"Fuck."

Ding Ning cursed secretly, feeling the burning pain in his body, and immediately escaped underground and dived forward.

It has to be said that he still underestimated the technological civilization of the Goddess organization. The combat power of these Goddess warriors was not worth mentioning, but the new weapons in their hands could bring him a certain amount of damage.

In particular, one of the weapons was capable of firing lightning arc-like materials, and the bullets it fired could cause violent explosions in a small area, leaving him unable to temper himself and even sustaining some injuries.

If it were a simple power of thunder and lightning, it would not pose any threat to him, a person with the origin of thunder.

But the problem is that this weapon is not just a simple power of thunder and lightning, it seems to also cause chaos in the earth's magnetic field, making him unable to temper it and almost being forcibly squeezed out of the alloy wall.

boom!

Ta-ta-ta!

Whoosh whoosh!

…

Whether it is a laser gun, a thunderbolt blaster or an electronic pulse weapon, they are destined not to make too much noise, but their lethality is far greater than that of ordinary conventional weapons.

This is proven by the shocking fact that even the alloy walls were bombarded indiscriminately.

This frenzied shooting lasted for five minutes before hundreds of divine warriors stopped shooting. Everyone looked at the messy corridor but there was no corpse of the enemy. Everyone showed doubts.

"Is he dead?"

One of the divine warriors asked with some uncertainty.

"He must be dead. Even a true god would have no chance of surviving under such a shooting."

Another divine warrior said firmly, full of confidence in the weapon in his hand.

"That's right, the organization has done experiments before, and the weapons in our hands, even the true gods, are not immune to it."

A divine warrior immediately agreed.

"But where is his body?"

The divine warrior from before was still a little worried.

Everyone was silent, and then one person said with a dry smile: "You don't have to ask, I must have been blasted to pieces."

But the soldier was still skeptical: "Even if it turns into slag, there will always be some flesh and blood tissue left."

"Everyone, be careful. The minister said that the enemy is not simple. You must not be careless. Konaya, you and Gucci will check to see if there is any flesh and blood tissue left."

A burly man who remained silent ordered in a deep voice.

Although the soldiers named Konaya and Guqi were very reluctant, the organization was hierarchical and they did not dare to disobey their superiors' orders. They walked cautiously towards the ruins-like corridor with their guns in hand.

"The space explodes!"

At this moment, a clear and clear voice suddenly sounded, shocking everyone. Almost instinctively, they picked up their guns and started shooting aimlessly and crazily.

"You... you..."

The miserable Konaya and Guqi fell defenselessly under the gunfire of their own men. Before they died, they turned around and looked angrily at their comrades who shot at them from behind. However, they fell under the violent firepower.

Before he could even finish his words, he turned into a bloody mess full of resentment.

If they could live a little longer and see the way their comrades died, they might not be resentful but feel grateful.

The space that suddenly exploded formed dense space cracks, instantly cutting hundreds of divine warriors into pieces of scattered meat. The rich smell of blood was nauseating, and the corpses were truly broken into thousands of pieces, with no bones left.

Ding Ning slowly revealed his figure. Although his clothes were ragged and he looked extremely embarrassed, he stood like a reaper of life in the corridor filled with blood. He showed a devilish smile to the extremely hidden camera in the corner of the corridor and stretched out his hand.

He made a slight gesture of cutting his throat.

He believed that Markutu must be watching from the other end of the surveillance camera, wanting to witness his death. Unfortunately, he asked Markutu to

Tu was disappointed.

Plop!

In a control room at the end of the metal corridor, Markutu fell to the ground with a pale face, his eyes filled with endless fear.

This can't get rid of Ding Ning, is it really going to the final step?

"Minister...Mr. Minister, that...that devil has disappeared again. What...what should we do?"

The dozen or so divine warriors who were armed with live ammunition and were urgently summoned by Malkutu to protect him personally were also frightened. Looking at the empty picture on the surveillance screen, they trembled and shouted.

"Fake, damn it, you forced me to do this, you forced me to do this..."

Malkutu seemed to have gone crazy, with red eyes and roared hysterically.

