"Vice Councillor!"

The Chevrolet sedan exploded behind him, and the Duke sped in the light of a huge orange fireball, and as a close-quarters knight, he was not good at long-range attacks, so he was helpless against the snipers standing on the rooftops. The unsightly attack almost hit his body a few times, and the Duke didn't have any confidence that he would be able to resist head-on with his physical body in terms of the ease of penetration through the reinforced concrete floor. Jumping over a collapsed shack, he saw two men standing at the foot of the building, Cardinal Antonio Razinge wearing a red square hat and a red robe and shawl, and the old man hiding his body in the shadows was the Deputy Speaker of the Parliament, Blau Kolchen.

"Duke!" the cardinal cried, "watch your back!"

Sebastien de La Fontaine felt a chill on his neck almost at the same time, and he suddenly curled up to shrink his tall body into a ball, and threw Homir forward in his arms, "Vice President, please!"

"Whoosh!" The sharp sound of the wind blew overhead, a few strands of white hair fluttered in the air, the Duke rolled forward to dodge the attack, his legs leaped up and assumed a fighting position, but the enemy who sneaked up from behind did not pursue him, turned into a black shadow and swept past him and rushed towards Homir in the air. “...... Hell, their target is Homir!" With a roar, the Duke slammed his fist into the air, "Boom!" was smashed in the back by the gaseous bullet of the huge fist, but the thin and tall man in black sprang up with blood spurting from his mouth, and took advantage of the momentum to accelerate and leap high, his hands turned into two shiny scythes, and the blades reflected bloody and terrifying faces.

"Brush!" the scythe slashed down unhindered, slicing Homir's body into three pieces. The man in black pulled out the blade from the ground and licked it, revealing a surprised expression, because there was no blood on the knife. He looked up and saw that the woman wrapped in the Maltese five-star was a translucent ruby red, shimmering like a very high-colored red crystal. The brain, destroyed by the growth chip, could not comprehend what was happening in front of him, and the ghost warrior frantically swung his twin knives at the prey in front of him, but the blades passed through the woman's body again and again, as if the living human body was just a phantom made by a three-dimensional projector.

Homir had a hand on his shoulder, a thin, wrinkled old hand, the palm of which glowed red. The old man hiding in the shadows spoke: "Liberate, Razinge, you can't waste time on these miscellaneous fish, this is just a feint, and the level of the ghost is more than that." ”

"Yes, Deputy Speaker. The cardinal immediately nodded his head, took the cross from his neck and kissed it and stuffed it into his pocket, took off the cardinal's hat, took off his shawl, unbuttoned his robe, and folded his garment neatly. Beneath the bishop's robe was a naked body, completely different from Antonio Racinge's old appearance, this body belonged to a strong, smooth-skinned, explosive young man, every muscle showed a beautiful streamlined shape, body fat percentage, red and white muscle ratio, bone strength, and blood oxygen content were all at the peak of human beings, and below the eight-pack abs of this perfect body was a smooth pubic bone, with neither body hair nor any trace of male sexual organs. This body is neutral, once the revolution of Antonio Racine caused the small glands in his abdominal cavity to stop secreting steroids and ** hormones, the Adam's apple and masculine voice quickly disappeared, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out by invisible hands, his gray hair quickly turned jet black, and his cloudy pale green eyes gradually turned into deep lake green.

This is what God looks like. This is the name that the cardinal gave to his abilities. In Lucifer's mysterious underground laboratory, there are genetic samples left behind by the birth of each of the sons of God, and as Lucifer's chief deacon, Antonio Racinger uses his body as a test subject, constantly transforming ordinary flesh. Hundreds of mutated genes created this body, the primary and secondary sex characteristics disappeared, and in front of the mirror, the cardinal knelt down in prayer to the heavenly Father with a cross in his hand, and sang the praises of the mercy of the Creator with tears in his eyes, because angels have no gender, as pure light, complete spirit, heavenly guides, they are men and women at the same time, old and children, strong and weak, "this is what God looks like, Hallelujah......" At this moment, Racinger heard countless voices singing hymns, the arias of every cell in his body, the heartfelt admiration of every nerve, every muscle, every gland, every organ, every inch of skin, every sulcus of the brain, and from this moment he became the god of his body. He can control the working state of any organ in his body, increase or decrease his heartbeat at will, release adrenaline or dethyroxine into the bloodstream, and even completely change his appearance and gender.

