Chapter 1214 Diffusion

Even though the Cast Iron Legion was well-informed, meeting such a sensible lackey had mixed feelings for a while.

In the current situation, everyone has been involved for so long before joining the Cast Iron Legion, and finally became a regular army. Unexpectedly, we will encounter similar troubles after going to hell - what should we do if the new temporary workers in the company are too capable?

Do you want to kill him with a black gun?

Fortunately, the black dog doesn't seem to be very powerful.

Just shouting loudly, in fact, it is of no use at all.

After the hunting angels reacted, they were immediately beaten and punched. They were punched through more than a dozen transparent holes on the spot, and their heads were almost dismembered.

However, even though they have lost their arms and legs, they are still jumping around.

As the great commander, Huai Shi's gifts to the creatures in hell are life toughness and extremely strong resistance, as well as various BUFFs in the ruins. For a while, he couldn't die at all, he could only scream...

Looking back at the heavenly soldiers and generals behind him, he felt extremely confused.

Why are you just watching?

Aren’t we friendly forces...

Indeed, this is the truth, but for some reason, everyone suddenly... doesn't want to help.

Only Lattice 1-7 were kinder. They leaned next to Huai Shi and asked in a low voice:

"Your Mightiness?"

Through the dedication and sacrifice of Black Dog No. 1, Huai Shi had a new intuitive understanding of the vitality of the large group after the transformation of Guixu. Now that it was almost done, she calmly waved her hand.

"Just act as you please."

He thought for a moment and added, "Remember to catch them alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder broke out.

Amid the loud noise, a hurricane was set off, and blazing electric light stood out.

The thunder and lightning galloped forward, crashing into the dense array in the corridor ahead, setting off a scarlet storm.

The exoskeleton armor originally made of mortal iron was filled with layers of pitch black color. Crazy electric current jumped on the curse pattern armor. With the slightest movement, this violent destruction was spread out.

And just under the armor, the soldiers' eyes were already burning red.

The acceleration and inertia that are enough to cause fainting and sudden death cannot stop their killing. There is no need to inject those emergency medicines. With the blessing of Da Siming, the mortal body has been promoted to a body of steel.

And what enveloped them was the blessing of the miraculous seal Tianwen.

Thanks to Huai Shi's hard work, the reorganized team has taken on a new lease of life and is different from the past.

At this moment, the steel creation of Tianque and the subordinate care of Guixu are combined into one, just like the ten fingers of Huai Shi, forming an extension of the miracle.

The power of Yun Zhongjun and Da Siming covered their souls and bodies, catalyzing the blazing flames, endlessly enhancing their strength.

The price is that the soul and life are held in Huai Shi's hands and become chess pieces and tools in his hands.

But is this any different from the original responsibility?

As long as sacrifice can have results and death can have an effect, the Iron Legion has never minded becoming expendable. What's more, wouldn't it be tens of thousands of times cheaper for the soul to fall into the hands of one's own people than to be devoured by the rancher?

Almost no one hesitated about the choice given by Huai Shi, and everyone came forward.

If it were a Creator or a Grand Master, he would probably be able to realize the horror in it.

The unity and the entire army become one, and then they are catalyzed and operated by their own attributes and will - today's Huaishi is essentially no different from the rulers who control their own large groups...

Even more like a god!

When more than sixty heavily armed soldiers rushed to the battlefield, this group of white-board predatory angels who had just come off the production line and were still warm had no room for resistance.

Thirty-two seconds later, when they finally stopped, there was no one left that could move in the entire corridor that was covered in scarlet blood.

Including black dogs.

His arms and legs were accidentally trampled and broken by friendly forces while rescuing him.

But since Huaishi was useful, this time everyone destroyed the corpses without using metal fuel and dragged the few who could still breathe back, and piled them up into a hill.

Soon, inspired by the charm of Huai Shi's 'personality', the Prey Angels changed their minds on the spot and became... kobolds again.

The Bahamut Order is pleased to recruit 98% of the new ranchers for their own use. It has successfully spread its branches in the Holy See of the Gospel. It has gathered five big men and five followers. It is also far away from the Thirteen Taibao and the One Hundred and Eight Heroes. Not too far.

The progress was so gratifying that Huai Shi immediately beamed.

Then, the angels who were reborn into dog-headed bodies knelt on the ground uniformly. Regardless of Black Dog No. 1's jealous glare, they implored with utmost respect:

"Please give me your name!"

Ah this...

Are the customs in your area so unified?

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then reached out first and held down the closest dog head: "Since the one in front is Ah Hei, then you can call her A Hua. The next ones are called A Hong, Feng Yin, and Ah Hui... ...From now on, the five of you are the four heavenly kings of the Bahamut Order stationed at the Holy See of the Gospel!

