As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 418 The real leader should stand in front of the believers

Time goes back five hours.

At the edge of an alley surrounded by police cars, a group of seemingly ordinary men stood at the intersection and blended into the crowd.

The man in the lead was called Mikram, one of the few cleaners of the Church of the Undead in the city.

The Cleaners are equivalent to killers trained by the church, who specialize in doing dirty things. They have many believers with excellent combat capabilities who can be used as shields and bullets. They will only take action personally when it is absolutely necessary.

Mikram made eye contact with the police officer who was handling the case, who appeared in another dirty alley a few minutes later.

"It's your people who should be dead."

The police took out a photo of Mosimones and handed it over.

Mikram took the photo and nodded in confirmation.

The policeman took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and put it between his lips, saying, "If your people want to fight or make trouble, don't make it too big. This morning you blew up that alien office and caused quite a bit of trouble. We can't clean up your mess."

clap clap...

The lighter is out of gas.

Mikram took out a match, struck a flame and lit the other person's cigarette.

The policeman took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and said, "Anyway, please be careful. We are also being oppressed by the new mayor. Please keep quiet recently."

Mikram nodded.

After he and a group of people watched the police leave, someone spoke up and said, "Mosimgones found the location of Sol's 'blessing', but he didn't see anyone when he went there, so he notified us to look for him somewhere else and got separated."

In fact, it was because the sales car was invisible at the time that Mosignes did not notice it, otherwise there would be at least a dozen believers surrounding Li Nuo and his group.

Mikram said nothing, he just waved his hand.

"Keep following up on Thor's movements. I'm going to work."

8pm.

Mikram was coming home from get off work.

His job is an architect, a respectable one.

"Oh, Mikram, working overtime again?"

After returning to his neighborhood, an old man watering flowers on the roadside greeted him warmly.

"Yeah... architects work overtime all the time, but they don't get overtime pay."

"How about we hold a banner and go to protest someday? I'll help you get some help, old man."

"It depends on what you said..."

Mikram smiled and scratched his head.

"The company probably has its own unspeakable difficulties, there's no need to do that."

"Of course it is necessary, I tell you!"

The old man paused in the middle of his speech because his wife walked out of the house.

"You are again instigating young people to make trouble for the government."

"Aunt, uncle didn't do that. He was just helping me to stand up for justice."

"What do you mean by fighting for justice? Here, these are fresh vegetables that I grew in my backyard."

Mikram took the vegetables, smiled and nodded, then turned and left.

"I have to go home and cook."

The two old men couldn't help but sigh as they watched him leave.

"What a nice kid."

Mikram lives in an area of ​​the city where the middle class gathers. He is not rich, but he has a decent job so his life is pretty good.

The neighbors have a good impression of him. He is a man who has grown up without parents but changed his life through his own efforts.

Mikram entered his house and the smell of barbecue came from the kitchen.

"Wash your hands, change your shoes, and eat!" The wife's pleasant voice came from the kitchen.

He has a very good wife.

In this patriarchal society, the wife not only has a decent job but also never complains about too much housework.

Mikram found that the meal was very rich today.

"What's the good news?"

"Guess~"

The wife walked out of the house with a smile, holding a pot of fragrant stew in her hand.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Hey."

Mikram picked up the phone.

"At eight o'clock, the west relief house was massacred. It was the sacrifices who did it. Clean up the sacrifices on your side as soon as possible. At the cost of your life, get on the bus tomorrow. You may not be able to come back this time. Pack up your things."

Click.

He hung up the phone.

"what happened?"

the wife asked.

Mikram lowered his head. He had many titles in his life, but the most important one was still the cleaner of cults.

"Guess what surprise I have prepared for you?"

The wife rested her chin lightly on Mikram's shoulder.

"Mina."

"Hmm~"

"I'm going on a business trip this time and may not be able to come back. Are you willing to come with me?"

"of course."

Mikram hugged his wife.

"Great, then you don't have to die, just living forever with me is enough."

"what?"

Before the wife could feel any strange emotions coming to her mind, her body had already been pierced by a hand.

