The golden pupils of the angel erupted with a searchlight-like glow, and the brown hair on the back of his head turned into white gold filaments.

And his body surface also showed obvious dragon characteristics, white scales extended from his heavenly court all the way down, and the empty white robe was also much fuller.

But the robe behind the angel was lifted and fell, and finally it was calm.

He himself was aware of this, and his face was slightly gloomy.

It is worthy of the seal of the relics of the Mythological Era, and even the Spirit of Words Yaqi, which is almost not inferior to the ancient authority, cannot break through.

However, this is enough.

He didn't want to rely on the dragon wing to win, and after being buried in the coffin for so long, it was time to loosen his muscles.

"If you give me the armor that is on you, I will not kill you. How is it? ”

Zhe Angel said.

Lu Ming didn't say anything, but answered him with his fists.

Spark Glory, overrun mode starts, 200% output.

Lu Mingfei grabbed Zhe Angel's calf with his backhand, and smashed his crotch with his empty fist.

Fighting on the battlefield has always been done in every possible way.

"That's amazing."

The Philosopher's eyes lit up, and although his Spirit Yagi was not complete, the power of this exoskeleton armor was still beyond his expectations.

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

But alchemy has had limits from the beginning, and human technology is far from end.

However, such a high-tech product should not be mass-produced, otherwise Banlita would not have been able to rise.

It's a pity that I can only study it after I break it.

The other leg of the philosopher angel also stood in the air, and then he kicked it forward, right in the middle of Lu Mingfei's breastplate.

Although the cuirass's defenses were indestructible, the force of the shock also took the leg he was holding out of his grasp.

The Philosopher Angel flew upside down like an Ala Han Snow Swallow, and Lu Mingfei's iron fist also blasted into the air.

He clenched his fists and rubbed his body again.

And the angel did not dodge or dodge, and rushed up.

One is an imperial warrior with a steel ambition, and the other is an immortal herald angel in the flesh, and under the full force of the fight, the place where they pass is like ten excavators digging and being crushed by ten road rollers.

Not to mention that the cave was torn apart, and the prophet over there escorted the two Yuan Zhinu with a few henchmen, preparing to flee to another nest.

There are still three holes in the cunning rabbit, and how can Banlita, which has been surrounded and suppressed by NATO troops all the year round, have only one base camp.

Moreover, this place was originally built because it was inconvenient for the angel to leave, and the defense measures were actually much weaker.

After all, the greatest defensive force of the Sage Mausoleum is the Sage himself.

As long as they escaped to Yusuf Dashura's headquarters on the eastern side of the Swat Valley, they were largely safe.

There are dozens of main battle tanks there, although they are all old guys from the former Soviet Union era such as T-54 and T-55, and the main battle tanks used to fight the current three generations are basically hanged, but they are more than enough to hit people.

Moreover, Yusuf still has a large number of armored vehicles and heavy weapons in his hands, which is enough to form an impenetrable firepower network.

As wise men who have survived internal and external wars, prophets have always considered the worst.

Even if the other party really killed the Sage as prophesied.

He would also wage a holy war in the name of revenge for the Sage, and in doing so, he would become the highest-ranking leader in the Banli Tower.

As for the enemy, he has already thought about it, and it can only be the Americans and their lackeys, the current government of Allahan.

Sitting in the BTR-80 armored transport vehicle, the Prophet closed his eyes and recuperated while thinking about how to deal with Yusuf Dashura later.

Although he is the spiritual leader of the Banli Pagoda in northern Alahan, and he has the golden sign of the Sage in his hand, Yusuf has a heavy army in his hands after all, and his personal prestige is also very high.

If the Sage is fine, if it does fall, then the Prophet will have to think carefully about how to get this great warlord on his side.

It's hateful, if the other party comes a little later, let them recover the lost divine power of the sage, not to mention a few little thieves, even the NATO garrison will be wiped out.

When the time comes, they will first destroy the thieves, and then drive out the land and establish a religious state.

Then he sent an oracle to Iran and many of its neighboring countries to form a clerical alliance.

At that time, he will be the immortal hero of the re-creation of the Divine Religion, even if he is not comparable to the messenger of Allah, but with the support of the Holy One, it should not be a problem to be crowned a holy prophet.

"Prophet, are we going to leave the Holy One and run away on our own?"

Ahmet said with some trepidation.

Although he did many things that were contrary to the teachings, the more he did this, the more religious he became.

Especially after the Holy One really came into the world, this piety reached its peak.

This is the decree of the Holy One, and as servants of Allah, we must obey it. Moreover, our strength is like the sun and the moon compared to that of the Sage, and staying there will only hinder him. ”

The Prophet opened his eyes and said wearily.

Ahmed had done a great job, and he had always been loyal to him, and he was going to cultivate it well, so he had a little more patience in speaking.

"Yes, I see."

Ahmet suddenly felt a little more reverence on his face.

The Prophet smiled softly and was about to say a few words of encouragement, when the body shook violently.

"What's going on?"

He asked.

"Prophet, the enemy is catching up from behind."

The commander said.

"Is the silver-armored warrior there?"

He asked.

"No, just a van."

The captain replied.

"Then kill the infidels."

The Prophet said viciously, no longer as wise and indifferent as before.

Did you hear the words of the prophet? Kill those damn infidels! ”

The captain yelled.

"Yes!"

The crew responds in unison, then turns the head of the car.

The armored transport vehicle made ruts on the ground, and the turret at the front of the hull spewed bright tongues of fire from the 14.5 mm KPVT machine gun and 7.62 mm PKT machine gun.

The Heavy adjusted the angle of the two machine guns, and the bullets of both sizes shot out clouds of dust on the ground, like two death ribbons to the neck of the van.

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

"Want to me? Eat the rockets you guys. ”

Fingal stood up from the skylight, carrying another pitch-black bazooka on his shoulder.

The mass-produced power armor equipment guys are not able to catch it, but the bomb equipment department of various types has everything, and the quantity is enough.

He was just about to launch, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong and quickly released his finger.

The hostages are still in the car opposite.

Yuan Zhinu probably can't die, but if Yumi Ishihara is blown up, Lu Mingfei will definitely hang him up and beat him.

Thinking of being used as a shooting target, Fingal was so frightened that he immediately put down the bazooka.

Then picked up the equipment department custom automatic grenade launcher.

30 rounds of drum feeding, precision firepower is beyond the main combat level, the disadvantage is that the recoil is basically not optimized.

Even if you are a half-breed person, you should use a forward leaning position like riding a motorcycle, otherwise you can easily get injured.

However, after using the Spirit Bronze Throne, this recoil is nothing.

Fingal held the automatic grenade launcher to his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

As long as it is not killed, it is acceptable to blow up the cripples.

After all, they weren't police officers, they were warbands that brought death.

(End of chapter)