Chapter 1194 Chaotic Faith (Long Chapter, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote)

Chapter 1195 Chaotic Faith (please vote for this big chapter)

Mingte City·North District

"What the hell, don't you have any solution at all? You've all been arrested? Can you also be arrested?"

The man in red robe raised the mobile phone in his hand high, as if he was about to drop it to the ground, but in the end, he controlled his emotions, held the phone, put it back to his ear, and shouted loudly,

"No matter what, you must continue to implement the plan. Did you hear the cannons outside the city? The mercenary group of the consortium is about to break the city. This is the time for you to dedicate yourself to the great chaos. Don't be afraid, Eternal The chaos will protect your lives and souls!”

After that, he reached out and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

An old question came from behind.

The old man slowly took out the slender wooden box from his pocket, placed it on the table in front of him, and opened it.

"Several of the people in charge of my bunch of idiots were arrested,"

The man in red robe took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued,

"Do you still remember the mechanical battalion of the city defense army that besieged the FBI? I suspect that bastard Sauter did not let the mechanical battalion return to the city defense army at all, but disguised himself as a city policeman and squatted at various intersections.

"Otherwise, with the limited manpower of the city police station, how could it be deployed in so many places? And have such strong operational capabilities?"

"There are fewer city defense troops on the city wall. Shouldn't that be a good thing?"

The old voice behind him said hoarsely.

The old hand covered with veins reached into the box and slowly touched the bright red gem.

The color on this gem seems to be more vivid, as if it is covered with human blood, reflecting the crystal color under the light.

"That's true, but too many of our people have been arrested, and one of the arrested leaders knows our current location. We may have been exposed, right."

The man in red robe turned his back to the old man and took a deep breath. He seemed to remember something and turned around, "How long will it take for your mercenary groups to break the city?"

His eyes fell on the old man behind him, and then he spoke.

He watched the old man slowly take out the necklace from the wooden box and put it around his neck.

"It seems suitable."

As if aware of his gaze, the old man raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

This smile is different from the old man's previous smile, which was suppressed and full of conspiracy, like a fox smile. Now the old man's smile is more like a ferocious tiger, lowering his head and trying his best to face his 'prey'. Put on a human-like smile.

This twisted, horrifying, malicious smile makes people shudder just by looking at it.

However, seeing this smile and the ruby ​​necklace that the old man had worn around his neck, the man in red robe seemed to have no fear at all, and it seemed that some kind of joy broke through his fear.

He opened his hand and laughed loudly, "Wiccan, my friend, I told you that you are the one chosen by chaos, and you should be born to wear this necklace."

He took a step forward, looked at Wiccan's face, and excitedly circled Wiccan in a half circle, "How do you feel? Have you heard the great teachings of our Lord?"

"It feels good,"

Wiken smiled and looked at the man in red robe in front of him, "But I don't seem to hear the so-called voice of the gods. I just feel very comfortable, extremely comfortable."

"You are not close enough to the great Lord,"

The man in red robe said slowly, he opened his hand with an uncontrollable smile on his face, "But your spirit is so suitable for chaos. I can foresee that you can create chaos more powerful than us. You Can lead our chaotic church to a higher level step by step."

"Am I working for you in the Chaos Church?"

Weiken glanced at the man in red robe and said casually.

"Of course not,"

The man in red robes immediately said, "If you are willing to return to the glory of our Lord, you can become our elder immediately,"

He raised his hand, "I can retreat behind you and become your assistant, and we will fight together to spread the glory of my Lord."

"Sounds great,"

Wicken shook his head and looked at the man in red robe, "But how do I know that you just want to push me to the front as a gunman, or are you really willing to obey my command?"

"this."

The man in red robe looked stiff and seemed a little confused.

"Who is willing to let go of the power they have gained?"

Wicken lowered his head, looked at the man in red robe with a smile, and said hoarsely, "I can understand you, but you should also give me a little 'sincerity'."

"What do you want?"

The man in red robe looked up at the figure in front of him, slightly startled.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this old man was also an old fox, and an old fox would not just listen to good words.

All of a sudden, he hesitated a little.

His belief in the Great Chaos is indeed unquestionable.

However, the great elder is gone, the elder may be gone, the first protector is gone, and the people who were pressing on him are gone.

Even the man in the trench coat, the only man who could potentially threaten his status, died because of protecting Wiccan.

