lethal arsenal

Chapter 1 Brute force like a cow
[The person who tells the story and the person who listens to the story eventually become the people in the story. 】

A corner of the black screen was lifted.

The broken skirt covering his face was ripped apart by a dirty hand.

The wind carried the stench of dead bodies into the nostrils of the living.

Lin Dong subconsciously took a breath, turned over and his eyes froze.

Corpse!

Everywhere.

The headless, the armless, the broken bones... The blades of the curling blades are facing the sky, and the blood-stained banners are fluttering in the wind. Those with braids and red headscarves are all dead here. This is hell.

"Lucid dream again? Son of a bitch, it's quite a big scene."

Lin Dong grinned, exerted strength on his waist, and a carp stood upright.

Over the years, he has often dreamed, and it is still a nightmare, either to fight, or on the way to fight.

Sometimes it's street yellow hair carrying steel pipes.

Sometimes it is an underground boxer whose fist is wrapped in white cloth and full of glass shards.

The luck was better, and he got the status of the righteous way, but unfortunately he was shot to death by a group of businessmen before he made any meritorious service.

Occasionally, I can also play a guest role as a swordsman in the desert. Before the sword is hot, the memory becomes hazy at dawn, like erratic clouds, faint smoke, and old faded photos.

He patted his clothes and looked around, his senses were keen.

Something is wrong!
Lin Dong lowered his head and glanced, the soles of his feet were filled with blood, sticky and real.

Boom.

He twisted his fist, his bones made a crisp sound, put his hands around his hair, wiped it back slowly, raised his head, revealing a wanton and insolent face.

"Really?"

Lin Dong said sternly.

If a person is tormented by nightmares every day, he will either have a nervous breakdown or his spirit will not be very normal.

Lin Dong is the latter.

From the time I went to college to now, for four years, the number of times I have been able to fall asleep soundly is only a handful.

I have seen a doctor and invited a witch, but nothing works.

Later, when I went to the temple to burn incense, I met a mage and gave him a dharma name, Yuanjue——Lin Yuanjue.

Only then gradually suppressed the frequent nightmares.

But it never got better.

Lin Dong remembered very clearly that two days ago, his mother brought back a statue for him... What is it?

I can't remember, maybe it's a Bodhisattva, the kind that is very effective.

This is not crossing over.

"This is God pity me, let me solve the root of the headache with my own hands."

Lin Dong comforted himself.

He inhaled the bloody gas a few times, and then he got used to it. First, he climbed to a high place to release the water, and then raised his eyes to look far away.

This emotion is not anger at your situation.

It's for these heroic spirits who died in vain on the ground.

Whether it is the long hair of the red turban or the Qing soldiers with long braids, they are just the sorrow of this era.

The sight is unspeakably tragic.

The war is cold, cruel and ruthless, the heroic souls are still roaring in the sky and the earth, and the black smoke soars to the sky!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a strong wind blows from the north.

Lin Dong stretched out his hand and pinched his nose. The smell of burning and blood in the wind was as sticky as water.

……

"Change your clothes first."

Lin Dong's clothes were out of place.

He pawed at the surrounding corpses a few times, found a Qing soldier who was similar in stature to his own, and peeled off his clothes with the word "Dou Dazu" written on his back.

"I'm offended, brother. Although I don't know your last name, I will burn some paper money for you when I'm free. When the time comes, you can come to me to collect the money."

Lin Dong clasped his fists and said generously.

"Cough cough."

It's too late to investigate the reason for crossing.

Lin Dong just wanted to get out of here quickly. The reason why he changed his clothes was naturally to make himself look not out of line in this era.

It is at this time.

In the dim world, there was a rustling sound.

Lin Dong was stunned as if he had been cast with a body-fixing spell, and a man's hoarse voice came from his ears.

[In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, demons were in trouble, the court was corrupt, wars were endless, food grains were harvested, people were displaced, and mourners were everywhere——My generation, we must live in death! 】

[Lin Yuanjue, if you want to survive, you must follow the mission. 】

"Who are you……"

Lin Dong shouted in his heart, but he ignored the voice.

[Reminder for this game: Ma Xinyi is your base, take good care of him, establish a brotherhood with him, even if it’s just a plastic brotherhood, believe me, you will use it. 】

[Main task: Collect the seeds of the eight sufferings, birth suffering, old age suffering, sickness suffering, death suffering, resentment and hatred suffering, love and separation suffering, not getting what one wants, suffering even more when the five shades are blazing!Collect eight bitter seeds, the more seeds, the higher the score. 】

[Challenge task:? ? ? 】

[Failure Punishment: After the event ends, if the score of the main mission is lower than 60 points, it will be considered a mission failure.If the task fails, the affixes will be stripped away, and it will stay in this world forever. 】

[Newbie benefit [-]: Current world identity. 】

[Newbie benefit [-]: Brute force like a cow! (white affix)]

【Listen, you are Lin Chengzhen's distant nephew, named Lin Yuanjue. You are a very strange guy. You are obviously thin and weak, but you have the strength of a cow. 】

[In the big camp of the Qing soldiers, you are a natural bearer, make good use of it, but don't waste your current status and talent——Forerunner Mahuraka]

……

The hoarse voice whispering in the ear disappeared.

After a long time, Lin Dong came back to his senses, cheating to the account?

Hey.

He licked his lips, his stomach was on fire, and the sudden sense of hunger washed over his body like a wave.

Lin Dong's fist was clenched and then loosened.

