"Fight your mother!"

For the guy who wanted to take himself back as a guinea pig for research experiments, Mo Cheng didn't hesitate to answer.

"Provoking me will only make you suffer more unnecessary pain."

Ichkiel disappeared, and the huge left arm was in front of Mo Cheng's abdomen, immobilizing him. Immediately afterwards, his right arm thrust straight into Mo Cheng's back without mercy, and he wanted to forcefully pull out Mo Cheng's spine.

The Bureau of Inquisition is proficient in the human body, and Ichkiel, as the deputy director, naturally knows that when a person's spine is severely injured, there are only two results left.

dead, or useless.

Many times, these two results can be put into the same category.

It's just that Mo Cheng is not a helpless weakling, nor will he just accept defeat like this.

Using the waist to exert force, and the core strength to use Ichkiel's left arm as a lever, he almost completed a forward flip, and at the same time kicked Ichkiel's face from the bottom up with both feet.

The moment it hit, he used his own holy light to counteract the opponent's holy light, and then the power of the thunder element and the fire element poured into Ichkiel's head, and before the opponent reacted, he exploded.

"boom!!"

As if a bomb had been detonated in his skull, thick black smoke came out from Ichkiel's seven orifices. Mo Cheng, who had avoided the ultimate move and fought back, carefully opened the distance, and did not continue to attack violently.

Because he could perceive that this blow only caused damage to the enemy, not even a serious injury.

The power of the triple thorn halo was activated at this time, and Mo Cheng's brain seemed to be hit by a shell, but the consequences of returning from the wound did not disturb him at all.

I don't know when it started, Mo Cheng's eyes became calm, like a mirror, without any emotional ups and downs at all.

"Papa papa!"

Ichkiel clapped his hands and praised, the counterattack of the blow just now made him admire even if he was in the position of the enemy: "Very powerful physique, in my triple thorn field, not only can resist the opponent stronger than you The ultimate move of the previous class can also be used to counterattack fiercely. Even in the Radiant Church, you should be the best one."

A hasty counterattack obviously cannot cause effective damage to Ichkir. It can be seen from the Holy Flame on the opponent that can actually transform into a full body of heavy armor. attainments.

Paladin has never been a weak profession.

A strong man with a tyrannical physique, a high level, and even ample combat experience, who also focuses on attacking and anti-injury characteristics, is a hopeless hostile to any enemy.

But Mo Cheng is not an ordinary person. Ichkiel is very strong, but not strong enough to make him afraid.

Wiping away the blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth, Xin Martial Art·Zen suppressed all the negative emotions in the body, and the negative state brought about by various retaliations was tantamount to nothing for him.

"Ichkiel, stop wasting time with nonsense. Next, I will attack you with all my might!"

Mo Cheng's arrogance caused the deputy director of the Bureau of Heresy to laugh out loud, "Kill me? Can you do it?"

A mocking smile, but in Ichkiel's heart, he was secretly on guard. This person in front of him had never appeared in his sight, but he knew all kinds of methods of his own, and even once broke several of the situations he had arranged.

Combined with the previous offensive, it was able to hurt him, and at the same time, it could also resist the anti-injury of the triple thorn field. The deputy director of the Inquisition Bureau also had to admit that the kid wearing the priest's uniform in front of him was an enemy even if he was an enemy. rival.

"I thought, I could try."

As the words fell, Mo Cheng took off the priest's uniform to reveal the vest inside. In the next battle, this costume had already begun to interfere with him.

Then, Mo Cheng's body began to swell, his bones mutated, dense scales appeared on his skin, ferocious horns grew on the top of his head, and the nails of his hands gradually became sharp enough to tear steel easily.

Ichkiel's eyes changed from astonishment to seriousness. He had already seen what [thing] Mo Cheng was, "Dragonborn? That's not right. This feeling is much more [pure] than Dragonborn."

He suddenly discovered that the complex elements of the young man in front of him could be called a tragedy. The holy light of the clergy, the element of the spellcaster, the power of time from unknown sources, and the aura of rage that is purer than that of the dragonborn.

Even the well-informed Deputy Director of the Bureau of Heresy Judgment, at the moment, only thinks [Why hasn't this guy blown up yet? ] question.

A clear killing intent flashed, and Mo Cheng's offensive began.

Like the sea, like huge waves, Mo Cheng's attack exploded. The violent power was unprecedented, and Tuntian's murderous aura not only broke Zen's state of mind, but also shocked Ichkiel.

"what!?"

"Roar!"

killed! Purely fast and strong, after Mo Cheng's dragon humanization, he shot with all his strength, even if Ichkiel was mentally prepared, he would not have guessed that Mo Cheng's fists came so fast and so crazy.

Even more unexpected was the murderous aura that shocked him.

What the **** is that?

Ichkiel didn't know, he could only feel the wailing of countless dead souls amidst Mo Cheng's murderous aura, the powerful life ended here, the ancient creatures came to an end, and even the world that existed in ancient times also fell in it.

Amidst doubts and incomprehensions, Ichkiel was hit hard immediately.

"It's not enough! Come again!"

After the punch, there was a crazier, faster, and stronger punch, hitting Ichkiel's chin from the bottom up.

Broken!

It's Ichkiel's jaw, the skull.

After this blow, Mo Cheng's attack was slightly still, and then an incomparable murderous aura surged in, incomparably crazy, he wanted to devour Ichkiel with the most evil, craziest, and most domineering power.

You must completely smash and devour the hateful thing in front of you!

The broken mind of Zen is completely shattered, worse than Shura, more evil than Yasha, faster than Garuda, and more angry than King Ming, wantonly pushing his own fury valley to the peak, throwing all his anger, all his Love, all emotions are integrated into the fist.

Fight for everything you want with your fists, and take the lives of others with your strength.

Integrate your own state of mind and thoughts into the original self, the [Great Killing Monk] in the [Foreign Land] who has nothing but killing and power.

With the third blow, Mo Cheng hit the back of Ichkiel's head, completely shattering his skull.

Can he comprehend what he wants to [say]?

Can't understand~lightnovelpub.net~ He can't understand why the murderous aura on Mo Cheng's body is so terrifying, why Mo Cheng's power limit has increased sharply, and even more can't understand why his body can withstand several moves in the hands of Archbishop Alfonso , It took three punches to shatter the skull.

why is that? !

There is no reason, since he can't comprehend Mo Cheng's [unwillingness], then what the **** is [thought] doing?

Ichkiel, let me die!

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