"F * ck."
Ding Ning cursed inwardly. Feeling the burning pain on his body, he directly burrowed into the ground and dived forward.
He had to admit that he had underestimated the technological civilization of the Descendants of God Organization. The combat power of these Descendants of God soldiers was not worth mentioning, but the new weapons in their hands could cause him some harm.
In particular, one of the weapons that could shoot electric snake-like materials could cause violent explosions in a small area, catching him off guard and injuring him a little.
If it was a simple power of thunder and lightning, it would not be a threat to him, who had the origin of thunder.
But the problem was that this weapon did not only contain the power of thunder and lightning but also seemed to be able to cause chaos in the magnetic field of the earth vein, catching him off guard and almost forcing him out of the alloy wall.
Boom!
Da da da!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
…
Whether it was the laser gun, the electric gun, or the electronic pulse weapon, they were destined to not make too much noise, but their lethality was far greater than that of ordinary conventional weapons.
The fact that even the alloy walls were bombarded was enough to prove this point.
This crazy shooting lasted for a full five minutes before the hundreds of Descendants of God stopped shooting. Looking at the messy tunnel without the enemy's corpse, everyone was puzzled.
"Is he dead?"
A Descendants of God soldier asked with some uncertainty.
"He must be dead. Even a True God can't survive such a barrage."
Another Descendants of God soldier said with certainty, full of confidence in the weapon in his hand.
"That's true. The organization has done experiments before. Even a True God can't survive the weapons in our hands."
A Descendants of God soldier immediately echoed.
"But where is his corpse?"
The previous Descendants of God soldier was still a little worried.
Everyone fell silent. Then, one of them said with a hollow laugh, "Do you still need to ask? He must have been blasted into pieces."
But that soldier was still skeptical. "Even if he has been blasted into pieces, there must be some flesh and blood left."
"Everyone, be careful. The chief said that the enemy is not simple, so we must not be careless. Conaya, go check with Gucci to see if there are any flesh and blood left."
A burly man who had not spoken all along ordered in a deep voice.
Although the two warriors named Conaia and Gucci were unwilling, they didn't dare to disobey the orders of their superiors. They carried their guns and carefully walked towards the ruined tunnel.
"Spatial Explosion!"
Right at this moment, a clear voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to turn pale with fright. Almost instinctively, they picked up their guns and started firing aimlessly and crazily.
"You … you guys …"
The pitiful Conaya and Gucci fell to the muzzles of their own men without any warning. Before they died, they turned around and glared at their comrades who fired at them from the back with grief and indignation. However, before they could even finish their words under the violent firepower, they turned into a pile of flesh and blood filled with resentment.
If they could live a little longer and see how their comrades died, perhaps they wouldn't feel resentment but rejoice.
The space that suddenly exploded formed densely packed spatial cracks, instantly slicing hundreds of Divine Warriors into pieces of flesh and blood. The thick smell of blood made one want to vomit. They had really been torn into pieces, and not even their bones were left.
Ding Ning slowly revealed himself. Although his clothes were ragged and he looked extremely disheveled, he stood in the passageway filled with blood like a god of death reaping lives. He showed a devilish grin at the hidden camera in the corner of the passageway, stretched out his hand, and gently made a throat-cutting gesture.
He believed that Markutu was definitely watching him from the other side of the camera, wanting to witness his death with his own eyes. Unfortunately, he let Markutu down.
Markutu was disappointed.
Thump!
In a surveillance room at the end of the metal tunnel, Markutu fell to the ground with a pale face. His eyes were filled with endless fear.
Even this was not enough to get rid of Ding Ning. Could it be that they really had to take that final step?
"Sir … Sir Minister, that … that demon has disappeared again. What … What should we do?"
The dozen or so Divine Warriors who had been urgently summoned by Markutu to protect him were also scared out of their wits. Looking at the empty scene on the monitor screen, they trembled as they shouted. "Who is this Divine Warrior?"
"F * ck, damn it, you forced me to do this, you forced me to do this …"
Markutu seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes bloodshot as he roared hysterically.
The leader of the Divine Warriors seemed to understand something from his words, and his expression changed drastically. He said in horror, "Minister, are you going to release … that thing? No, we can't. We will all die, all die."
"Omarben, then what do you think we can do now? Will we survive if we don't release that thing? Or are you confident that you can stop that demon? "
Markutu's eyes flashed with a murderous glint as he grabbed Omarben's neck, panting as he roared.
"I … I …"
Omarben's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to avoid Markutu's gaze.
More than a hundred warriors with the most advanced weapons were unable to kill Ding Ning, and in the end, they were completely wiped out. They were the only ones left, and they were all scared out of their wits. What could they use to stop him?
"Phew!"
Markutu took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain his composure. He let go of Omarben's hand, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly, "We have no other way out. If we release that thing, we will most likely die, but if we are lucky, we might still have a chance of survival. However, if we don't release it, we will not even have a chance of survival. That demon will not let us off. So, Omarben, I need your support."
