God level mage system

Ahmed was panting heavily. Seeing that the old guy couldn't get up, his feverish mind gradually recovered and he waved his hand angrily.

Two soldiers rushed forward and dragged back Redagast who was spraying blood from his mouth and nose.

In the other direction, a search team composed of more than a dozen soldiers also completed the control of the core figures of the colonial star according to the list. More than 20 heads of major families were brought to the stage to stand with Redagast.

Ahmed ignored them, and instead aimed the particle rifle at the remaining hostages: "The mission is completed, and no one is left on the list. This is a powerful blow to the tribe!"

This sentence fell into the ears of the hostages in the audience, and it was tantamount to the announcement of the god of death.

"No, you can't do that!"

A middle-aged guest expressed panic and shouted: "My company is only a civilian enterprise, and it has nothing to do with you mutants..."

"Bang bang bang!"

Continuous weapon strikes erupted, and the shouting man was hit by several mutants with weapons, and his upper body evaporated directly.

The blood mist from the corpse splashed onto the faces of the surrounding female guests, causing a series of high-decibel screams.

These family ladies and socialites have never seen such a brutal murder scene. They were crying and wanting to flee in horror.

On one side are the ripped lambs, on the other side are the hungry wolves, the particle weapon bombs poured out, and most of the hostages fell into a pool of blood.

Several mutant warriors laughed strangely, and in the confusion, they captured several young women who were trying to escape.

"Ahmed!" One of them yelled and tore the dress of the woman in front of him into pieces, staring at the beauty in his bare eyes, "I'm going to die anyway, as for how I die, it shouldn't matter!"

"Ha ha…"

Ahmed grinned: "You guys better hurry up and get it done within 3 minutes. If there is a problem, I will take care of it. If it takes more than 3 minutes...huh..."

This attack will cause the tribal government to suffer historic humiliation.

Ahmed is very aware of the importance of the success of the operation. Letting his fighters do whatever they want will increase the instability, but it is also necessary for these high-ranking tribal citizens who claim to be dignified to suffer physical and psychological insults.

"How can you make it with only 3 minutes!"

The soldiers who were questioning shouted loudly, but they didn't dare to disobey the order. Ahmed would only give 3 minutes after speaking for 3 minutes. As long as he spared a second, he might be killed on the spot.

At the moment, he could only unbutton his pants as fast as he could in his life, and throw himself on the woman in front of him.

For hundreds of years, the mutants have never had the opportunity to slaughter the high-ranking citizens of the tribe wantonly like today, and the mutant warriors present were all eyes red with excitement.

The other fighters who failed to catch the female target immediately took action, pouring particle ammunition towards the crowd, and attacking the young and beautiful women at the same time.

The main hall of the opera house instantly turned into a brutal hell.

The crowd was dispersed, and Lin Muwan, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't hide herself anymore, her figure was exposed.

"Hey, there's another woman here!"

A mutant warrior exclaimed, like a sailor who found an ancient treasure chest on a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea. This exclamation also attracted the attention of more companions.

All the evil eyes looked over, the surrounding male guests fled in all directions for fear of getting hurt, and no one dared to stand up and fight back.

Lin Muwan's pretty face is stern, and she has experienced the baptism of the Warm Winter War. At this time, her psychological quality can be compared to that of experienced veterans.

After undergoing the genetic modification operation, she also obtained a level five muscle strengthening strength. Although this part of the strength improvement is weak in the face of mutant fighters that are more than ten times her own, if the enemy's goal is to capture alive, at least she can Hold off for a while.

Although she was unarmed, she still kicked off her high heels, tore off the skirt that affected her movement, and assumed a standard fighting stance.

Lin Muwan made a decision in her heart.

If Ye Tian had fled to a safe place, then she would die here...

If Ye Tian is willing to come back to save her, then find a way to cooperate with his next actions and reduce the burden for him.

At this moment, more than a dozen mutant warriors gathered around, their greedy eyes flicked on the woman's long legs wrapped in stockings, Lin Muwan seemed to be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Luo Lin followed Ye Tian all the time. After climbing down the roof, the two walked back to the entrance of the opera house.

The military armored vehicles that arrived in a hurry formed a circle here, and many guests who had evacuated from the hall gathered on the lawn in the middle, about a hundred of them, all of them panicked.

There was a sudden burst of gunshots and explosions in the opera house, which shocked the crowd into an uproar, and even some timid women cried out in fright.

Ye Tian couldn't help turning his head when he heard the sound, his eyes fixed on the main entrance passage where the flames were burning.

The execution team composed of more than 30 tribal fighters has just settled down. In the shadow of the green forest, there are still several tribal snipers crouching. The insurance has just started not long ago.

It is not difficult to judge from the sound of weapons that the robbers started killing in the auction hall, and the stranded guests were being killed.

But without the order from above, these troops who came to support still did not dare to act rashly, and could only approach slowly step by step.

The sound of weapons subsided, and the door to the outer corridor of the ballroom suddenly opened, and dozens of bloody corpses were thrown out, rolling down the white steps, and the entire theater was immediately covered in a strong smell of blood.

The people around were startled, their faces turned pale, and they stepped back one after another.
A gangster shouted from behind the door: "Look, lackeys of the tribe! The great holy warriors have already controlled the center of Dolan! When we captured here, we killed 4 soldiers, and now kill 40 people as a warning!"

"The theater and the surrounding intersections are blocked! You'd better disarm and surrender! Otherwise, there will only be a dead end!"

The working group in charge of mediation stepped forward at this time. A bald middle-aged man held a microphone and shouted into the theater: "As long as you release the hostages, I can guarantee your safety!"

What responded to him was a series of particle projectiles. The solid stone floor tiles were cracked and cracks spread. Fortunately, the guards raised their individual shields and threw the bald man down, barely blocking the attack.

"The jihadists under Khabib will never surrender!"

The sound of weapons dissipated, and the gangsters hiding in the hall began to shout loudly again: "We can release people, but the Horde team must withdraw from the Lion King Starfield within three days.

Moreover, 200 billion tribal currency equivalent Aita particles must be paid as a ransom, otherwise...these hostages will all die! "

"What?" The bald man's face was black and blue, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for this unreasonable request.