Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and when it fell on the thin snow, the blood was dyed crimson.
Master Daniel has left and is nowhere to be found. The mystics assigned here before Master Daniel left did not participate in the secret ceremony. They immediately rushed forward and helped Mordo up, who was suffering from psychic backlash. The latter stretched out his arms covered with snow powder.
His spasmodic fingers squeezed his eyes hard, and blood and tears flowed from under his eyelids, as if he wanted to crush his eyeballs. But fortunately, one mystic mage recited the Qing Xiu mantra in his ear, and the other mystic mage controlled his limbs.
, his spirit gradually stabilized after a few seconds. He could not open his eyes for the time being. Although his second vision was greatly damaged, the aura detected by the second vision still told him an unacceptable
Fact, so much so that he didn't even want to explore the current whereabouts of Master Daniel.
"How long has it been?" He tightened his grip on a mystic mage's wrist, "How many monks are still alive?"
"They are all still alive, Master Modu. Their souls are trapped in a mystery and cannot escape. No matter how we call, it is useless."
The mystic mage took a breath of cold air. Although he could not see it for the time being, Modu could still feel the nervous aura emanating from the mystic mage, but at this moment he no longer cared about being polite. The mystic mage cast his gaze towards the square—
-The mystics who participated in the secret ceremony were still shrouded in the aura of fear that could not be dispelled. They spent a lot of effort to prevent them from biting off their fingers out of fear, or from being scared to death out of fear. They forced these mystics to enter
Sleep, use dreams to avoid fear - as for those ascetics, they still recite incantations. But without the guidance of the mystics and Mordo, their spiritual power is still intact in their bodies, and they are too focused to even
Be aware of what is happening around you.
"You have been unconscious for about five minutes. The enemy has arrived at the seventh hub. We can all see their gunfire." Another mystic mage gently opened Modu's fingers, but the expression on his face said it.
revealed his true emotions. "What should we do, Master Modu? Why...why would he betray us?"
"I don't know...are there any secret rituals among the remaining people that can be used?"
The former elite soldier of the Brazilian Special Police Operations Battalion, codenamed Caveira (Caveira, meaning skull in Portuguese), never thought that one day she would run wildly on the plateau. As a gift from the headquarters after recruiting her,
The gift, a silent pistol with the totem emblem of Luison, the werewolf who represents the god of death in Brazilian Indian mythology, was firmly inserted into the holster of her thigh, while she herself held the laser carbine and shot with the help of the leg exoskeleton.
Running wildly to the top of the stairs.
The battlefields where she is active are urban slums, cities hiding terrorists, and caves hiding enemies in deep mountains and forests. Although all-terrain training includes plateau areas, she never imagined that one day she would actually do high-speed training in plateau areas.
Charge, rather than engage in firefights with the enemy at corners, doorways, or in small rooms.
She made a cross in her heart. Although she didn't believe in this thing, she had seen too much witchcraft today.
It is true that the headquarters of the First Secret Regiment has told the truth about the existence of psychic energy and has already launched an anti-psychic combat plan, but hearing about it and seeing it are completely different things. She was born in a Brazilian slum, which is the territory of the Jesuits.
, has a strong Catholic atmosphere. Even if she does not believe in Catholicism, after years of influence, Caveira's subconscious is moving closer to the theories preached by Catholicism. Moreover, she did not accept the emperor's statement that "spiritual energy can be explained by science" for a long time.
, she had to admit that she suffered a great psychological shock. She would not be surprised if she saw an alien again today.
An instruction came from the earphones. The soldiers running fiercely in front suddenly turned to another direction and stopped. They squatted down and pointed the muzzle of their guns at an ajar door in the courtyard. Caveira then rushed to the door and carefully pointed the muzzle of the gun.
Pointing firmly behind the door frame, her crosshairs were firmly locked in the direction she was responsible for in the assault formation, waiting for other team members to arrive.
A few seconds later, they began their assault.
Combat sister Tatiana and her team used a recklessness that was unmatched by conventional indoor combat. Under Caveira's surprised eyes, they slammed into another unopened wooden door, and then the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment also launched an attack.
"When will we be assigned a suit of power armor?" After the battle, Caveira would complain to his comrades. "Although the full-environment combat suit is quite good, and there are power-assisted exoskeletons that can save physical strength, power armor is something else.
Something of the same level. If I put on power armor, maybe I can even take down Tony Stark!"
But she didn't have these thoughts at this time. She was just in awe of the power and sturdiness of the power armor, watching Tatiana and other girls in armor running rampant in a room filled with books and antiques. But regardless of the battle,
Neither the sisters nor the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment found anyone in this small room. There was only a huge copper stove in the center of the room. The top of the beautifully carved copper stove had dozens of irregular holes, which was pungent.
The spice smoke comes out of the holes, condensing in the air a variety of strange animals that do not follow the laws of evolution.
As if sensing the invasion, dozens of smoke-condensed monsters pounced on them.
A short laser flash lit up in the room, and then the chain saw weapon's motor began to roar. Caveira fired several shots, but each laser shot penetrated the monster condensed in smoke and could not cause any damage to it. The smoke
The sharp claws and teeth formed ripped open the polymer alloy composite fiber and integrated fusion molded armor plate of the all-environment combat suit. Caveira pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the smoke body, but only soot flowed from the wound.
