I can find treasures in my dreams.

Chapter 386: The Sacred Artifact with the Power of Resurrection

The messenger's face changed repeatedly, and he finally realized that he would never be able to convince these two of his fellow tribesmen with just his words.

Because the Eastern Great Xia was too powerful, and also because the Xia people gave too much.

Generous treatment, sufficient supplies, a complete training system, generous family benefits, and even world-leading advanced equipment.

Just this set of Tiangong No. 2 exoskeleton is something that the White Umbrella Sect could never possibly produce.

What the sect can offer are only vague promises and a difficult road full of thorns.

The messenger of God finally said with a stern face, "You shameless traitors, you betrayed our tribe for a mere petty profit!"

The two indigenous psychics of the Blood Flag Legion responded without hesitation.

"The White Umbrella Evil God will never be qualified to represent Shapudian. You started this war without any consideration for your own selfishness and killed so many innocent civilians."

"Don't use this as a banner. Do you think we don't know that what the White Umbrella Sect really wants is power? In order to achieve your goal, all the flesh and blood of Shapudian are stepping stones for the White Umbrella Sect."

The messenger of God suddenly realized that the counterattacks of the two traitors were reasonable and well-founded, and he didn't know how to refute them.

His translucent body became hazy, and he shouted, "Traitor, do you dare to fight me?"

The messenger of God originally thought that these two people chose to be Daxia's lackeys only for the sake of Daxia's benefits, and their fighting will must not be too high.

However, he soon found out that he was totally wrong. The fighting spirit of these two traitors was surprisingly high.

The two psychics from the Blood Flag Legion looked at each other and rushed forward without any hesitation.

"Woo~"

All I heard was a sharp scream.

The messenger of God turned the illusory white umbrella in his hand, and suddenly threw out two white lights, rushing towards the two opponents like lightning.

The two Blood Flag Legion psychics instantly predicted the attack path of the white light and quickly dodged to the left and right.

at this time.

The messenger of God curled his lips and made a small gesture with his right hand.

"puff!"

The white light suddenly split.

Each ray of white light dispersed into four pieces of white light, and the flight path even had a slight arc, rushing towards the target at a faster speed.

A psychic from the Blood Flag Legion did not expect that the messenger of God had this trick. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was caught off guard and failed to avoid it completely.

A flash of white light passed by the man's right palm.

A flash of blood appeared and half of the palm fell off.

Another psychic from the Blood Flag Legion reacted a little faster and narrowly avoided Bai Mang's attack.

The messenger of God smiled contemptuously: "Waste!"

He thought that since one of the traitors had been crippled by his blow, the two would be frightened and would simply turn around and run away.

But the reality is completely different from what was expected.

The palm-broken mutant just frowned, without even crying out in pain, and then shouted, "Kill!"

"Woo~"

The power of the jet engine instantly increased to the maximum, pushing the Tiangong No. 2 exoskeleton to fly over.

at the same time.

The one with the broken palm connected to the weapon through the metal nerve connection, and two six-barreled Gatling guns were lifted up by the mechanical arms.

Another tall psychic also moved and began to approach the messenger quickly.

With the help of a mechanical arm, his left hand raised a large black shield, and in his right hand he held a strange gun that was more than two meters long.

this moment.

The messenger of God was a little shocked and full of confusion.

He really didn't understand why the two traitors would choose to fight him to the death?
The Daxia people have indeed given you a lot of benefits, but you just need to deal with them on the battlefield.

Why bother trying so hard?
Isn’t it good to be alive?
"Da da!"

A metal storm broke out.

As each bullet passed by, a light blue trail could be seen with the naked eye.

This is obviously not an ordinary bullet, but a special model with added materials.

"Oh!"

Special firearms also opened fire.

What shot out of the muzzle was not a bullet, but a streak of light emitting an extremely cold air.

This is what is called a "super gun".

Simply put, it is to combine supernatural powers with firearms so that it has the powerful destructive power of supernatural powers and the ease of operation and long range of firearms.

