Travel Frog: Bring back Bing Bing fruit at the beginning

Free country, a certain plain in the north.

A hunt is in full swing.

The surrounding area of ​​the plain has been blasted into huge potholes one after another by various thermal weapons, and the pungent smell of gunpowder permeates the air.

And a young man stood on the plain that had been hit by artillery fire, panting heavily.

He didn't know what was going on.

He only remembered that when he woke up early in the morning, he became the agent of Enyo, the god of blood and destruction.

At first he thought it was a hallucination from staying up too late yesterday, but before he could figure out what was going on, a group of mysterious people with weapons broke into the door.

Unable to explain, he started shooting at himself, just when he thought his death was certain, but somehow he came back to life.

And the body that was shot into a hornet's nest was expulsing all the bullets in the body, and then repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although I don't know exactly what happened while I was sleeping, but it seems that I have acquired an ability similar to Brother A.

The young man who realized this began to use his immortal ability to kill everyone who broke into his room.

But there are as many of these mysterious people as locusts, no matter how hard they are killed, they cannot be killed.

The young man had no choice but to retreat strategically, and when he ran to this plain, he was covered by a large number of artillery shells.

"Who are you guys? Why did you kill me? I didn't do anything!" The young man shouted at the mysterious people holding hot weapons in front of him.

But the mysterious people did not mean to answer the youth's question, but raised their weapons and aimed at the youth again.

But just as they pulled the trigger, a piercing sound suddenly reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a red-haired boy suddenly fell from the sky and landed beside the young man.

"I finally found you." Su Shuo looked at the young man with a harmless smile.

"Who are you?" Although the young man could feel that Su Shuo's aura was very similar to his own, this did not make the young man relax his vigilance.

"The one who killed you!"

As soon as the words fell, many scarlet spikes suddenly appeared on the ground and pierced into his body, and then put him in mid-air.

The sudden pain caused the young man to frown slightly.

And the next second, he suddenly felt that these spikes piercing his body were continuously absorbing the strength of his body.

The sudden change caused the young man to panic.

"What the hell are you doing, bastard!" the young man said angrily.

"Kill you, and take away the theocratic power in your body that belongs to Lord Enyo." Su Shuo said flatly.

"Theocracy?"

At this time, the young man suddenly remembered that there was indeed a translucent guy who told him this morning that he already possessed part of her theocracy, so it was a mess to enforce her will.

But at that time he just got up, he was in a daze, and he didn't understand what the guy meant.

But now he understands that the target of these mysterious people is the theocratic power he just obtained this morning!

"You want my theocracy, right? I can give it to you, but you have to let me go!" the young man panicked.

If he hadn't just obtained Enyo's divine right this morning, he would still be an ordinary office worker, living a nine-to-five life.

In the face of this moment of death, it is natural to be as frightened as you can be.

"Kill you, and I can also obtain the divine power in your body."

As soon as the words fell, more spikes protruded from the ground, piercing through the entire body of the young man.

Feeling that the theocratic power in his body would not be lost, and the feeling of death getting closer, the young man collapsed.

"what!!!"

The miserable screams changed the expressions of everyone present, and many of them took a few steps back.

"Quiet!"

As he said that, another spike protruded from the ground, piercing the young man's entire throat.

Now, he could no longer make a sound.

When the young man was about to die from excessive blood loss, those spikes suddenly retracted.

Without the support of the spikes, the young man fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and it seemed that he would not live for long.

"In order to thank you for contributing your divine power, I will not absorb you."

Then Su Shuo turned to the men with guns and said, "Give him a decent funeral."

Although everyone didn't know why Su Shuo did this, they still nodded in agreement.

After Su Shuo left, the crowd dug a big hole, threw the young man into it, then hurriedly covered it with soil and left the place.

But the young man who was buried in the ground was full of despair. He could do nothing now but wait for death to approach step by step.

"Please, no matter who you are, please save me, no matter what price you pay, even if it's your soul!" The young man pleaded in his heart.

But in this barren mountain and wild plain, not to mention people, even small animals are very rare.

What's more, there has just been a big battle here, anyone with a little brain knows that this place is very dangerous.

And just as the youth's consciousness was gradually dissipating, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Are you willing to be my agent in the world and punish all crimes for me?"

"Yes! I do!"

As long as they can survive, young people are willing to give everything!
"Very good! Son, tell me your name."

"Steven! My name is Mark Steven!"

"Mark Steven is a very good name, so from today on you will be my agent in the world!"

As soon as the words fell, some yellowish bandages would suddenly appear, wrapping Mark Steven's whole body.

The crow, which smelled the smell of blood, began to fly over the place where Mark Steven was buried, waiting for some monsters to dig out his body before going up to have a feast.

But some of the impatient crows landed on the ground and began to dig up the loose soil with their claws.

But suddenly, a wrapped arm wrapped in white cloth suddenly protruded from the ground, scaring away the crows.

Then a man wrapped in a yellowish white bandage and wearing a cloak struggled to crawl out of the mud.

That person was Mark Steven who had been chosen again by a certain god!

Mark Steven collapsed on the ground, looking at the moonlight above his head, the bandage on his face was slowly opened, and he breathed in the long-lost air.

He swore he would never experience this feeling of death again in his life.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Kongsu, the Egyptian moon god!"