One of the leading divine warriors seemed to understand something from his words. His face suddenly changed and he said in horror: "Minister, do you want to release... that thing? No, no, we will all die, we will all die."

"Oma Ben, what else do you think we can do now? Can we survive without releasing that thing? Or are you confident that you can stop that demon?"

Malkutu's eyes flashed with ferocity, he grabbed Omaben's neck, gasped and roared.

"I...I..."

Omaben's eyes flickered and he lowered his head to avoid Malkutu's sight.

More than a hundred soldiers armed with the most advanced weapons failed to kill Ding Ning and were eventually annihilated. Are these the only ones left? Are they still scared to death? What can they do to stop him?

"call!"

Malkutu took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He released Omaben's hand, patted his shoulder, and said seductively: "We have no way out. Let's release that thing.

We have a narrow escape, but if we are lucky, there may be a glimmer of hope. But if we don't let him go, we won't even have a chance to survive. The devil won't let us go. So, Omaben, I need your support.

"

Omar moved his lips, and his eyes gradually became firmer. When he raised his head, his face had calmed down, and he nodded solemnly, with a faint blue light flashing in his eyes, and he looked around slowly: "For the sake of the organization,

glory."

"For the glory of the organization."

Markutu shouted with a smile on his face.

"For the glory of the organization."

Wherever Omaben looked, the gazes of the divine warriors were blank for a moment, as if they had been brainwashed. Their decadence and fear were instantly swept away, and they shouted in unison with high morale.

"Maral, according to the combat deployment, immediately organize everyone to build a defense line, and buy time for me and the minister at all costs. The glory of the organization is with you."

Omaben looked at the warrior named Maral with majestic eyes and issued an order in a deep voice.

"Yes, for the glory of the organization, Malal will definitely live up to his mission and complete the task to the death."

Maral immediately stood upright, punched his chest heavily, and promised solemnly.

Then he turned around and led the dozen or so soldiers to carry out the task of delaying time tragically and resolutely.

A look of apology flashed in Omaben's eyes, but it quickly turned into calm.

If people are not punished for themselves, then once that thing is released, corpses will litter the fields. They are destined to die anyway, so why not make their deaths more valuable.

"Let's go, it's time to unleash our big killer weapon."

Malkutu said with a hint of fanaticism on his face, took out a small bottle and handed it to him.

"What's this?"

Omaben took the bottle and asked with a frown.

With a proud look on his face, Malkutu explained with a smile: "I have studied the habits of that thing. It is only interested in living creatures. What I gave you is a corpse."

Oil, as long as we smear corpse oil on our bodies, that thing won't be interested in us."

"Corpse oil?"

Omaben looked at the bottle in his hand, his face instantly turned pale, his throat was convulsing, and he was so sick that he almost vomited.

Malkutu curled his lips, turned around, opened a passage and got in: "Okay, don't worry about this in order to survive, don't waste time, our time is limited, they can't stop that damn devil for long."

Omarben suppressed his inner discomfort, looked apologetically in the direction where Malal and others were leaving, then resolutely turned around and followed Malkutu into the passage.

He didn't pretend to ask Malkutu why he didn't give Malal and the others corpse oil, because he knew very well that it would take time to release that thing, and Malal and the others were the victims to buy time for them.

In fact, he believed that if releasing the thing did not require his permission and authority, Malkutu would not have told him the monster's only weakness.

Since he has chosen to betray his subordinates, there is no need to pretend to be a bitch and set up a memorial arch.

Because essentially, he and Malkutu are the same type of people, selfish, cold-blooded and ruthless. The only difference is that he and Maral and others get along day and night and have a deeper relationship.

But nothing matters except death. As long as you can survive, nothing else matters.

Wow!

The passage door closed silently.

Ding Ning's figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost, with a characteristic look in his eyes, and he whispered softly: "Big killer weapon? It's interesting, I want to see it today."

After saying that, he took a step forward, merged into the passage door, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In fact, he had already sneaked in here quietly and listened to all the words of Markutu and others.

I originally wanted to go on a killing spree and eliminate them directly, but my interest was piqued by "that thing" they regarded as their trump card.
To be continued...