This is a concept first proposed by Daxia, and it is also a hot research topic in the supernatural field of Canglan Star.

And naturally, Daxia is ahead of the world in this technology.

While other countries are still exploring, Daxia has already put super-powered firearms into actual combat, once again leading the world far ahead.

However, super-powered firearms are not universally available at present, and can only be used by officially awakened psychics.

On the other hand, due to the huge differences between individuals and the variety of superpowers, only some superpowers can be adapted to super-powered firearms, while others cannot be used.

When the envoy of God suddenly saw the two super-powered guns, he cursed in his heart: "Damn the Daxia people, how dare they be so willing to do so!"

He really didn't expect that the people of Daxia would be willing to equip the Shapdian psychic with rare super-powered firearms.

At this point.

The deadly internal struggle between the two groups of Shapdian superpowers has begun.

No one had any intention of holding back, and everyone was fighting with all their might, as if this was the last battle of their lives.

Bullets emitting light blue flames and streams of light carrying an extremely cold air almost passed by the body of the messenger of God.

A burning sensation and a deep chill immediately penetrated his body.

Although it was just a minor skin injury, the feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

It's not that the messenger of God is deliberately playing with your heart.

But the bullets and the light were too fast.

The messenger of God took a look at the tall psychic and immediately judged that the super sniper rifle posed a greater threat, so he decisively rushed towards the opponent.

Three seconds later.

The messenger of God was unable to dodge and his left arm was hit by a stream of extremely cold light.

His entire left arm froze instantly, his figure blurred for a moment, and then his left arm returned to normal.

This is obviously a secret method.

But this was not without cost. The figure of the messenger of God became noticeably lighter and his speed also slowed down.

Five seconds later.

The two sides had their first close combat.

The messenger of God shook the white umbrella in his right hand, and the white umbrella flowed like smoke and instantly turned into a long sword.

He swung his sword with all his might and slashed fiercely at the large black shield in the tall psychic's hand.

The tall psychic immediately poured his strength into the black shield, causing the shield to tremble violently.

"Om~"

This is a high-frequency vibration defense technique.

If a cold weapon hits a large shield, due to the high-frequency vibration, only 30% of the force will fall on the surface of the shield.

This moment.

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the messenger of God, and the whole person suddenly disappeared, and then appeared out of thin air behind the tall psychic.

The long knife swept past and hit the tall psychic's back.

The most amazing thing is that when the translucent blade touched the exoskeleton, it actually seeped into it like liquid, without any damage to the exoskeleton itself.

Although the tall psychic tried his best to dodge, he was unable to avoid the sudden knife.

The tip of the long knife quickly slashed across his back.

"what!"

The tall psychic groaned, and a wound half an arm long appeared on his back, and blood immediately flowed out.

The messenger was about to strike again when he suddenly felt something in his heart and quickly retreated.

"Whizzing!"

Dozens of blue flame bullets shot out and flew past his original position.

If the messenger had been a little slower, he would have been hit.

The man glanced at his opponent, his heart filled with regret: "I was just a little bit away from killing this damn traitor!"

The tall mutant thought, and a mechanical arm moved, spraying out a milky white gel, covering the wound, and the bleeding stopped instantly. He turned around, put away the super sniper rifle in the mechanical arm, and rushed forward with a battle axe in his right hand.

The messenger of God saw it very clearly and saw an expression of fearlessness of death on his opponent's face.

The opponent knew that he was not as strong as himself and there was a high chance that he would die in the battle, but he still rushed forward.

The messenger of God couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Is this person crazy?
What kind of brainwashing technique did the Daxia people use to make this guy want to die?

The messenger continued to drift back, and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

The tall mutant did not answer, but just controlled the exoskeleton to rush forward.

It was the one with the broken palm who was more than a hundred meters away who answered the question of the envoy: "You don't understand at all. We are not only working for Daxia, but also for Shapudian."

The envoy of God did not believe it at all, and subconsciously refuted it: "You are just lackeys of the Daxia people, and the Shapudian people in Dongfang City are just slaves of Daxia."