The last thing the woman saw was her husband's bloody hand being pulled out of her body, and the last thing she heard was:

"I will absorb you and bring you eternal life."

Mikram's face opened into spider-web-like cracks, and his split mouthparts bit his wife's body into his mouth.

"This way we can be together forever."

This is what cultists are like. They can kill people they have slept with for many years without any psychological burden. To them, it is not about erasing the existence of their loved ones, but about taking their loved ones to a better place.

Mikram packed up his clothes used for the killing. The black woolen coat was fragrant, and the blood had been washed away by his wife's hard work. At the head of the bed, he saw a list.

The wife is pregnant.

Mikram's eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion.

"The cleaner is indeed not an ordinary person."

At night, his fellow believers teased Mikram like this.

"Is that all these people?"

Mikram didn't care at all and looked at the group of believers standing in front of him with suspicion.

In the dark alley, a woman wearing round sunglasses leaned against the wall, leaning her body with a playful smile on her face. Her short hair and slim black clothes set off her seductive face and figure, but no one would have the slightest desire for this guy.

The woman smiled and said, "At eight o'clock, the sacrifice caused a scene in the poorhouse and killed all three cleaners."

Mikram understood. There were only eight cleaners in the city, plus he now had five more people. They had other plans. The remaining people were trying to hunt for sacrifices. Moreover, the noise during the day made it difficult for their church to take action continuously. That would not be good for their leader who was imprisoned in prison.

If it weren't for Phil from the "End Corridor" making such a fuss, there might be dozens of people present now, or even four cleaners would have arrived directly.

"After the mission is over, will we be on the train tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, follow the orders."

"understood."

"By the way, your family members?"

The woman pressed down her sunglasses with her fingers, and her pair of purple pupils scanned everyone.

“It has been dealt with.”

Mikram answered for everyone.

The woman nodded imperceptibly, and black mist rose around her body, transforming into thick black bat-shaped smoke.

"Try to kill the sacrifice here. If we let them get on the car, it will cause a lot of trouble later."

As she finished speaking, she was swept into the sky by the black mist.

She turned into a bat, a huge bat surrounded by mist and blending into the night sky. If it flew by on a sunny day, the sunlight would be blocked by her wings.

Decades ago, an incident brought the Church of the Undead into contact with vampire blood, and they used the abilities of vampires to create heralds.

Because of the vampire's ability to repair its body, the Herald achieved "eternal life" from another perspective.

No matter they are cleaners or ordinary believers, in their eyes, the messenger who can transform into a bat is one of the highest beliefs.

……

The woman flew into the sky and found something strange.

The thing stood on the roof of a restaurant and looked like a ○○.

This made her marvel: Are sculptures these days so blatantly performance art?

Next to the prototype of the "Armstrong Cyclonic Acceleration Armstrong Cannon", a conversation that determined the woman's fate took place.

"Master, a bat was found."

"Male or female?"

"The kind that can give birth to children."

"Hit it down gently."

"Master, why should the female be beaten gently?"

"How can you use it if it's broken?"

"The leader is wise!"

"Humph."

"But, Master, the prototype of the 'Armstrong Rotating Armstrong Cannon' only has one shell, and it takes two to three days to cool down."

"Do you know what a trial model is? It's used and then thrown away."

"The master is very wise!"

It doesn’t matter what the woman’s name is. In a harem manga or novel, she might become a whitewashed villain because she had a miserable childhood and is still a virgin.

But Maljie would never let the bats fly into the sky and disturb the kite flying freely above the dark clouds. That was the kite that only he could see.

Maljie wants to have a harem, and he dreams of having girls on both sides.

So he has always been gentle to women. He would call all women except Nanami "Miss" or "Ms." with respectful titles. That is the gentleness that is unique to Maljie.

Unconsciously, many women will be influenced by his gentleness, and subtly, they will realize that he has already established a harem, but they just don't know it.

Ever since he met Sawa, he gave up the greatest dream for men. Screw the harem, he only wants Sawa.

Even so, Maljie still reserves his tenderness for women.

