"What's going on?!"

The Prophet was furious.

The old countenance was distorted with shock, and Ahmet noticed that his face seemed to have scale-like patterns that stretched from his forehead to his neck.

"Prophet, an enemy has broken in!"

Captain Gulz went and returned.

"How many? What is the origin? ”

The Prophet asked urgently.

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

He replied quickly

When he heard the last sentence, he didn't know if it was because of the consumption of words and spirits or because he was distracted, and the prophet's eyes darkened.

"Prophet!"

There was chaos inside the worship room, and even more so outside the worship room.

Lu Mingfei formed a sharp arrow formation, but it was Fingal who rushed to the front.

He was also wearing a thickened version of the carapace armor, and with the Bronze Throne that had been opened, it was simply a humanoid tank.

"Taste this, bearded bastards."

Fingal laughed wildly, each hand carrying a heavy machine gun, the chains crossed over his chest like two ribbons.

The bullets swept through the fortifications on the periphery of the base like a sandstorm in the Gobi, and even the reinforced concrete wall could not withstand the erosion of the 12.7mm armor-piercing tungsten core bullets.

This was not meant to be used against this group of backward armed religious elements, its opponent was the pure-blooded dragons whose scales were harder than alloy.

Lu Mingfei followed Fingal, occasionally using his assault rifle to help him shoot off the heavy shooters.

The fifth month dragged at the rear, and the automatic grenade launcher in his hand constantly fired blue grenades, blasting the opposite fortifications into sparks.

With their unconventional physical fitness and weaponry, the three of them completed the complete suppression of nearly a hundred militants.

"Tell Gen Zhinu that we've arrived."

Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

"Okay."

Fingal replied, then lowered the heavy machine gun and removed the bazooka from his back.

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

"Try this, bearded men, it's much fiercer than the ones you like to use."

Fingal smirked and snapped the launch button.

For some reason, he seems to hate Banlita so much.

Rockets painted in pure black flew out, and a half-decayed World Tree was painted on the body.

Only products that are recognized as excellent are eligible to be tattooed with the Kassel school crest, and this is Kurt Jank's latest masterpiece, the Boom No. 1.

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

A glimmer of light beyond the reach of the human eye filled the world, and the pure burst of fire like a nova instantly lifted the steel fortress that could withstand heavy machine guns.

Not to mention the flesh and blood, the pieces of blood and flesh were shattered and splashed by the shock wave and evaporated by the heat, and some large pieces of bone were not burned to ashes, but were torn into thumb-length bone fragments.

The mountain behind the fortifications was also shaken, the stones were shaken off by the aftermath of the rockets, and cracks appeared in the mountain walls.

"The Warlord is here."

Feeling the shaking under her feet, Gen Zhinu said.

"Yumi-san, get ready to go out with me."

He said to Satomi Ishihara.

"Where do you want to go?"

Just as the Yuan Zhinu was about to open the keel state and break free from the chains on her body, an indifferent voice sounded in the back of her head.

On the other side of Gen Zhinu, Satomi Ishihara had a ghostly expression on her face.

He calmly turned back, 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 thread, but the arrangement was staggered, and the combination was a variety of dragon-shaped patterns.

Just this kind of ingenious embroidery is enough to be treasured in a museum.

And the eyes of young people are the same as those antiquities on display in the museum, full of the vicissitudes of time.

Just by looking at the source child, she could confirm that the person in front of her must be a pure-blooded dragon clan.

The keel state exploded with all its strength, and the chains that were enough to lock the Asian elephant in heat were instantly broken, and the broken bronze ring shot towards the white-robed youth.

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

He admired as he pulled away the bronze ring, which was faster than a bullet.

The face of the Yuan Zhinu, who had already rushed out of the cage, sank, he didn't think of taking the opportunity to attack, but his intuition strongly warned him, stay away from this pure-blood dragon clan.

This sense of oppression is even stronger than that of Norton, who has just woken up.

Who is this guy?

"Are you guessing who I am?"

The young man saw through his thoughts.

"An existence like you will naturally not be a nobody."

Yuan Zhinu replied politely.

"Very polite young man, good looking. I've changed my mind, be my messenger. ”

The young man smiled slightly.

Compared to those dirty and rude believers, it was still the White King half-breed in front of him who was more in line with his heart.

Anyway, he didn't plan to kill the source girl, he just took blood every day.

"I haven't had the pleasure of knowing your name yet."

Gen Zhinu did not answer the young man's question.

"My real name has long since been discarded, and I have been called many times in the history of mankind. The last one is Jebriel. ”

The young man said disapprovingly.

Yuan Zhinu's pupils shrank, since he knew that the dragon clan was hidden in the mythological history of mankind, he had made up for the relevant knowledge.

And Jebrel Illai (hereinafter referred to as the angel of Jebel) is one of the four angels under Allah, the angel who preaches the oracle to all beings.

According to commentators, he was sent by Allah to the cave of Hira outside Mecca to deliver an oracle to the Holy Prophet in retreat, "ordaining him holy" and revealing to him some verses of the Koran.

"Looks like you know me."

The youth was a little surprised.

His accounts are pitifully scarce, and not many of his followers, even among those believers, know of his existence.

"Know your opponent and know your friends, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles."

Yuan Zhinu answered his question with a Chinese proverb.

And the conversation between the two of them just now has been in Chinese.

"I have no interest in being the enemy of humanity, and I am not the one who wants to destroy you."

The philosopher shook his head.

"Then why did you kidnap humans?"

Gen Zhinu questioned.

"Because I'm going to heal my wounds, and the flesh and blood of a half-breed is the best tonic."

The angel said frankly.

"Then why didn't you eat the two of us?"

He asked again.

"The blood of the White King is too rare, it's too wasteful to eat it at once, it's better to raise it and drink blood."

The angels have no concealment.

"Sure enough, if it is not of my race, its heart will be different."

The delicate eyes of the young girl gradually overflowed with murderous aura.

As in the histories described by the Warband, these xenomorphs treat humans as livestock to be slaughtered at will.

"It has nothing to do with race. It's just that the superior takes the life and death of the inferior. Similar things are not uncommon in your own human history. ”

The philosopher shook his head.

Hearing this, Gen Zhinu was stunned, indeed, there are also brutal aristocrats in Japanese history who believed that children's hearts and livers could cure diseases, so they brought their young sons to drink.

"Humans and dragons are brutal by nature, but you don't attribute great power to yourself, and you can form a balance between each other, so you have developed morality and law."

The angel taught patiently.

"What are the morals and laws of the dragon clan?"

Yuan Zhinu also asked cooperatively.

"That's a good question."

The philosopher's eyes looked at him with a little more appreciation.

He was about to answer when the cell shook again.

The sound of the explosion, closer.

(End of chapter)