The cardinal himself was not in charge of combat, he had never used a God-given body in actual combat, but when the deputy speaker gave the order, he did not hesitate to let the glory of the Lord illuminate the terrified faces of his enemies. The scythe man screamed and rushed over, the bishop's marble statue-like face showed no expression, he stepped out of his left leg, stepped into the enemy's circle of attack, and the pace that calculated the timing and angle to the extreme immediately caused the two scythes to fall behind his back, and the ghost warrior saw that he screamed and retreated, but was grabbed by the bishop's neck. Racinger's voice was indistinguishable from male and female, and had a seductive power that shook the flag: "God said: 'Let us make man in our image, according to our likeness.'" ’”

The foe swung their scythes in pain, the blades barely a fraction of the bishop's skin, but never touching the body. "'Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, over the cattle of the earth, and over all the earth. The voice of neither man nor woman chanted, and his left hand, which was as delicate as jade, tightened, and the eyes of the scythe man immediately froze.

"'And all the insects that crawl on the ground.'" As the Bible: Genesis Chapter 1, Verse 26 ends, the cardinal's fingers sink into the enemy's skin and muscles, pinch off the trachea and esophagus, grab the scythe man's cervical vertebrae and pull it hard, "po......of" Blood rain erupts, the ghost warrior's head is dragged out of the body with the entire spine, and the unsupported torso falls limply. The bishop's eyes were full of holy mercy, and he held up his hideous head and spine and recited the Sabbath Mass in the rain of blood.

"Vice-Vice-Speaker...... Homir regained his senses as the red light faded from his body, "I'm sorry I've caused you trouble!" Captain Speaker is besieged by five enemies, you have to rush over immediately!" Resisting the pain of his wound, the Guardian Knight gritted his teeth and said.

The Deputy Speaker replied: "Don't worry, the real enemy has not yet appeared, and there will be no problem with the 'artillery' Gusten in the Speaker." Don't get too far away from me, try to get in touch with your fellow underground, and we'll go down after you destroy these ghosts. ”

"Yes, yes!" the woman nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, two ghost warriors attacked one on the left and one on the right, the one on the left was holding two FallKnivenMC1 military obstacle removal knives, although he was holding a stainless steel tactical double-edged knife, he was in the swordsmanship starting style of the seventeen remnant Qi witch families in the Eastern Continent, this seventh-level great swordsman had raised his fighting spirit to the peak. The one on the right has his hands free, but there is a wind howling around him, and the "Storm Caller", an outlier among the magicians, is accumulating a sizable total attack spell. "Twenty seconds. Deputy Speaker Blau Kolchen suddenly muttered to himself, stretched out his palm to touch Homir's body, and the woman's thoughts stopped in an instant, and her body once again emitted a crystal red.

The cold light flickered, and the two war knives weaved a curtain of death in front of him, and the ensuing wind tore everything apart like the claws of an invisible beast, this attack did not consider cooperation at all, and the great swordsman who launched the assault was snatched of a large piece of flesh by the storm, and flew out with a scream, but before that, he was sure that his sword dance had already chopped the enemy to pieces.

"The first. A ruby figure appeared in the wind, and a thin palm touched the Great Swordsman's arm lightly and gently. Before he could exclaim, the swordsman had been stripped of his consciousness, and his body turned red, but as the color continued to fade, the flickering red figure became larger and thinner, and finally was blown away by the wind like smoke, turning into a light pink air stream and flying away.

"The wind is coming, the wind is coming, the wind is coming!" the Storm Caller held out his right hand to the sky and clenched his fist fiercely. A sudden tornado enveloped the Deputy Speaker, and the "Hish Lala......" wind teeth etched the concrete floor, sending the shattered stone high into the air, but the old man's glowing figure walked like a leisurely walk, through the storm, over the ruins, and touched the shoulders of the storm caller with his ugly palms.

"The second. ”

The Ghost Warrior was infected by the red virus, but the difference was that the red on his body became more and more intense, and began to turn into a crimson like blood clotting. His body quickly began to lose form, shrinking into a bulging mass that fell to the ground with a thud and flowed.

"Hoo ......"

With a long exhale, the color of Blau Kolchen's body vanished, and he reached out to wipe the blood from his nostrils, and sighed in an increasingly old voice, "Old." Let's hope this is the last battle......"

This ability is called "Van der Waals Disintegration". The palm of the old man's hand can release electromagnetic waves of a specific frequency, so that the touched object produces molecular-level oscillations, changing the intermolecular force (van der Waals force), the change of van der Waals radius of a few nanometers will produce earth-shaking changes, temporary discrete can make the molecular spacing larger, so that the object can accommodate other objects to pass through in a loose molecular structure, and because the chemical bond is not broken, the properties of the object after reduction will not change; the increase and contraction of intermolecular forces will cause the reduction of matter to molecular form and compression to polymer form.

This is the strength of the second-ranked deputy speaker of the brotherhood!