"Just cripple her with one shot. Send some believers to catch her steadily and send her to the hospital after treatment. We must respect the laws of this city. Then we can go and talk to her together in the second half of the night. If she is really stubborn, we can only let the damn demon hunter deal with her. I don't think anyone wants to see that situation."

Malj said this with sadness.

He seemed to see a good woman being torn apart by Li Nuo, what a waste.

The believers handed him tissues.

"Master, great love."

"Master, great love."

"Master, great love."

"Master, great love."

boom!
Amid the praises, the "Armstrong Cyclotron Accelerated Armstrong Cannon" blasted the woman down with one shot.

She blossomed like a firework.

The whole person fell to the ground in confusion. You know, even a prototype cannon can penetrate the barrier of the Creation Mountain. Of course, this cannon is not as outrageous as Uncle Henry's.

[Prototype Armstrong Cyclone Acceleration Armstrong Cannon]

[Quality: Excellent (because it is gone after use)]

[Effect: Fire one gao丨wan at a time, as a cannonball, the ammunition is Emil's head, it's finished after using it once, because there is only one ○ man who needs to rest]

[Brief description: The description will be a bit long. In fact, its blueprint comes from Uncle Henry, but that is something that only the craftsmen of light can make. All Maljie can do is to improve on the blueprint. It can't fly, but it has the fire powder of the Overlord Fire Dragon, and the skins left by the Golden Lion and the Carved Dragon as outer armor to ensure the reduction of recoil. In other words, this thing can even be used as an assassination weapon, and its shells are the most special.

Uncle Henry used the power of the Light Craftsman to combine space with gorgeous light and shadows to create something that could destroy the Creation Mountain.

What Maljie used was "Neil".

Jakol's record: At a certain time in the world of NieR, there will be an Emil who officially joins the Mechanical Cult. As the strongest fighting force in that world, it is very easy for Emil to split countless heads, but if it splits too much, it will cause its mind to go berserk. The Mechanical Cult can only raise that Emil as a pet. Later, Malger discovered that Emil's round head has a very strong impact force. If you treat its head as a "beep--", in short, the prototype of this cannon appeared.]

Jakor in "NieR" has been silently monitoring the mechanical cult, and he was shocked when he saw the concept of this thing.

She even went to Xing Kai to get the data about this thing.

But Xing Kai just said to Yakor: If you knew how I got here, you would even think that ○○ being a big shot is simply a breath of fresh air.

Maljie is indeed a clean person now, at least he is eliminating the problem of dependence on [shit blocks].

Seriously speaking, always using those dirty things is not the way to become a cult leader. He often thinks, "Saya is such a clean person, he will not like me to use that stuff to make myself smelly, right?" People will gradually live like they like people who are similar to them, and this is slowly being verified in him. It's just that he is the one who is involved in the matter, so he doesn't know some things.

Sometimes there would be some melancholy in Maljie's eyes, longing or fear, complementing each other. The woman who was bombed by the "Armstrong Spin Accelerated Armstrong Cannon" had the last glance of the leader before her mind completely sank.

That is the man with the roses on his body.

He is a man whose painting style is above everyone else.

What she didn't know was that he was also the leader of a cult. At that moment, the woman forgot the panic of falling to the ground. She was so worried about seeing him that she forgot to send a message to the believers who were preparing to purge Li Nuo, all because of Maljie's face.

The world of the second dimension is a world where looks matter.

puff.

The woman crashed into a cushion made of shit and was knocked unconscious by the smoke.

The mechanical life forms sent her to a black clinic.

Maljie was still wondering why this woman didn't warn her companions?
He suddenly woke up: "Can the power of the Armstrong's cyclotron-accelerated Armstrong cannon control people's mental thinking?"

"The leader is mighty!"

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

When Malger and a group of mechanical life forms laughed, everyone in the office watched in silence.

What the hell is this evil god?
The god of the absurd and lascivious?
……

And at the same time.

Mikram looked at the light that just flashed across the sky and felt uneasy.

"That... can't be..."

"Master Cleaner, don't forget that the messengers are all people with the 'Great Blessing'. They will not be in danger."

Mikram listened to the words of the new formal believer in front of him and made himself feel a little more at ease. He thought that it might be because he had just merged his wife into his body that she was indecisive as a woman.

