"Jiru! Damn it, what is that thing!? " A black burly man shouted and at the same time, he made his move. He quickly squatted down and used a pillar as a cover. He adjusted the trajectory of the weapon with the machine gun in his hand. After aiming at the ball of light floating into the shopping mall, the big man fiercely pressed down on the trigger. The machine gun that was set to saturated shooting mode immediately roared.
At the same time, other soldiers were firing. The soldier called Jiru was inexplicably submerged in the light, followed by no sound at all, as if he had been vaporized. They had never seen such a bizarre method of killing. All of a sudden, dozens of machine guns formed a fire net and shot at the ball of sun-like light. Although they, the professional soldiers, did not have a captain's command, they did not have any blind spots when shooting from different angles.
It could be said that no matter what kind of enemy they were facing, they would have to face this kind of all-rounded, non-dead angle firepower shooting test.
Dozens of machine guns fired at the same time, and visible flames sputtered out continuously. The impact of the bullet hitting something caused the dust on the ground to fly up. Immediately, a cloud of dust filled the air on the other side of the shopping mall, forming a wall of smoke. Then, a white soldier hefted the shoulder-fired missile, and after setting a simple target, he pressed the launch button.
Immediately, a sharp whistling sound pierced through the air. The soldier bellowed, "Get down!"
The use of such powerful solo weapons in indoor space caused other soldiers to curse. However, they still obediently pounced on the ground or hid behind their masks. Less than a second later, a deafening explosion resounded from the front. Then there was smoke and fire and dust that rolled in and fell from the building.
After a tremor that felt like the shaking of the earth and mountains, the soldiers fearfully looked at the cracks in the ceiling, which were so deep that one could not see the bottom. Through these cracks, they could clearly see the steel structure of the building. If the explosion or the shockwave from the explosion had been any stronger, the whole mall would have collapsed. But there was no doubt about the power of the missiles. The soldiers believed that no matter what kind of creature it was, it would not survive a bombardment of this level.
But they were wrong.
As the smoke rolled away, a lightning barrier filled the space between the mall and the building, jumping with electric snakes, blocked all attacks. The soldiers gaped at the barrier of light. It was hundreds of meters wide, with a hexagram flashing in the middle. Behind the barrier of light, a pair of angelic wings crossed in front of the humanoid creature. What was visible was that the creature wrapped in the wings was completely unharmed!
"Damn it. Should we retreat?! " Seeing this, one of the soldiers cried out.
Behind the Time Barrier, the pair of wings moved, and slowly unfurled. Behind the wings, a handsome face could be seen. He had long, wavy purple hair, and his eyes were as long and narrow as a woman's. Beneath his straight nose was a disdainful smile that seemed to be drawn out by his blood-stained lips.
"Ignorant creatures, disappear!" His lips opened slightly, and a proclamation came out like a warning. Deep within the man's pupils, an azure hexagram appeared.
The barrier of light in front of him vanished, and the man spread his wings wide. In the front part of the wings, which were made of light, the equivalent number of light feathers, corresponding to the number of soldiers, evolved from solid form into pure light. If any high-level Adepts were present, they would recognize this as a skill used to convert matter into energy. Such a technique would require at least the power of an Elemental Domain at the ninth step.
However, even an Elemental Domain user of the ninth step couldn't simultaneously convert dozens of independent units of material like the man in front of him. This meant that this man's control of energy had already reached a miraculous level.
After displaying excellent levels of energy manipulation, the man displayed a precise technique. When the corresponding amount of light wings had been completely converted to energy, dozens of lasers burst out of the man's wings like revolving machine guns. When the soldiers saw the lightning arcs in the sky, their chests were pierced by beams of light. On this point, there was no difference.
Almost at the same time the lasers were released, they were all hit. And each energy beam hit the center of the chest, with such precision that it made one's hair stand on end. The moment the attack started, it ended. The soldiers had all kinds of surprised expressions on their faces. Whether they were lying on the ground or hiding behind cover, they could not escape the fate of being shot to death. With an expression of disbelief, they turned into corpses forever lying on the ground.
The mall was suddenly as quiet as a ghost.
During this entire process, the purple-haired man remained floating in the air. He only slowly landed on the ground after he had killed all the soldiers.
When the tip of his foot touched the ground, the wings of light behind him immediately retracted, retreating back into the man's body. Without the intense light from his wings and without many distractions, it was not difficult to see that he was wearing leather pants that gave off the smell of punk under the light of the mall's fire. His arms and legs were tied with countless leather buckles, while metal spikes that were an inch long appeared on his shoulders. If such a attire was placed in the old era, it would definitely be reminiscent of a rock musician. However, what this man in front of him was playing was a note to take his life.
The leather jacket was open, revealing the man's slightly pale body beneath it. A hexagram tattoo appeared on the chest area under the leather jacket. It was covered with ancient Siberian script. If a priest saw it, he would recognize it as part of the biblical Creation.
A man in pointed leather shoes casually walked through the dead bodies. He frowned, as if he was looking for something. Finally, the man hit it in the middle of the pile. Sauron's body.
He frowned and said to himself, "Even though it's very weak, it does smell like that thing. "Well, let's see who you are."
Squatting down, the man's right index finger began to emit a dazzling electrical light. He lightly tapped Saurun on his forehead, and the light sank from his fingertips to Saurun's forehead. Immediately, it extracted a huge amount of data from Saurun's undead brain. The data was converted into a frame in the man's mind, and the last frame was set in the man's eyes by exclusion and retrieval.
In the dim mall, a soldier wearing a radiation-proof vest was holding a gun in one hand. The muzzle of his gun spewed out flames that fell on Ning Xuemo's face, making it so that the dragon-shaped eye in his right eye seemed to burn with a layer of golden flames.
That was the last scene left to Saurun!
The scene disappeared, and the purple-haired man's chest heaved up and down violently. Her enchanting lips revealed an enchanting smile: "It's actually the God's eye! "This really surprises me. So you've awakened as well, the God of Manmade Men with the number zero number …" "Ah!" "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.