Omarben's lips moved, and his gaze gradually became determined. When he raised his head, his expression had already calmed down, and he nodded solemnly. A faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly looked around. "For the glory of the organization."
"For the glory of the organization."
Markutu smiled and shouted loudly.
"For the glory of the organization."
Wherever Omarben's gaze landed, the eyes of the Divine Descendants turned blank, as if they had been brainwashed. Their dispirited and fearful expressions were instantly swept away, and they shouted in unison with high morale.
"Marar, according to the battle plan, immediately organize everyone to build a line of defense. Buy time for me and the Minister at all costs. The glory of the organization will be with you."
Omarben looked at the warrior named Marar with a dignified gaze and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Yes, for the glory of the organization, Marar will definitely not let down the mission, and swear to complete it with his life."
Maral immediately stood at attention, punched his chest heavily, and solemnly promised.
He then turned around and led the dozen or so warriors to carry out the mission of stalling for time.
A hint of apology flashed in Omarben's eyes, but it quickly turned into calmness.
Every man for himself. Once that thing was released, there would be corpses everywhere. Since they were destined to die anyway, why not make their deaths more worthwhile?
"Let's go, it's time to release our killer weapon."
Markutu said with a fanatical look on his face. He took out a small bottle and handed it to him.
"What's this?"
Omarben took the bottle and asked with a frown.
Markutu had a proud look on his face as he explained with a smile, "I've studied that thing's habits. It's only interested in living creatures.
What I've given you is corpse oil. As long as we smear corpse oil on our bodies, that thing should not be interested in us. "
"Corpse oil?"
Omarben looked at the bottle in his hand, and his face instantly turned pale. His throat moved, and he almost vomited in disgust.
Markutu curled his lips, turned around, and opened a passage. "Alright, how can we care about this in order to survive? Stop wasting time, our time is limited, and they won't be able to stop that damned demon for long."
Omarben suppressed the discomfort in his heart and looked apologetically in the direction that Marar and the others had left in. He resolutely turned around and followed Markutu into the passage.
He did not pretentiously ask Markutu why he did not give Marar and the others corpse oil, as he was very clear that releasing that thing required time, and Marar and the others were sacrificed to buy time for them.
In fact, he believed that if it was not for the fact that releasing that thing required his permission and authority, Markutu would not have told him the monster's only weakness.
Since he had already chosen to betray his subordinates, there was no need for him to pretend to be a prostitute.
Because in essence, he and Markutu were the same kind of people, selfish, cold-blooded, and heartless. The only difference was that he had been with Marar and the others for a long time, and he had a deeper relationship with them.
However, apart from death, nothing else mattered. As long as he could survive, nothing else mattered.
Whoosh!
The door to the passageway closed silently.
Ding Ning's figure appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, and there was a look of interest in his eyes as he softly muttered, "Great killing weapon? Interesting, I want to see it today. "
After saying this, he took a step forward and merged into the passage, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
In reality, he had already stealthily snuck in here and heard everything that Markutu and the others had said.
He had wanted to kill them and get rid of them, but he was intrigued by the "thing" that they viewed as their trump card.
Only by knowing oneself and one's enemy could one win a hundred battles. Although he had clashed with the Descendants of God countless times, he knew nothing about this evil organization's true power.
This "great killing weapon" might allow him to gain a better understanding of the Descendants of God, so he naturally had to observe them carefully.
The cold metal passageway and the metal doors that required various verifications reminded Ding Ning of the scene in Area 51.
Although the two metals were not the same alloy, they both had the ability to block out divine senses. Fortunately, this thing was different from the Eternal Stone. Although it could block out mental strength, it did not hinder his physical body from passing through. Otherwise, it would be really troublesome.
"When I have time, I'll use the Eternal Stone to build an underground base as a laboratory. It'll definitely be of a much higher grade than this lousy underground base."
Ding Ning secretly followed behind the two of them and sized up this luxurious underground base, muttering sourly to himself.
After passing through eight thick electronic metal doors that required verification, Markutu and Omaben stopped in a spacious hall.
The walls around the hall were all made of the same alloy, but the floor was made of a material that Ding Ning had never seen before.
The floor was entirely black and gray, giving off an extremely oppressive feeling. Furthermore, there were pictures of strange creatures engraved on every piece of the floor.
Ding Ning held his breath and looked at them with rapt attention, but he realized that he could not recognize what species the creatures on the pictures were. Some of the creatures had green faces and sharp fangs, but they had holy wings; some looked no different from humans, but their limbs were in the shape of beast claws or bird claws; some had human faces, but their bodies were covered in fine scales …
In short, they were all grotesque and absurd. Even the monsters in the Classic of Mountains and Seas were not as ugly and strange as these creatures.
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