Chapter 25: The Disciples

"Holy remains."

The middle-aged man in black slowly spit out this term, and his tone and expression involuntarily carried a bit of solemnity and piety.

Lin Mo had never heard of this term, so he frowned and said in his heart: This can't be some ethereal spiritual belief brewed by this cult, right?

Lin Mo was thinking nonsense here, and Yue Yuanshan over there had already changed the topic again: "Lin Mo, the gods have chosen you, and the trial has begun, but you still have a chance, and I vouch for you in the name of the black-clothed deacon in my region." ”

Lin Mo suddenly found that he rushed up recklessly, and he didn't get any useful information, but was brainwashed by a bunch of magic sticks.

Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a little painful.

This guy in front of him is a complete fanatic, before the end of the world, and still after the end of the world.

But hearing this, Lin Mo's heart couldn't help but move slightly, and asked, "...... the Holy Judgment How many black deacons like you are there? well, I mean......"

"Our flames are all over the world." Yue Yuanshan said, "I can see the hesitation in your heart, believe me, it is just an obstacle given to you by the mortal world, all you have to do now is to join us and become one of us." ”

After this nonsense, Lin Mo was not moved at all, he just suddenly felt that he seemed to be riding a tiger.

In front of his eyes, two people, three guns.

And he, with only a boning knife in his hand.

Lin Mo laughed dryly: "That...... Am I thinking about considering? ”

Although Yue Yuanshan was a god, he was not a fool, he had already heard the meaning of Lin Mo's words, the fanaticism and piety on his face faded in an instant, and he turned to say coldly: "After the Judgment Day, there is only right and wrong in this world. ”

Lin Mo took a breath, and then blurted out, "Okay, I promise you." ”

Yue Yuanshan looked at Lin Mo, and suddenly showed a smile, and at the moment when Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly said, "Kill him!" ”

In the shadows beside Lin Mo, the warrior who had been silent all along, completed the action of pulling the safety to aim and fire at an unimaginable speed.

Lin Mo only felt that moment, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull.

At that moment, he reacted equally swiftly, bending his knees and retreating.

The bullet that was supposed to get into his heart was pierced through his left shoulder.

It was half a second late before the dull sound of gunfire and severe pain came to Lin Mo's mind.

Yue Yuanshan turned his face faster than a book, and said coldly at this moment: "We don't need hypocrites. ”

Lin Mo didn't have time to do anything at all, his eyes turned scarlet in an instant, he bent his knees and turned into kicks, and reflexively rushed towards the silent warrior in the flying blood.

And at this moment, in Lin Mo's infinitely slowed vision, he saw with his own eyes that the man's eyes were cold, and his fingers slowly but firmly pulled the trigger again.

The distance between the two people was almost face to face at this moment, what was the consequence of this shot approaching and firing, Lin Mo and the person in front of him knew very well.

And in the eyes of that Saint Inquisition soldier, at such a close distance, close to open fire, this hypocrite who does not know the height of the earth will surely die!

At this moment, the only thing that could keep up with Lin Mo's dynamic vision was his extremely mutated left hand.

Lin Mo's brain reaction speed was also far from keeping up, so at this moment, he would rely entirely on instinct.

On one side, in Yue Yuanshan's eyes, this instantaneous change was comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster, but the result made him speechless.

--Lin Mo, who was shot in the left shoulder, burst into a lightning attack, and the two men were no more than half a meter apart when the second shot was fired in the shortest possible time.

As for Lin Mo, he directly sealed the muzzle of the nine-millimeter pistol with his left hand like lightning.

Dull, gunfire erupted.

Lin Mo didn't have time to think about whether this shot had caused him a fatal wound or not, because he knew that he had to use this rapid rush to kill this one on the spot before he could lose his ability to move!

Therefore, even with this shot, Lin Mo's movements did not change at all, and he picked up the boning knife with his backhand and swept it between the man's neck.

This knife Lin Mo pressed almost all the strength of his body, trying to kill the enemy, if it weren't for the slight blunt blade, this knife could even cut off the entire head of this person.

However, that was enough, and a bloody hole was torn between the man's throat, and blood splattered wildly.

Outside of Chen Jiaming, this was the first person Lin Mo killed in the true sense of the word, but at this moment, he saw the blood flying longitudinally, there was no nausea or fear, and it was still the appetite that made him deeply frightened.

The shocked look on the man's face still remained on his face, and under this knife, he still did not die, but his throat and trachea had been cut, and blood was frantically gushing from his mouth, and he could only make a sizzling and oozing inhalation sound.

Because that shot should definitely penetrate the heart and kill Lin Moli on the spot, and at such a close distance, who could react?

However, Lin Mo not only or, but also killed him with a single sword.

How could he not be shocked.

Lin Mo took a step back with the blood-soaked boning knife, away from the "tempting" blood, before he raised his hand.

The palm of his left hand was hot and painful.

The leather gloves were penetrated, and the layers of cloth were penetrated, and the bullet that should have penetrated Lin Mo's hand could only penetrate the black scale armor layer in the palm of his hand, and it lost all its kinetic energy, and the whole bullet was twisted and deformed and embedded in his hand.

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and pulled the bullet out of his palm and threw it on the ground, making an extremely crisp sound.

In front of him, the Holy Inquisition warrior whose throat was torn apart had an unbelievable look on his face, and the expression in his eyes darkened inch by inch.

Lin Mo took a breath, and the gunshot wound on the fingers of his left hand was fine, but the wound on his left shoulder was really in the flesh.

But Lin Mo knew that this was not the time to be discouraged, he gritted his teeth, carried a boning knife in his right hand, and looked at Yue Yuanshan coldly covered in blood.

Although he was shot in the shoulder with his left hand, his entire left arm was extremely mutated and his left hand was still able to be used.

"Extreme variants...... Extreme mutation......" Yue Yuanshan's face was also shocked: "You...... You ......"

Lin Mo said: "Your god, where is this moment?" ”

He walked into Yue Yuanshan step by step, but his eyes were fixed on the gun in his hand.

No matter what, since he and the Holy Judge had torn their faces and killed each other, Lin Mo would never let Yue Yuanshan, the black-clothed deacon, leave here alive.

And that gun is the biggest threat to him.

Yue Yuanshan looked at Lin Mo as if he hadn't heard his words, and said in shock: "Disciple?!" ”

The other party was insane, although Lin Mo was a little inexplicable, but this was exactly what he wanted to see - Yue Yuanshan was defenseless.

However, the next moment, Yue Yuanshan had already said, "Disciple." Lin Mo...... The ninth disciple of the Holy Inquisition, as long as you are willing, as long as you are willing to believe in our God and stain the power of holy remains, you are our ninth disciple! ”

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