The believers who were responsible for searching for Li Nuo returned soon.

"They have planted some individual assassins nearby, and there are bombs and other things buried there."

"Where's Thor?"

"Yes, I can sense the 'blessing' on him."

The believer said this, flipping his palm.

The golden magic power flowed up and gathered into a flashing hourglass-shaped object. This was a sign of the blessing of the undead. Once there was a blessed person nearby, the hourglass would begin to flow and flip. The closer they were, the faster it would flow.

"We have another group of people nearby."

"Let them go around behind us."

Mikram plans to meet this "sacrifice".

He put on a white mask that symbolized the start of the cleanup, walked in front of the team, and flashed to the warehouse where Li Nuo and Cha Bai were hiding.

"Notify the cultists who are flanking behind to divert the attention of the nearby killers, leaving five people behind to provide support with hot weapons."

Mikram gave orders to those around him.
He weighed the abilities of the "sacrifices" and concluded that Li Nuo had a devastating oppressive power on ordinary believers. In order not to waste lives, Mikram decided to be the target himself. He confronted Li Nuo and Cha Bai head-on, allowing the believers to launch a roundabout sneak attack.

A team of more than 30 people in total, theoretically, will not fail.

Unless something unexpected happens.

For example, a terrifying force that could destroy them all with one blow.

But in Mikram's mind, only the leader Pesca, who has never shown his strength, has such divine power.

Maljie is now standing on the roof (returning to the end of the previous chapter).

He threw out his Nokia...

Li Nuo's alchemy is indeed half-baked, but he can always use alchemy to synthesize some strange things. The strangest thing is that he got a skill, [Funny setting of a certain railgun].

Maljie boldly innovated and continued to build on the past by combining this thing with Nokia.

Just like [Burning Phantom Light Break], another skill that may be beyond the current player level has strangely appeared.

[A Nokia railgun]

[Type: Active Skills]

[Learning conditions: Able to use 5% of Nokia's power, able to use magic, spiritual power 100, physical fitness 100, body capable of making electrically sensitive objects (including those with lightning attributes), strong fingers, and Chuunibyou]

[Effect: Use magic power to collide with the high-speed rotating Nokia, generate extremely high voltage to break through the air to form plasma, replacing the role of the rail. The principle is the same as the railgun, but the difference from the original railgun is that the principle of the railgun is Ampere force, while Nokia generates "creative construction force". It can turn "absurdity" into magnetic force to launch extremely powerful electromagnetic cannons. In theory, the stronger the corpse photographed by Nokia, the greater its power... I'm a staff member of Basel, I don't know what the shit I'm talking about]

[Note: After using this skill, the user will fall into a state of low health and will not be able to recover vitality within five minutes. Nokia will also turn into particles and disappear for several hours.]

When the magic element that popped out from Maljie's fingers touched the spinning Nokia, the Nokia's screen glowed brightly, and the electric current generated by the phone screen shot straight into the sky, cracking in the air like a spider web.

Maljie's eyes were directed at the group of believers of the Church of the Undead, and what his retina saw was reflected on the screen of the Nokia.

"boom."

The azure electromagnetic cannon shot out from the Nokia screen!
The terrifying speed left afterimages in the air, and blue beams lit up the sky like lasers.

The ground and buildings were dug up wherever it passed, and the strong wind generated by the aftermath alone was more powerful than that of an ordinary air cannon.

Mikram was just thinking that, except for their Pesca leader, there was no such thing in the world that could change one's fate with one strike, but when the light of the electromagnetic cannon illuminated his eyes...

He heard Li Nuo shouting in the warehouse.

"Chabai, run!"

Mikram couldn't run away.

All of them couldn't run away.

The silent explosion crushed the ground, as if a Kamehameha had shattered the earth. The electromagnetic cannon had a small range, only about twenty meters in radius, but the compressed impact force was enough to crush any creature with a physique of less than 300.

on the roof.

Everyone in the office was stunned. They looked at the back of this evil god.

Maljie stood there, looking at Nokia who was disappearing. He said to Nokia gently: "You have completed your mission."