Soot fell on her shoulder wound and mixed with her blood.
Taina Pereira woke up from the hot and humid air. The sweat on her back and neck made the straw mat wet and hot. The hard bed board made her skinny back very uncomfortable. But she was used to it because she
After living here for many years, she felt that even the smell on her body had become the same as here, full of domestic garbage, sewage, sweat and violence. The slums at night were not peaceful, and she stared at the moving objects on the ceiling with wide eyes.
There were dark yellow spots, and amid the tired breathing of her other siblings and her mother, she pricked up her ears without any sleepiness, trying to listen to the noisy and blurry sound of the radio outside the window.
She knew that the highest temperature today was 95 degrees (Fahrenheit) and the air was so humid that it was breathless.
She likes rain, but not because it makes her feel cooler.
On rainy days, pedestrians in big cities tend to be in a hurry and have no time or attention to pay attention to what is happening around them. How to use your dexterous fingers to take away things that are insignificant to the brightly dressed people in the city.
It was not particularly difficult for her. Almost all the children in this slum had one or two skills like this, and her mother always thought she was a good child. This is not surprising, there are ten children in this family and she is the seventh.
, the mother cannot support them with her dead father's pension, and she doesn't get much attention from her mother after working hard every day.
She didn't mind the lack of attention, her only concern was not to get caught by the police.
If she steals from land managed by a gang, she might be able to join that gang, as long as she gives a cut to a small boss; if she is caught by the police, they will squeeze the oil out of her bones and put her in a juvenile reformatory.
Using police batons as a threat, she snatched away the meager money earned by her mother and siblings. Even so, she might not be able to come back alive. There were enough examples around her. If she was caught by the police, her only weapon would be one.
She smashed the water pipe flat, welded it and sharpened the dagger. She had to rely on that dagger to escape the predicament.
Sporadic gunfire sounded in the distance.
The slums of Sao Paulo are not quiet at night. Even if most people fall asleep, crime will never stop. Either because of money, power, or simply bloodthirsty, the slums of Sao Paulo are home to the worst evil in the city.
On the one hand, Taina Pereira opened her eyes wide, listening to sporadic gunfire, and then she found that the gunfire was getting closer and closer, becoming more and more intensive.
"Caveira!" she heard someone yelling the name in a fierce voice, "Caveira!"
This name frightened her, because the people who controlled the nearby slums were a gang whose symbol was a skull (Brazil is a multi-racial country, and the main language here is Portuguese). It frightened her even more.
Yes, it was the sound of gunshots that were getting closer and closer. The wall made of wooden boards could not block the hot and humid air and bullets. Also woken up was her brother lying next to her. She felt that this room without glass windows
In the small room, the smell of sweat immediately became stronger.
She had an instinct and wanted to open her eyes.
The figure of her former tormentor flickered in front of her eyes. Tatiana resisted the urge to smash everything, raised her hand and shot the copper incense burner to pieces. A mystic in black robes appeared out of thin air, sitting cross-legged in front of the incense burner.
On the carpet that Tatiana had once stepped on, he seemed not to have thought that he would be discovered. Then the chain sword cut through the air and smashed down. The single-molecule sawtooth exuding high temperature bit into the geometric shield made of sparks.
There were sparks and noises like steel cutting. Another battle sister fired continuously, but the high-speed mass bombs seemed to be stuck in the invisible ballistic gel with great resistance, and the flight speed slowed down visibly to the naked eye.
Stagnant, tiny lightning spread across the projectile.
"In the name of the emperor, give up the filthy witchcraft! Accept the trial!"
The chain sword thrust out from Caveira's head, splitting the smoke beast in two. She saw the smoke body collapse inward, and finally turned into an amorphous mass of spice smoke. The battle sisters' audio grille roared, shaking
The ringing in Caveira's ears also completely woke her up from her past life. She could have sworn that she heard a voice she couldn't understand before the death of the witchcraft monster. The voice made her ears itchy and she wanted to put her fingers on it.
Reach in and scratch.
Then she saw the person helping her.
It was a battle sister. She nodded towards Caveira, pointed to the first-aid medical kit on the latter's waist, and then rushed towards the mystic who was going to fight Tatiana without looking back. That handsome look
The energy was fascinating. Caveira later thought that maybe this was one of the reasons why he wanted to wear power armor, not just because of the powerful bulletproof and explosion-proof performance of power armor.
Caveira was mercilessly dragged out of the crossfire by his teammates.
The accompanying military doctor sprayed disinfectant and the sting of synthetic skin on the wound, causing Caveira to return her attention to the battlefield. In addition to the regular debridement process, the military doctor also injected a burst of antidote into her wound. This was
Special medical supplies allocated by the Guards to the First Secret Regiment from the warehouse before this operation. "The wound tore one of your tendons. Don't worry, our medical technology can easily heal this wound. But you are not suitable."
Participate in the next battle." The military doctor received protests as soon as she finished speaking. However, the military doctor thought that she was just worried about the impact of this injury, so he hurriedly said, "The intensity of the next battle will be much higher, and we can only participate.
Second line fighting, so you don't miss anything."
"I can still lift my arms." Caveira argued unconvincingly, but was soon interrupted by the clicking sound of the leather stitching machine, "Okay, I agree."