Everyone who has the money and the ability to contribute can make a great cause together! In the future, after Holy Lord Bahamut eliminates all heretics and demons and crushes the false gods to ashes, each of you will be able to become an archangel and patriarch..."

After some down-to-earth encouragement, the four heavenly kings and a hidden character who fell into a state of frenzy began to gear up and impatiently led the heavenly soldiers and generals to sweep holes in the bottom warehouse.

What armory, what prayer house, what central station... Your Majesty, come this way!

They would also argue with each other about which way to get closer, with such passionate eagerness that they really wanted to liberate the Holy See of the Gospel tomorrow and counterattack to the Elysian Land the day after tomorrow.

Even if some companions wag their tails a little too slowly, they will be accused of being lazy and harboring different beliefs...

Seeing the workplace culture suddenly turn into such a bad shape, Team Lattice no longer wanted to talk.

As for the last one, Sandra, who was carrying a big shield at the beginning and was ready to show her courage at any time, is now so idle that after taking selfies, she is looking for signals to post on WeChat Moments...

It wasn't that she wasn't vigilant, but that Huai Shi was too stable.

Steady!

Sister Liz is indeed right. Even if the sky falls, entering the Holy Gospel Seat will always be the safest next to the chief.

What is the Sword of Disaster, what is the Navigator!

Look at how relaxed and comfortable it is to go deep behind enemy lines and feel as comfortable as returning home. Look at the way the enemy switches sides and surrenders with courtesy at the wave of his hand - this is called professionalism!

Then, he was completely unaware that the blood he had stepped on along the way was squirming like a living thing and gradually sprouting...

Just at Huaishi's feet, the shadows are quietly expanding, spreading erratically, and constantly emerging indescribable outlines, deducing the essence of abyss and hell.

Wherever it passed, all the corpses, ashes and blood were dyed pitch black, silently seeping into the iron stone and walls, extending and spreading like worms, and after a long time, strange flowers gradually bloomed.

When the piercing alarm horn sounded throughout the entire bottom warehouse, and the elite hell army tore apart the cabin board and galloped in, all they saw was devastation.

The war angels looked around in astonishment at the tragic scene around them, as well as the slowly squirming limbs and internal organs under their feet. Tentacles grew out of the corrupted internal organs, but there were clumps of them. Refreshing flowers.

In the sultry air mixed with the overly rich aroma and blood, all the war angels could not help but feel slightly dizzy.

There seemed to be a deep laughter coming from the distance.

The captain turned back suddenly and glared: "Who is talking?"

Behind him, the sluggish Battle Angels looked around blankly, but saw nothing and shook their heads. It's just that in the dim light and shadow, every handsome face is trailed by changing shadows, looking strange and indistinguishable.

Soon, the sound of horns sounded again in the distance made them no longer care about such trivial matters and rushed away. But this time, when the two teams met at the explosion site, they had already missed!

"Trash! How do you bunch of trash guard the Holy Seat and protect our Lord's Paradise!"

After another futile battle, the captain chopped the trembling survivor into two pieces and roared angrily.

But strangely, the survivor who was struggling hard after being split into two pieces had a creepy and weird smile on his lips, and he was not aware of it until his death.

That smile was so peaceful and sweet that even the war angels felt uneasy.

When he raised his head again and looked into the darkness in the distance, he felt the coldness coming from the darkness, as if a real predator was quietly staring at him.

"Who is speaking?"

At the edge, a confused war angel whispered softly.

No one responded.

But those tiny sounds gradually got closer.

Mixed with the noisy sounds, the roar of the bottom warehouse and the strange sound of the alarm horn, it seemed like something's heavy breathing, or like some invisible monster laughing shrilly in the wind.

But when you listen carefully, it strangely turns into some kind of inaudible murmur, a weird whisper.

Thousands of sounds penetrated into the ears and soul like living things, like germinating seeds, and a cold feeling like tentacles spread in the consciousness.

I don’t know when I stopped hearing other sounds.

Only the roar that seemed to last to the end of eternity was left, the hoarse roars and fanatical shouts of millions of people.

"Sincerely surrender and pay homage to the Chaos Heavenly Lord of the Beginning... The Five Beast-Faced Buddhas of the End of Namo... The Almighty and Supreme Lord... The One Who Devours the Beginning... The Ultimate Beast of the End and the End... All blessings, all victory, all blessings King of armies and omnipotence!”

"I sincerely surrender to you... I hear... the spirits of beasts are moving on the surface of the abyss..."

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

"Holy! Bahamut..."

In the trance, someone whispered softly along with him subconsciously. When he realized what he said, he couldn't help but be startled and raised his head suddenly.

Then, he noticed how cold and cold the scrutinizing glances cast by his companions on both sides were.

But soon, when they looked at each other, the corners of their mouths unconsciously evoked some kind of ambiguous smile.

Those empty pupils were filled with twisted bloodshot eyes at some point.

Gradually scarlet.

"Holy..."