I am so handsome.

Then, because the skill forced him to lose blood, Maljie vomited blood.

With blood on the corner of his mouth, he glanced at the believers and office employees.

I am so handsome.

Mechanical life forms: "Master, so handsome!"

The handsome man in the office stepped forward and asked, "Is this... the power of the Evil God?"

Maljie smiled slightly: "Or else?"

"Oh no... I mean... I've never heard of a god doing it himself, leaving his followers to act as an atmosphere behind the scenes..."

"Fool."

Maljie said softly.

"How can a true leader and true faith let believers stand in the front?"

His voice is full of magnetism, with a slight bubbling sound, and is infinitely gentle.

All the employees in the office were defeated.

Before they evolved into humans, they were actually followers of a mechanical cult. After evolving, they forgot their past memories, and fate dragged them back to the mechanical cult. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, no one knew, but they only had one thing in their minds now.

——Long live the mechanical evil god.

……

Li Nuo was blasted into an underground pipe by the electromagnetic cannon, or rather, he was now lying in a pool of dirty water, surrounded by deposited brick wall rubble.

The air was filled with a burning smell.

His heavy breathing made him feel that the effect of the [Red Tearstone Ring] had been triggered.

The moment the electromagnetic cannon appeared just now, Li Nuo opened a shield and kicked Cha Bai far away. He would never do such a thing as kicking his own woman unless the crisis was extremely serious.

"The one with the surname Ma..."

Li Nuo stood up from the ground, with blood coming out of his mouth.

As he recalled, before the ambush, he specifically told Maljie not to let the mechanical life forms fire energy cannons, and now try not to cause too much movement. After all, in this script, the player's identity is at a disadvantage, and once it is noticed by the authorities, the consequences will be disastrous.

Maljie responded to him at the time: Am I such an unreliable person?
Li Nuo really believed in Maljie, and that trust was unparalleled.

But what he didn't expect was that Maljie trusted him too much. Marjie simply believed that Li Nuo would never die. In Maljie's concept, Li Nuo was the person who could solve any crisis no matter how big it was. So he simply used that trust to make Li Nuo a target, gathered the cultists together and destroyed them with one blow.

All this disrupted Li Nuo's original plan. He wanted to capture the cleaner alive and then interrogate him for information that would allow him to obtain more settlement rewards.

Li Nuo's heartbeat quickened rapidly, and he cursed with bloodshot teeth:
"Maljie...I'm going to fuck your grandma's mouth!"

Maljie heard the sound through the headset and felt very strange.

"When did Miss Chabai become my grandmother?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Can't you tell me before you do anything?"

"Hmph, what if the other party has someone who can control minds?"

Li Nuo immediately wilted.

Maljie is right. Since the cult is related to the devil, it may also have the ability to steal psychological activities. Even if we don't know whether it is true, it is better to take precautions...

"never mind……"

Li Nuo spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto his hands.

If it weren't for the protection of the [Seal of Albers], he would have had to use [Pixel Slash] just now.

It feels so dangerous.

Even if Maljie stripped off the [Shit Block], he would already be a super-standard player.

Thinking of this, Li Nuo smiled with peace of mind.

He smiled and looked at the dark corner opposite.

Mikram was not killed by the explosion. He dug through the rubble and stood up from the wet groundwater.

At this moment, the demon hunter and the cleaner's eyes met, and an extremely cold and gloomy atmosphere instantly spread.

“Still alive…”

"Incredible bastard."

A corner of Mikram's white mask was cracked, and his exposed eyes were full of murderous intent.

He walked towards Li Nuo.

And Li Nuo is also ready to take action.

wow...

On the side, the sound of falling sand and gravel attracted the attention of the two.

Cha Bai crawled out from another cave.

She stood in the distance, staring at Li Nuo with blood on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Mikram.

Chabai's quiet blue eyes suddenly lit up red.

Mikram was stunned. He felt a huge anger bursting out from this woman.

"..."

Cha Bai took a step forward, her high heels splashing angrily in the puddle.

She gritted her teeth and said:
"You beat him so hard that he vomited blood..."

(End of this chapter)