He has never felt such absolute power. He can command anyone at will, he can angrily rebuke any subordinate of the church without any scruples, he can let anyone live and die.

At this moment, he is the 'leader' of this chaotic church.

Once the power is gained and then put down, people are filled with reluctance.

When he just gave advice to 'Wiccan', he never said a word about giving up his power. Elders can be elders, but elders may not be able to command people impressively.

Wiccan stared at the man in red robe in front of him, at the hesitation and reluctance in his eyes. He had seen this similar look countless times in countless days and nights.

In the eyes of others, it is also in the mirror of oneself.

This is human beings, imprisoning themselves within the rules and desires they have built.

The ruby ​​on his chest shone with a faint light, just like flowing blood brushing through his red heart.

"Since you want me to be the elder of Chaos Church,"

Wiccan spoke slowly and smiled, "But I don't know anything about your church. I don't even know where your church is based or how many people you have. At least, I need to know a little bit about this organization. ? Even if I don’t like you very much.”

"this,"

Hearing that Wiccan was not planning to seize power directly, the red-robed man's tense face relaxed slightly, but his expression was still a little hesitant, "Our station is the highest secret of the church. There are all the documents we have collected over the years. You know, if this thing is leaked, it will attract not only the FBI, but also other covert organizations."

"You feel like your God is watching over me and you're inviting me to be your elder,"

Wicken sneered, "But he didn't want to tell me anything."

He retracted his gaze and turned around, as if he was no longer ready to continue chatting with the man in red robe.

"Praise my Lord,"

The man in red robe whispered, then fumbled around in his inner pocket, took out a storage chip, and whispered, "This chip contains a specific map of our station, and the password is 'Praise for the Great Chaos'" ”

"oh?"

Wiccan reached out and took the chip, connected it to the bracelet, and then entered the password.

Soon, a map flashed across his field of vision. He raised his head and looked at the man in red robe with interest, "You are actually in the mountains. I know why no one has found you for so many years."

"A place where danger and chaos prevail,"

The man in red robe put his hand on his chest and said piously, "This is the residence God gave us."

"alright,"

Wiccan put away the chip and said slowly, "Do you have any weapons? I am also an extraordinary person now, and I need some weapons that can deal with extraordinary people."

The man in red robe looked up at him. After giving the location of the stronghold, his mind was no longer so 'rejecting'. He put his hand into his robe and took out a white knife.

Some densely packed blood-colored lines, like plant roots, covered the blade of the knife, and seemed to penetrate deep into the blade.

"This knife comes from the hardest bone of a C-level beast. It was killed by the great elder, and the bones were taken out and made into a weapon."

He handed the knife to Wiccan in front of him, "This knife has received the blessing of chaos. Only those who are contained in the song of chaos can wield it. It can even hurt Class B. This knife was originally the weapon of the great elder. Later, the great elder changed his weapon, so I kept this thing temporarily. "

"oh?"

Weiken reached out to take the knife, raised his hand and waved it, letting the sharp blade fly at his fingertips, "Good knife."

The bloody lines on the knife spread out with a strange brilliance as Wiccan played with it, making the entire knife even more eerie and terrifying.

Seeing that Wiccan seemed satisfied with the knife, the man in red robe breathed a sigh of relief.

Generally speaking, Wiccan does not show an obvious desire to take power, but he is also testing it step by step.

The man in red robe knew very well that one day, Wiccan would have a conflict with him. This is an old fox, and now, he still has powerful power.

From a cunning fox to a cunning and ferocious tiger.

The Wiccan in front of him was far more terrifying than before.

However, the pollution of chaos will make any rational guy irrational, and sometimes being too close to gods may not be a good thing.

Time is on your side, as long as you wait quietly for Wiccan to be completely swallowed up by madness, a madman without a brain is naturally easy to control.

While the man in red robe was thinking, Wiccan also stopped playing with the knife in his hand.

He stared at the man in red robe in front of him, "I don't know if this knife is sharp or not."

"ah?"

The man in red robe came back to his senses, looked up at Wiccan, shook his head, and said with a smile, "This is a B-level weapon that can hurt, so it is naturally sharp."

This Wiccan just put on the necklace, and his head started to lose consciousness.

Then the man in red robe turned his gaze and looked out the window. There were vague figures rushing towards the building. He lowered his head and said, "Sure enough, this place is exposed. We have to leave immediately - Gulu -"

But before he could finish his words, a dagger with blood-colored lines pierced his neck diagonally from behind.