The palm-broken mutant was too lazy to argue about the topic of "lackeys" and "slaves" and said to himself: "In the past, Shapudian was full of people who died of starvation and freezing, but now this situation is rare.

"After we joined the Blood Flag Legion, we traveled all over Shapudian every day, clearing out the mutant monsters that kept appearing over and over again."

He paused, and suddenly raised his voice: "We are trying to protect the Shapudian people, but you can only bring disaster to this land."

The messenger of God was silent.

Previously, he had always believed that all traitors who worked for the Daxia people were doing it for profit.

Now he found out that he was wrong. This group of people also had ideals and had been working hard for them.

This was obviously the real reason why the two traitors fought to the death.

The envoy of God gave up the idea of ​​persuasion and shook his head, saying, "Whether you or Daxia, you have no idea of ​​the strength of our sect. Sooner or later, the goddess will drive the people of Daxia out of this land!"

He laughed grimly: "Since you are determined to work for the Daxia dogs, I will chop off the heads of you traitors today!"

"Da da!"

The one with the broken palm responded with a volley of bullets.

The fierce battle began again.

The two sides fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, and the messenger of God had a clear advantage.

The one with the broken palm was stabbed twice, and the tall one was stabbed once more.

The messenger of God was hit by 10 blue flame bullets in ten seconds and was hit twice by the battle axe. His transparent body faded a little, but he was not seriously injured.

He felt that it would only take thirty seconds at most to kill the tall traitor with super powers.

As for the remaining people with broken palms, they can be slowly slaughtered when the time comes.

He extremely hated what this guy said, "You can only bring disaster to this land", so he secretly decided that he must cut off piece by piece of flesh from this man's body later.

at this time.

A warning suddenly emerged in the heart of the messenger of God.

He shook the long sword without hesitation, and the weapon instantly changed back to the shape of a white umbrella.

The messenger of God mysteriously merged into the white umbrella, and the white umbrella began to spin rapidly, turning into a beam of white light that shot into the distance.

"Cuck!"

The crows began to cry.

A sleek crow suddenly appeared from where the messenger of God was just now.

It's the crow.

It turned around and glanced at the two wounded Shapdian Psychics, and sighed humanely: "I clearly told you to hold this bastard back until I come over to fight, how did you end up like this?"

The palm-broken mutant grinned and said nonchalantly, "I really couldn't help it."

Ling Ya cursed in a tone of regret: "I think you two are seriously ill!"

The tall psychic suddenly became very good-tempered, no longer as irritable as before: "Yes, yes, you are right! We have a serious brain disease. After we kill this bastard, we will go back and register at the First People's Hospital of Dongfang City."

Ling Ya was so angry at this rogue look that he laughed: "Forget it, you two can help me."

It also reminded him: "Don't rush forward like fools, understand?"

The tall psychic said with a flattering expression: "Yes, sir!"

The palm-broken mutant nodded: "Understood!"

Hundreds of meters away.

The messenger of God reappeared.

He listened to the conversation between the two men and the crow as if no one was around, and his heart sank deeply.

His intuition told him that the reason why the two traitors risked their lives so much was to consume themselves to the maximum extent, so that when the crows came to support them, it would be more difficult for them to escape.

In addition, judging from this conversation, the relationship between the two men and the crow is quite harmonious. It is not like what he imagined, that all the Shapdian psychics are second-class people in the Blood Flag Legion.

The messenger of God suddenly realized that many people in the Glacier Spirit Realm believed that in the future they would be able to win over some Shaputian psychics to join the Goddess's army. This idea seemed a bit unrealistic.

"Cuck!"

The crow called again.

It turned its head and stared at the messenger of God, and said in a condescending tone: "Your name is 'Sou Win Min', right?"

The envoy of God, Suo Wenmin, was slightly surprised: "How did you know?"

Ling Ya did not answer, but introduced himself: "I am Black Sixty-Two, and I am here to take you in as ordered."

