All-Heavens Spellcaster

“Blood, killing, and death, what a wonderful day, Baghdad really is a good place, what do you think?” Zhang Cheng had a playful smile on his face, and turned his attention to the few experts who had been frightened.

In fact, he prefers to stay in a place full of conspiracy, betrayal, violence, and chaos rather than being in a safe and peaceful environment.

The reason is simple!

A safe and peaceful environment usually means a powerful force of order, and the force of order will make people subconsciously hide their bad side, and endure all kinds of desires and desires in their hearts. Negative emotions to ensure that they will not be regarded as outliers by the whole society and thus be rejected and suppressed.

But in chaotic places, the order is often weak and there is no way to restrain everyone’s behavior. So whether it is for survival or for venting pressure, people will show their truest side. , Whether it is good or evil.

Unfortunately, this crazy way of thinking is not suitable for overwhelming majority people.

At least these experts and professors from Iraq’s national museums and universities felt that the youngster in front of him was simply abnormal. He immediately lay on the ground to avoid deadly bullets that might be shot in through the window, or RPG rocket launchers.

Don’t look at that many American patrols throughout Baghdad, but the city is not safe at all. Armed conflicts and exchanges of fire at the outbreak point couldn’t be more common.

“Not good! Scalpel! Come and help! The old gun fainted!” The combatant who dragged his teammates to hide behind the concrete wall shouted the code name of another companion.

Although he kept pressing his hand on the wounded’s abdominal cavity, trying to stop the bleeding first, he didn’t know if it was lucky or bad luck. When the bullet passed through, he obviously injured too many blood vessels, even It is a more important artery.

Of course, this luck refers to not being shot headshot or punched through the chest, otherwise it is now a lifeless corpse.

The guy called the scalpel obviously takes on the duties of battlefield medical care and first aid. Apart from anything else, he immediately ran over and opened the backpack he was carrying, and first checked the wound at a very fast speed. After confirming that the bullet had passed through and not left in the body, the medicine was taken out for disinfection, followed by sutures at a very skilled speed.

Because the conditions and tools are very simple, he can’t take care of one by one to check the damage of the internal organs. He can only do hemostatic first aid first. As for whether he can survive, it depends on luck.

Looking at the nervous reaction of these people, Zhang Cheng suddenly stood up and came to the front, pointed to the cross hanging on the chest of the “scalpel” and asked: “Are you religious?”

“Of course! All veterans like us who have participated in real wars will believe in something, no matter how well they work, they can at least relieve their mental stress anyway.” He looks a bit like a Latino man Nodded with a smile.

“It sounds very interesting. If I can save the seriously injured now, would you give me your faith?” Zhang Cheng touched the chin and continued to ask with interest.

No need to ask, he must have some new inspiration, he wants to practice it.

“Rescue?” The scalpel was subconsciously frowned, obviously not understanding the specific meaning of the word.

“That’s right! I can use some method to get him back to health immediately and go into battle intact. But the price must be that you believe in me like a god.” Zhang Cheng didn’t panic. Explained busy.

“Oh-damn it! Are you mentally troubled, or have you believed in some cult?” The other guy couldn’t help but interject.

Obviously, these soldiers are not directly affiliated with the Pacific base, but a combat team temporarily formed in Iraq. Therefore, they don’t know the true identity of Zhang Cheng. I just think he might be organized like himself. Hire to perform some special tasks.

“Shut up!” The scalpel reprimanded his companion, lifts the head with two brown eyes, and said solemnly after a full one minute: “If you can really let the old gun go Stand up without injury, I promise to believe in you like a god.”

“Very good! Don’t blink, the miracle is about to come.”

tone barely fell !

Zhang Cheng’s fingers suddenly released, but the golden rays of light stayed above the abdominal cavity filled with plasma.

In the blink of an eye, the single hole that was just stitched healed quickly at the speed visible to naked eye, leaving only an ugly suture embedded in the flesh.

When everyone present saw this scene, their pupils suddenly shrank, and the expression on their faces looked like a ghost.

Gudong!

With the sound of drooling, the guy who said that Zhang Cheng had mental illness was cautiously probed: “How…how did you do it?”

“Sorry, this is a secret, you are not qualified to know it.” Zhang Cheng glanced at the other person meaningfully, and then said to the scalpel: “Well, can you start fulfilling your promise?”

“Huh…”

The scalpel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

In an instant!

A line that naked eye cannot perceive closely connects his spiritual world with Zhang Cheng, while continuously providing a mixed energy called the energy of faith.

Through these fine lines, Zhang Cheng can easily enter the other person’s mind, convey some information to him, and understand the content and emotions of the brain at this moment.

With the connection of faith, his body within the body spends most of the time in a sleepy divinity, as if suddenly activated, continuously transforming the power of faith into divine force.

But none of the above is the most important thing. The most important thing is that this man code-named the scalpel does not actually regard him as a truly unique and unmatched Guardian God, only as a kind of spiritual Sustenance, a kind of worship for the supernatural power itself.

Through this test, Zhang Cheng finally understood that the so-called belief does not require a very pious and dedicated attitude as he had previously imagined.

On the contrary, this is just a means used by God to deceive mortals. As long as the two maintain a spiritual connection, the emotional fluctuations that mortals produce in daily life will generate magical effects through the soul. Energy, continuously supplied to God.

This can also be explained well. In the early history of this magical Earth, neither the ancient Greek gods nor the Nordic gods care about whether mortals serve themselves religiously, but allow They prayed to the corresponding gods when needed.

Apart from this, it is not a good thing to absorb more energy from these beliefs.

Because it comes from the complex thinking and emotions of mortals, it is inevitable to listen or feel in the process of absorption and transformation, and it will be affected sooner or later over time, and even do some extremely crazy things.

Opening through the myths and stories around the world, it is not difficult to find all kinds of absurd actions by the gods…