He could clearly feel a power that was about to move. The spine hooked the meridians, from the waist to the shoulders, and crossed the sky pillar like an invisible dragon lurking in it, and he carried it with his thin body. This was unprecedented power.

Arms are hot.

A line of ink-colored small seal characters from the ancient Qin Dynasty clearly appeared on the wrist.

[Brute force like a cow! 】

When the fingers touched this line of writing, detailed instructions were passed into the mind through the consciousness.

【Name: Brute force like a bull】

【Quality: White】

[Effect: Passive non-trigger effect, allowing people to have the strength of a cow anytime, anywhere. 】

[Position: Right hand (currently used in the equipment column: 1/17)]

……

"Holy shit, this means 17 grids, let's do the math, right hand, left hand, wrist, shoulder, head, chest, back, waist, legs, feet, jewelry*2, ring*2... If you add affixes to all configurations, wouldn't you be able to become a superhero immediately."

Lin Dong digested this type of information very quickly, and understood the settings of such games almost instantly.

Thinking of the bright future, his eyes were as bright as blazing stars.

There was movement not far away.

Looking up, is there still a living person?
Black smoke from burning bodies rose into the air.

In the curling smoke.

A headless corpse wearing armor and supporting the ground with a nine-ringed broadsword wobbled up.The other big hand, which was stained with mud, was also holding a dilapidated head.

Not quite the same.

Lying soldiers are usually covered with leather cloth.

Then look at the headless corpse that got up, the armor is covered with copper gilt foam nails, forming a diamond pattern, resembling fish scales, this person should be a general before he died in battle.

With rough hands, he pressed his head to his neck.

Kaka.

"Hey, buddy, you've got your head on the wrong side."

Lin Dong really wanted to remind him like this, but his rationality suppressed his divergent thoughts after all.

He stared at the braid on the back of the corpse monster's head, but his steps were slowly retreating, his movements were not large, and his original idea was to take two steps back and run away.

As a result, he didn't have eyes on his heels and tripped over the corpse.

"Grass"

Lin Dong fell hard.

"Who?"

The head on the neck twisted into an unbelievable arc.

Drenched with blood, the long-braided corpse with a ferocious face stared at the figure that had fallen to the ground.

The yellow-brown eyeballs were densely covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Kakaka."

"kill!"

Stretching out his hand to straighten the head, the corpse stepped over the wreckage on the ground in a few steps and chopped it straight with a big knife.

……

Heart beating in the chest, what the hell is this.

More exciting than making a movie!

Corpses all over the place, heads rolling down, frozen expressions on faces, corpse monsters chasing after their souls.

These are all provoking Lin Dong's nerves.

"Fight or not?"

There was tension in his heart, but there was also a kind of eagerness to try. In a trance, those nightmares were intertwined one after another, drifting away.

kill!kill!kill!

The angry roar of the corpse demon aroused Lin Dong's viciousness.

There was a tingling between the eyebrows.

In the dream, the faces who were killed by him, or who killed him, came one after another, and they shouted: "Lin Yuanjue, where is your knife? Where is the knife!"

Lin Dong clenched his cheeks tightly and made up his mind.

He didn't know if he could beat the corpse demon, but the blood in his body was boiling with the will to fight.

A glance.

He picked a corner of the battlefield.

It is definitely necessary to fight.

However, how to fight, he has the final say.

The pile of dead bodies was the most in that position, surrounded by black smoke, and dilapidated weapons were scattered around.

After Lin Dong made his choice, he ran over quickly, and the corpse followed closely.

This monster's eyeballs were bloodshot, its expression was full of tyranny, and most of its flesh was rotten.

Lin Dong paused, then turned around, lowered his shoulders, and grabbed a blood-stained broken spear. His spine was arched into a big bow. Just as he was about to act, a hand came out of the dead people and grabbed the corpse demon's feet.

thump.

The corpse demon hit the ground with a muffled sound.

"Take the knife."

"Beheading."

A man's dull voice came from under the pile of corpses.

"good chance."

With a kick, his figure was as fast as a leopard.

Muscles bulged all over his body, his right wrist was hot, and the veins on his arm were like a swimming dragon.

Brute force like a cow, this affix surfaced on the skin.

The spearhead on Lin's hand slammed into the corpse demon's eye socket.

The demon corpse roared, its big mouth was cracked to the root of the teeth, and there were mottled red spots on its black tongue. It was still struggling, and the stench was suffocating.

"Grass, let me die!"

He handed over the big knife, and in an instant, Lin raised the knife and dropped it.

Dingling, the iron ring on Jiuhuan Dao made a crisp sound, the head of the demon corpse rolled to the ground, a broken spear was inserted into half of the head, and the mouth was still closed.

Take another sharp knife.

Turn your head.

Four eyes facing each other.

Among the dead people was an angry and sad face.

When this person saw Lin Dong, there was a gleam of brilliance in his eyes covered with thin gray haze.

"Haha, the sky never ends, my Ma Xinyi's journey, brother, pull me up."

The man who looked like a military officer had a low voice and a hoarse voice, and there was a hint of the end of his life in his miserable smile.

Ma Xinyi?
Is he reminding me?
Lin Dong froze for a moment, black and white images flashed in his head.

The general in black armor rode on a big bay red horse and led his army to break through. With a long knife, he played with great power. When the sword was passed, the heads of the Taiping soldiers rolled.

……

far away.

A group of Taiping Army soldiers who had already cleaned the battlefield stood on the hillside and looked around.

The leader snorted heavily when he saw the two figures supporting each other.

"Come on!"

He whipped the whip in his hand.

"Catch them."

(End of this chapter)