"It seems that this knife is indeed sharp enough."

Wiccan's low, hoarse voice, with a bit of a whisper, sounded in his ears.

The man in red robe widened his eyes, full of surprise and disbelief, and blood surged from his throat. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask why.

No matter what the reason is, they are still allies. Wiccan still needs him to command the followers of the Chaos Church. If he wants to fall out, it should not be at this time.

And at this moment, the number of people in the Chaos Church in this room far exceeds that of the security forces, and their combat effectiveness is stronger than that of the security forces.

Is this guy crazy?

"Isn't this the chaos you have always pursued?"

Wicken seemed to have guessed the doubts in his heart, and whispered in his ear, "Or is your belief in chaos not as devout as you think?"

He lowered his head and laughed softly, "Don't be afraid, eternal chaos will protect your life and soul."

In the red-robed man's round eyes, he deflected the blade, easily cut the red-robed man's neck, and cut off his head.

Blood splashed on the ruby ​​pendant on his chest, making the pendant flash with flowing and strange colors.

The members of the Chaos Church on duty in the corner in the distance stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes. It was not until this moment that they fully reacted and shouted hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

And those security forces members who were supposed to stand with Wicken looked at the number of people around them and turned around and ran.

"Humans are always restricted by what they create,"

Wicken played with the knife in his hand, and didn't care about the changes around him at all. He laughed hoarsely,

"There is no order in this world. Humans created order for themselves, enslaved themselves, and were proud of it. Now, thinking back to my first half of life, what am I doing?"

The surrounding Chaos Church believers looked at him blankly, "You lunatic!"

"Mad?"

He raised his head and looked at the Chaos Church believers in front of him, and laughed, "You believe in chaos, but you have formed such a strict church structure, and there is order and authority. What do you believe in?"

"Kill him!"

The Chaos believers around looked at each other and picked up the weapons beside them.

"Sometimes I would think,"

The thick flesh and blood made the old skin plump again. In an instant, the man standing there seemed to be decades younger. He looked at the chaotic believers who were either shooting or rushing over, and gently raised the bloody blade in his hand.

"For so many years, I have been flattering and trying to please those old men in Vitland, giving up everything, and climbing up step by step. What is it for? To change from a wild dog to another strong domestic dog?"

He held the blade horizontally in front of him and gently licked the blood on it.

It was a little sweet and fishy. It didn't taste very good, but it had a unique "fragrance".

That seemed to be the taste of life.

He raised the blade in his hand and cut open his heart directly. Then he reached out and took out a translucent instrument from the wound.

There was still a faint glow flowing on the instrument, as if it was running.

Micro-bionic implantable monitor.

When?

It was probably when Borrick covered his eyes, blocked his sense of smell, and grabbed his body to pass through the secret passage.

Bang——

He exerted a little force and crushed the instrument directly.

The sound of artillery fire in the distance was still ringing, but Wicken had long known that all this was no longer of any value, and the mercenary group outside the city could no longer come in.

Everyone was in that guy's trap.

He reached out and touched the gem hanging on his chest, took a step forward, and pierced the neck of a chaotic believer in the front directly.

Since everything has been irreversibly destroyed, it is better to give up completely.

Corpses fell to the ground one by one, and the bright red gems were watered with blood, flashing with a bewitching brilliance.

Bang——

The old figure directly broke through the window, crossed to the rooftop on the other side, and rushed towards the direction of the west gate.

——

Outside the North City of Mint City

The bloody knife light crossed the sky and collided with the snake-headed spear.

Bang——

The hand of the brown-haired officer holding the spear trembled slightly, and he took a half step back, and his whole body flew backwards and landed on the "top" of the Demon Wolf Mech.

A slight cold wind blew through He Ao's hair. After the brown-haired officer was "knocked away", his figure naturally fell down and stood in the original position of the brown-haired officer.

At this moment, the brown-haired officer who stabilized his body also raised his head and looked at He Ao not far away, with a slight smile on his lips.

This was not the first time he had seen "Sote". On the night when the city gate was closed, he stood outside the city and saw this face.

"It seems that your injury is almost healed, very good,"

He raised the spear in his hand, "I don't kill seriously injured and weak guys,"

Boom——

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, accompanied by a roaring sonic boom, the slender officer's figure instantly appeared in front of He Ao.

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