"Kill two 'Tyrants' and get 1,000 points. "There seems to be something wrong with the counting of the Holy Scriptures......

It was too late for this thought to flash through Mo Ye's mind, who had finally stopped his momentum on the sand, and a dangerous qi machine rose from under Mo Ye's body......

"Boom!"

The sound of the rocket explosion was a little dull, and Mo Ye clearly sensed the source of this rocket-it was the second 'tyrant' under him, and it was hard to imagine how it could survive such a powerful impact, and then still have the spare strength to launch a counterattack in the severely compressed space.

Perhaps the adrenaline hormones were oversecreted in an instant, and Mo Ye's senses at the moment of the explosion of the rocket were unprecedentedly sensitive, and under his perception, he could actually 'see' the slow bloom of the fire and the spread of the rocket itself from a whole to pieces of shrapnel.

At the same time, he could feel his body, but it was so heavy that it was difficult to move a finger.

Mo Xie had to open his telekinesis shield to block the little fire in front of him, and at the moment when the impact of the explosion hit the shield, he detonated part of the shield, so that his body could get closer to a safe position as much as possible.

"Poof~!"

From the explosion of the rocket to the opening of Mo Ye's shield, it was only a thousandth of a second, and the resistance that Mo Xie could make in such a time was just to talk about personnel. A thousandth of a second later, Mo Ye's whole person was lifted away, like a kite with a broken string, and the blood in his mouth was pulled into a 'blood line' under the rapid speed.

"Kill a 'Tyrant' and get 500 points, the current total number of points is 1700 points. The voice of the "Holy Scripture" sounded unhurriedly in Mo Ye's mind, but at this time, Mo Ye was hit by the explosion at close range, and the whole mind was a concussive sound, and he almost ignored the "Holy Scripture" of the pit father for a while.

"Yike......!"

I finally remembered that there were still two heavily armed 'tyrants' on the side at this time, and Mo Xie Qiang twisted his body to resist the dizziness that had obviously caused a concussion, and opened his telekinesis shield again-the previous shield had exploded.

It hurt, it hurt all over his body, his bones seemed to be falling apart, and Mo Ye felt that he was bleeding inside and out. A shrapnel cut his face with a hideous tear, from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear, and his body was even more embarrassed, and the explosion of rockets at close range left several large charred scars on his body.

Under this kind of injury, Mo Xie didn't even have the strength to recall the 'Fire Lin Sword', and even he couldn't guarantee a safe landing except for opening the shield.

His ears were buzzing, and the images in front of him were flickering.

His world was spinning, upside down, and he couldn't see the ground or the clouds.

"Plop!"

Mo Ye's body fell heavily on the sand, and he smashed the sand out of a big hole. At this time, the other two 'tyrants' also reacted, and their muzzles followed Mo Ye's 'footsteps'.

Tongues of fire have been spit out.

"The Holy Text!

In this case, Mo Xie had no choice, and one misstep would have turned into a thousand hatreds! When he first started, he should have been a little more ruthless and used more force, or the guy who took out the rocket launcher just now would not have been made like this now.

"Repair in the mission world, deduct the handling fee of 500, and the repair costs a total of 1200 points. The speed of the "Holy Scripture" is not unfast, and Mo Xie shouted this confirmation sentence of the "Holy Scripture" in his mind, as if he was afraid that Mo Xie would regret it.

The next moment, a pillar of light seemed to descend from the sky on Mo Xie's broken body, this light was milky white, Mo Xie's broken body was held up by it, and it floated like a crucifixion.

With this pillar of light, time in this world seemed to stand still, the bullets fired by the 'tyrants' stopped in mid-air, their roars stuck in their throats, and even the flames of the helicopter wreckage in the distance froze, like hairs sprayed with shaped germanium.

The murmur in Mo Ye's brain in the pillar of light was quickly dispelled, and he saw countless particles of silver light entering his body, and the injuries on his body were visibly repaired under his perception.

The misaligned bones grew back on their own, the lost flesh and blood grew out of thin air, and the silver particles were like a panacea, turning into the flesh and bones of Mo Ye's body.

It seemed like ten minutes had passed, and it seemed like only a second, and the pillar of light dissipated as if it had never appeared.

The only effect it had on this world was to repair Mo Xie's injuries.

So in the disbelief of the 'tyrant' manipulators in the base, Mo Ye, who had been lifted off like a broken doll a moment ago, stood up vigorously at this time, and deftly dodged the Gatling barrage shot by the 'tyrant'.

"1200 points! Pay me back 1000 interest first!"

The money that had just been put in his pocket flew like this, and no one would be happy if he changed it, especially just now when Mo Ye also felt the severe pain of being seriously injured, at this time he looked at the two 'tyrants' who didn't know what to call and were still "firing on fire".

"Sword Four!"

Although the repair of the "Holy Text" is expensive and requires a handling fee for the father, it is better than the effect, and the repair just now not only repairs the injuries on Mo Ye's body, but also complements Mo Ye's strength.

The power consumed in the battle against the 'Axe Sister' returned to Mo Ye's body at this time, and with this power, Mo Ye directly used the more erratic 'Sword Four' in the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", and his body shape turned into two, two and four, holding a 'Huolin Sword' and holding a telekinetic shield to greet the head of the 'Tyrant' without armor.

The next moment, Gatlin's roar came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Kill two 'Tyrants' and get 1000 points. Current points 1500. ”

The voice of the Holy Book is shrewdly like that of a trader, which, of course, is a more polite way of saying it, or to put it more bluntly, a "profiteer who must be a bargainer."

"Shh......h

Here Mo Xie did not perceive the enemy outside this 'tyrant' team, which meant that tonight's raid had passed, and he only let out a breath of air at this time.

Mo Xie raised his head to look in the direction projected by the pillar of light that had repaired his body earlier, where the stars were shining, as if the eyes of some existence were watching the land.

"The Holy Scriptures, the Pillar of Light...... Maybe this space is just an existence like a 'Heavenly Realm', just a playground for a big person......" At this time, such a sentence appeared in Mo Ye's heart, but he was suppressed by him just for a moment.

It's useless to think about this kind of thing, at this time he is still too weak, and he has 10,000 ways to die in this world after being suppressed by his general strength-this world where the power system is not too advanced.

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Alice hid behind the container and watched the battle between the man and the 'tyrants' from a distance, thinking that Mo Ye had already gone all out when she was fighting with the 'Axe Sister', she was refreshed again at this time.

It turned out that the man was still clumsy after all, and the combat power that the human body could exert was so powerful!

"If I can have that power......" Alice's eyes shone brightly, years of fugitives made her like a lost dog, she wanted revenge, she wanted to overthrow the behemoth of the Umbrella Company.

It's just that she doesn't have the strength, or rather, she doesn't have enough power.

"Chinese Kung Fu ......" (anti-harmony statement)

Alice muttered as she looked at the sandstorm battlefield in the distance, not realizing that the 'Axe Sister' behind her, who was supposed to be lying like a dead dog, was slightly propping up an arm.

Its other hand was slowly touching the 'black technology weapon' that Mo Xie had thrown on the side.