The envoy of God felt the other party's contemptuous attitude and felt a little annoyed. He deliberately put on an arrogant posture and said, "No one in the world has ever tasted the meat of a spiritual crow. Maybe today I will have a chance to taste it."

Hei Liuer was not angry at all, but asked a question: "The White Umbrella Envoy has retained part of his soul in the Glacial Spirit Realm, so he can be reborn even if he dies in battle. So your White Umbrella Sect is full of confidence and thinks you will definitely win the final victory, right?"

This is exactly the information Yang Fan obtained from his dream.

After the news that "the White Umbrella Sacred Artifact has the ability to resurrect" broke out in the dream, it shocked the whole world. This is why the White Umbrella Goddess is recognized as the strongest person on Canglan Star.

Therefore, the biggest reason why Yang Fan decided to deal with the White Umbrella Sect with all his strength was when he discovered the appearance of the White Umbrella Goddess.

Because the longer we delay, the more difficult it will be to contain the White Umbrella Sect in the future.

Suo Wenmin couldn't help showing a look of astonishment: "How do you know this secret?"

The voice just fell.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a strange feeling of dizziness arose in his head.

When Suo Wenmin came to his senses, he was horrified to find that the crow had appeared twenty meters away without him knowing.

Hei Liuer said calmly, "You think your resurrection ability is invincible, but it is not without flaws."

Although Soe Win Myint was extremely curious about this, he kept his mouth shut.

Because he keenly felt that the conversation with this cunning crow just now seemed to have established an indescribable wonderful connection between them.

His intuition told him that this link was very dangerous.

Suo Wenmin glanced at Ling Ya vigilantly, then glanced at the two traitors who were flanking him from both sides, and retreated even faster.

Black Sixty-Two continued to chatter: "As far as I know, the essence of resurrection is actually a supernatural power of a very high level. If there is a supernatural power of the same level, it can forcibly prevent the resurrection of the gods who died in battle."

Suo Wenmin endured and endured, and finally swallowed the words "impossible" back into his stomach.

Black Sixty-Two flapped his wings and suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Suo Wenmin, if you had attacked me immediately when I appeared, you might have had a chance to escape.

"It's just that the Spirit Crow is too famous, and you don't have the courage to attack me. In fact, different Spirit Crows have different abilities, and my close combat ability is not outstanding."

It paused for a moment, and then belittled the envoy of God: "You only dare to attack the weak, but not the strong. From this, we can see what kind of people the so-called White Umbrella Envoys of God are."

Suo Wenmin's premonition of crisis became stronger and stronger, and he finally used all his strength to activate the white umbrella in his hand, which turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance.

Although Ling Yao kept saying "My close combat ability is not outstanding", he didn't even believe the punctuation marks.

Everyone in the world knows that the crows raised by the Great Xia Crow Crows are all extremely cunning.

What if this crow is lying and I foolishly rush towards it, wouldn't that be walking into a trap?
Black Sixty-Two muttered in the back: "I really am not lying. You will know once you give it a try."

And on the side.

The two Shapdian psychics were stunned.

As members of the Blood Flag Legion, the two knew very well that Mr. Black Sixty-Two was not only weak in close combat, he was not good at frontal combat at all.

Because the special ability of this crow is completely auxiliary, this special ability is called - slowness.

Mr. Black Sixty-Two cleverly used the deterrent power of the crow to play with the powerful messenger of God.

This level of wisdom truly amazed the two of them.

At this moment.

The two of them clearly saw that although the messenger seemed to be trying desperately to escape, he was actually crawling at a snail's pace in the air, but the messenger himself did not notice it.

This is exactly what the slow power does.

Hei Liushier looked at the two psychics and shouted, "Hey!" "What are you two doing standing there? Hurry up and take revenge!"

It paused for a moment, and then said, "After we deal with these messengers running around, we will enter the Glacial Spirit Realm and raid the White Umbrella Sect's home!"

The two psychics responded happily: "Understood!"

(End of this chapter)