Please Call Me Lord God

Three months ... Stay in such terrible area for three months.

After listening to his explanation, Zhu Cheng's eyes only remained scared.

He couldn't imagine what he would be like if he stayed here alone for three months.

No, in general, there should be no way to survive! In such an abnormal field, simple eating and wearing will become a problem.

However, Shen only saw Zhu Cheng's expression and sighed slightly. Looking at his appearance, he knew that he did not know that there was a problem of time distortion in this area.

In fact, everyone who enters this area will have strange changes on the time scale. Some people who entered the island at the same time as themselves entered the island clearly before themselves, but finally landed on the island a few days later.

After a period of research, Shen only came to a conclusion that the time on the island appeared disordered, which was not consistent with the outside world of the island.

"So far, I haven't seen the other colleagues who came in, and I don't know how they are now?"

He couldn't help thinking about this, and his heart was helpless.

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Like a slow motion, the bullet passed through the air in a precise orbit, hitting its target.

The team sent by the Soul Binder Order was completely suppressed in terms of firepower.

Black servants in standard three-piece suits, elegantly armed with different weapons, launched onslaught against enemies lurking near the rocks in the distance.

Their actions are extremely precise, easily harvesting one life after another, without wasting bullets, and weaving a beautiful firepower net in the air.

The grenade landed on the enemy's camp in accordance with the calculated parabolic properties. The explosive wind and flames exerted the power of the hot weapon to the extreme and instantly buried several enemies.

This was an elegant killing. The group originally held the plates in the Era Century and served their guests respectfully. At this instant, they successively turned into the **** of death.

Their standard of action is correct. They don't think about every shot. When they take a cold shot, accurately calculate the range and trajectory, they shoot the bullets into the enemies who try to dodge.

In less than half an hour, the battle was completely over.

Sir L and his servants cleared the battlefield. The enemy was almost wiped out, but he and his servants did not have any casualties. They even kept their clothes relatively decent and quite neat.

It's not like a fight, it's like a ball, and the protagonist is obviously not the opposite side.

"Cough, cough! It's ... it's impossible, why are our spooky props useless to you?"

An undead soul-bounder spit out blood sputum. He opened his eyes wide, leaned against the rock, and kept in a supine position. He could hardly believe what had happened.

In fact, firepower shooting is just a guise, so the soul-binding people will not be stupid enough to play firepower with the opposite side. From the beginning, they used the means of surprise to carry out raids.

They can use the spiritual realm to block each other's mind;

You can also summon various spirits to attack your enemies;

Or release the power of the curse and erode this group of mortals without defense.

The problem is that in the end, no effect was shown.

This group of people can also act unaffected under the influence of the spiritual realm.

Some of the summoned spirits can affect reality and directly attack rational animals.

However, these spirits roamed the battlefield like headless flies.

As for the power of the curse, it seems that all of them fail. If you cast a clear curse that can make all your internal organs ulcerate, or vomit blood, you can't stop it.

This also made this soul-binding man startled. Their ability to trust had completely disintegrated, and naturally caused them to shake. It was also because of this shake that the next battle was one-sided.

The soul-binders disappeared in the blink of an eye. Under the dense firepower network, none escaped.

Before dying, the soul-binding man held the sacrificial dagger in his hand. This evil dagger has an incredible and powerful curse. With this dagger, he has won countless victories, but this time, the dagger is totally invalid on the battlefield. This That led him to corpse on the spot.

He was lying on his back on the ground, and murmured in his mouth: "I can't accept--!"

"You can't accept it, but there's nothing you can do about it."

Sir L's face remained unchanged. He wore a pair of silk gloves, easily took off the sacrificial dagger, and held it in his hand.

"After all, your‘ spiritual props ’are aimed at ordinary human beings, and we ’re‘ inhuman ’, are we not affected by your psychic props?”

As soon as his voice fell, the soul-binding man died on the spot.

(Unfortunately, they are not so simple to solve them. ‘Transfer of consciousness’ is indeed a tricky trouble ...)

"No, I'm afraid this is not the case."

Standing behind Sir L was an old monk wearing a red monk robe with his hands folded.

The old monk did not speak Chinese, nor did he use English. He directly spoke Nepali.

Rado did not act with others, but accompanied Sir L. This is also considering the special ability possessed by the old monk, that is, it can reduce the field energy to make it stable, and with his existence, it can reduce the ability of the physical body and curse directly targeting the physical system to half .

"This person's soul has not been transferred out, and so has everyone else. They are not true 'soul-binding people'?"

Master Ladu opened his eyes slightly. He could see the existence of the field directly through the naked eye. This is also his physical strength. Even the psychic ability of the "Strange Talk Association" is far less than his. a little.

"what?"

Sir L apparently stunned ~ www.readwn.com ~ he only came to his senses after a while and said, "Master Ladu, do you mean this group of people are not really soul-bindings?"

It wasn't the old monk from Nepal who responded to him, but a weird voice.

"That's right, so you guys still die for me!"

Along with this figure, a dark claw pierced through Master Ladu's chest. The old monk couldn't even make a scream, and was torn directly by his heart.

"You guys are smart and don't know how to think of a way to fight our props, and you are also stupid."

A huge man with scales on his body stood in front of Sir L. He sneered and threw the body of the old monk on his arm to the ground.

"But from the beginning, the people who blocked you are not the true soul-bindings in the Order."

"who are you?"

Sir L calmed down, and even if Radu died in front of him, his brows did not frown.

"Before you die, I might as well tell you my name, so that you don't become a fool after going to hell."

The scales on the man's body are moving and increasing to every inch of the body. He has almost changed from a living man to a scale-shaped human lizard.

"I am black scale, ranked sixth among the ten fierce members of the Order, and I will send you to death, remember the name!"

Bang Bang!

His voice was not over, countless black hole muzzles pointed at his location, and a multitude of bullets were fired instantly.

"Joke, does the bullet work for me?"

The bullet hit the huge body, and only a few could be embedded in his muscle scales, but was quickly squeezed out by the muscles that healed automatically. Of course, more of them were ejected by the dense scales, only splashing on the skin One spark.