Gobi Desert. Even the walls built with reinforced concrete cannot withstand the erosion of the 12.7mm armor-piercing tungsten core bullets.

This was not used to deal with this backward armed religious group. Its opponents were those pure blood dragons whose scales were harder than alloys.

Lu Mingfei followed Finger, and from time to time he used his assault rifle to fire out the heavy fire shooters.

The fifth month dragged it to the end, and the automatic grenade launcher in his hand kept firing blue grenades, blowing sparks from the opposite defense fortifications.

With beyond the conventional physical fitness and weapons, the three of them completed the complete suppression of nearly a hundred militants.

"Tell Yuan Chiu that we are here."

Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

"Okay."

Finger responded, then put down the heavy machine gun and removed the bazooka behind him.

Lu Mingfei took a few steps and stood in front of him.

"Try this, bearded men, this is much more powerful than the one you like to use."

Finger grinned and pressed the launch button.

For some reason, he seemed to hate Banlita very much.

The rocket that was painted pure black flew out, and a half-decayed world tree was painted on the body.

Only products that are recognized as excellent are qualified to be tattooed on the school badge of Cassel, and this is Kurt Youngke's latest masterpiece, The No. 1.

The rocket passed through the bullet wall and hit the semi-buried fortress.

The strong light beyond the human eye's tolerance filled this world, and the fire light that was purely like a new star burst into an instant and lifted the steel fortress that could withstand heavy machine guns.

Not to mention those flesh and blood bodies, the blood and flesh pieces were smashed and splashed by the shock wave and evaporated by high temperature. Some large pieces of bones were not burned to ashes, but they were torn into bone pieces long with thumbs.

The mountain behind the fortification was also shaken, the stones were shaken down by the aftermath of the rocket, and cracks appeared on the mountain walls.

"The battle commander is here."

Feeling the shaking under his feet, Yuan Chinniao said.

"Miss Yumi, get ready to go out with me."

He said to Satomi Ishihara.

"Where do you want to go?"

Just as Yuan Chiu was about to open the keel and broke free from the chains on his body, a cold voice rang behind his head.

Opposite the Genko, Satomi Ishihara's face looked like a ghost.

He turned around calmly, and a young man in a white robe was looking at him with interest.

The young man's white robe was embroidered with sacred scriptures in gold wire, but the arrangement was staggered, and the combination was made of various dragon-shaped patterns.

But this kind of ingenious embroidery work is enough to be treasured in the museum.

The young man's eyes were like the antiques displayed in the museum, full of vicissitudes of hardship through time.

Only this eye source can confirm that the person in front of him must be a pure blood dragon clan.

The keel state exploded with all its strength, and the chains that were enough to lock an Asian elephant in heat were instantly broken away, and the broken bronze ring shot at the young man in white robe.

"The dragon bone is worthy of being the blood descendant of the White Emperor."

While admiring, he freely pushed away the bronze ring that was faster than the bullet.

Yuan Zhinu, who had already rushed out of the cage, looked dark. He had thought of taking the opportunity to attack, but he had a strong intuition to warn him to stay away from this pure blood dragon clan.

This kind of oppression is even stronger than Norton who just woke up.

Who is this guy?

"Are you guessing who I am?"

The young man saw through his thoughts.

"A existence like you will naturally not be an unknown person."

Yuan Chinnv replied politely.

"A very polite young man looks good. I have changed my mind and be my messenger."

The young man smiled slightly.

Compared to those dirty and rude believers, the mixed-race of the White King in front of him is more in line with his wishes.

Anyway, he didn't plan to kill Yuan Zhinu, he just took blood every day.

"I haven't had the honor to know your name yet."

Yuan Chinniao did not answer the young man’s questions.

"My real name has long been abandoned. I have had many names in human history. The last one is Jebrey."

The young man said without disobeying him.

Yuan Zhinu's pupils shrank. Since he learned that the dragon clan was hidden in the history of human mythology, he has made up for relevant knowledge.

And Zhebreylai (hereinafter referred to as Zhe Angel) is one of the four great angels under Allah, who preaches oracles to all living beings.

According to the commentator, he was sent by Allah in the cave of Heila outside Mecca to convey oracles to the most holy prophets in the shepherd, making him "ordered to be holy", and revealing to him some verses of the Koran.

"It seems you know me."

The young man was a little surprised.

His records were pitifully few, and even those believers did not know his existence.

"Know your enemy and your own will never be defeated in a hundred battles."

Yuan Chinnv answered his question with a Chinese proverb.

And the two of them just talked about Chinese.

"I have no interest in being an enemy of mankind, and it is not me who wants to destroy you."

Angel Zhe shook his head and said.

"Then why do you kidnap humans?"

Yuan Chinnv questioned.

"Because I want to recover from my injuries, and the flesh and blood of mixed races is the best supplement."

Angel Zhe said frankly.

"Then why didn't you eat both of us?"

He asked again.

"The White King's Bloodborne is so rare. Eating it at one time is too wasteful. It's better to raise it and drink blood."

Angel of Zhe has no intention of concealing it.

"Sure enough, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different."
To be continued...