Chapter 349 Yan Ling·Yaki

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 349 Yan Ling·Yaki

Angel Zhe's golden eyes burst out with a searchlight-like bright light, and the brown hair behind his head turned into platinum filaments.

There was also obvious dragon-turning feature on his body surface, with white scales extending down from his heaven, and the empty white robe enriched a lot.

But the robe behind Angel Zhe was pushed up and fell down, and finally returned to peace.

He himself also noticed this and his face was slightly gloomy.

It is worthy of being the seal of the relics of the mythical age, even the Yanling Yaki, who is almost inferior to the ancient authority, cannot break through.

However, this is enough.

He didn't think about relying on Dragon Wing to win. He should loosen his muscles and bones after being buried in the coffin for so long.

"If you present your armor to me, I will not kill you. What?"

Angel of Zhe said.

Lu Mingfei did not speak out, but answered him with his fist.

Spark Glory, the limit mode is activated, and 200% of the effort is made.

Lu Mingfei grabbed Angel's calf with his backhand and pounded his empty fist at his crotch.

Fighting on the battlefield has always been done with all the best.

"That's amazing."

Angel Tsawa's eyes lit up. Although his Spirit Yaki was not complete, the power of this exoskeleton armor was beyond his expectations.

Although alchemy technology can also produce similar items, even more powerful.

But alchemy has its limits from the beginning, but human technology is still far from the end.

However, such high-tech products should not be mass-produced, otherwise Banlita would not have risen.

Unfortunately, I can only study it after it is broken.

Angel Zhe's other leg also stood in the air, then kicked it straight, straight in Lu Mingfei's breastplate.

Although the defense of the breastplate is indestructible, the recoil force also makes the leg he was being grabbed out of control.

Angel Zhe flew backwards like an Arhat Snow Swallow, and Lu Mingfei's iron fist also hit the sky.

He clenched his fists, rubbed his body and then stepped on.

Angel Zhe did not dodge and rushed up.

One is an imperial warrior with an ambition, and the other is an immortal angel of the body. With all his strength, he passes like ten excavators dig up and is flattened by ten road rollers.

Not to mention the sky and the earth were broken in the cave, the prophet over there and took a few confidants to escort Yuan Zhinu and prepare to escape to another old nest.

The cunning rabbit still has three caves, so how could Banlita, which has been surrounded by NATO troops for many years, have only one base camp?

Moreover, this was newly built because Angel Zhe was inconvenient to leave, and the defense measures were actually much weaker.

After all, the greatest defensive force in the Saint's Mausoleum is the Saint himself.

As long as they escape to the Yusuf Grand Shura headquarters located east of the Swat Valley, they will be basically safe.

There are dozens of main battle tanks there. Although they are all old guys from the former Soviet era such as T-54 and T-55, they are basically beaten to fight the current third-generation main battle tanks, but they are used to

It's more than enough to hit people.

Moreover, Yousuf also has a large number of armored vehicles and heavy weapons in his hand, which is enough to form an insurmountable firepower net.

As a wise man who survived internal and external wars, the prophet always considers the worst when encountering things.

Even if the other party really killed the saint as he did in the prophecy.

He would also launch a jihad in the name of revenge of the saints, thus becoming the top leader in Banlita.

As for the enemy, he had already thought about it, and could only be the Americans and their lackeys, Araghan's current government.

Sitting in the BTR-80 armored conveyor, the prophet closed his eyes and rested, thinking about how to deal with Yousuf Dashura later.

Although he is the spiritual leader of Banlita in the northern part of Alaghan and has the golden sign of Saint in his hand, Yusuf has a heavy army and has a high personal prestige.

If the saint is fine, it would be fine. If it really falls, the prophet must think carefully about how to make this warlord stand on his side.

It's hateful. If the other party comes a little later, they can regain the lost divine power of the saint. Not to mention a few little thieves, even the NATO garrison will be destroyed.

At that time, they will destroy the thieves of their families first, then drive away other places to establish a country of religion.

Then, Iran and many neighboring Stanley countries were sent to establish a church-state alliance with oracles.

By then, he would be the unparalleled hero who recreated the God Cult. Even if he could not match the messenger of Allah, with the support of the saint, it would be no problem to be named a sub-saint prophet.

"Prophet, do we just leave the saints and run away by themselves?"

Ahmed said with some anxiety.

Although he did many things that violated the doctrine, the more he did, the more he became pious.

Especially after the saints really came to the world, this piety reached its peak.

"This is the decree of the Holy One, and as servants of Allah, we must obey. Moreover, our strength is like a worm that is as bright as a sun and a moon as ours, and staying there will only hinder Him."

The prophet opened his eyes and said tiredly.

Ahmed made great contributions and was always loyal to him. He planned to train him well, so he spoke more patiently.

"Yes, I get it."

Ahmed suddenly realized, and there was a little more respect on his face.

The prophet smiled gently and was about to give a few words of encouragement, but the body of the car started to shake violently.

"What's going on?"

He asked.

"Prophet, the enemy has caught up from behind."

The commander said.

"Is that silver armored warrior here?"

He asked.

"Not here, there is only one truck."

The driver replied.

"Then kill those pagans."

The prophet said viciously, no longer the wisdom and indifference of the past.

"Have you heard the prophet's words? Kill those damn pagans!"

The car leader shouted.

"yes!"

The crew members responded in unison and turned the front of the car.

The armored conveyor truck drew ruts on the ground. On the turret in the front of the vehicle body, the 14.5mm KPVT machine gun and 7.62mm PKT machine gun sprayed bright flames.

The machine gunner adjusted the angles of the two machine guns, and bullets of two specifications shot out dust on the ground, strangling towards the neck of the van like two death ribbons.

Although both models of machine guns are far behind the times, they can also easily tear up trucks that do not even have bulletproof glass.

"Want to shoot me? Take rockets and you."

Finger stood up from the skylight, carrying another dark bazooka on his shoulder.

The mass-produced power armor equipment players have not yet grasped it, but there are all kinds of bomb equipment departments, and the number is sufficient.

He was about to launch, but suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly let go of his fingers.

The hostages are still in the car opposite.

Yuan Zhinu probably won't die, but if Iwahara Yumi was killed, Lu Mingfei would definitely hang him up and beat him up.

Thinking of the fate of being regarded as a shooting target, Finger was so scared that he immediately put down the bazooka.

Then I picked up the equipment department's customized automatic grenade launcher.

The 30-round drum-type bullet supply has a super-main battle-level precision firepower, and the disadvantage is that the recoil is basically not optimized.

Even if you have a mixed-race physical fitness, you must use a forward leaning posture like riding a motorcycle, otherwise you will easily get injured.

However, after using the Yanling Bronze Royal Seal, this recoil is nothing.

Finger pressed the automatic grenade launcher against his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

As long as it is not blown to death, it is acceptable to blow it up indiscriminate form.

After all, they are not police officers, but the battle group that brings death.
Chapter completed!