Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

The ringtone was crisp and light, refreshing, and the echoes were endless, with a strange sense of sacredness... Upon hearing this sound, Su Zhou, who was pretending to be calm, immediately raised his head and listened carefully.

He can be sure that this is some kind of alienated and improved 'spiritual sound'!

It's finally started!

The star is finally moving to the correct position!

Several members of the Lian Prayer Club, who obviously knew more inside information, immediately showed joy. They immediately dropped their work and rushed towards the Prayer Hall deep in the cave—those who wanted to ask about Su Zhou's background didn't have time to linger At most, he gave the same smiling young man a strange look, then turned and left.

Naturally, Su Zhou did not stand still. He put down the cart in his hand, moved forward with the flow of people, then slowed down slowly, and stayed at the end by himself, silently remembering the direction they were going.

Soon, when no one else appeared in the corridors on both sides, and there was no sound of footsteps behind him, Su Zhou turned directly and walked towards the deserted warehouse area.

The corridor is not long. For the convenience of storage and retrieval, the material warehouse is not located deep in the corridor. Instead, an underground cave was found to transform it. With the mine lamp, it can be reached in less than half a minute.

It can be seen that this is a large underground cave, which is a semi-circular hall polished by humans. In all directions of the hall, wooden railings are used to divide several areas, and a large amount of compressed food and water tanks for storing clean water are simply piled up. , a variety of tools, mining road suits, compressed oxygen cylinders, and spare cables and engineering electronic parts.

Su Zhou could even hear the sound of the generator running not far away from here, and his eyes lit up immediately - he thought that the Lian Prayer Meeting relied on it to lay the mine tunnel lights, if it was destroyed here, then it would be destroyed in the depths of the cave. The prayer meeting without lights should also fall into a certain degree of chaos. Of course, it is equivalent to reminding the other party that there are advantages and disadvantages, and it is not very advisable.

In short, his first purpose is not this.

Bypassing a few toolboxes scattered on the ground, Su Zhou walked a few times and came to a hidden cave on the side of the storage room, and he strode into it.

Then, what came into view was rows of neatly arranged weapons of all kinds!

It's an arsenal!

There are no guards? It really is a loose and mysterious organization, the same as the case that my father told me at the beginning!

Su Zhou glanced over and was overjoyed.

He can see that there are pistols, rifles, and submachine guns here. Although they should all be weapons retired by various countries, they are well maintained... On the other side of the wooden box, there are signs of danger, which are placed separately. Others may still be confused, but Su Zhou can tell at a glance that there should be a grenade inside, and if he guessed correctly, it should be Zhengguo's wooden-handled grenade!

In addition, there are body armor, military stabs for cold weapons, short knives, gas masks, etc., and even bows and crossbows, which are packed in boxes, with clusters of arrows of different shapes next to them.

Seeing these weapons, Su Zhou couldn't help showing joy, but what was even more exaggerated was still behind - when he raised his head, he was stunned, because there was actually a long cylindrical weapon on the innermost side of these various weapons. , the black tube is placed there.

The RPG-7 of Ross State? !

Individual rocket-propelled grenade, the easiest infantry anti-armor weapon in the world, even a black African black uncle can use it!

Seeing it, Su Zhou's breathing became heavy, and he hurried forward.

RPGs are not uncommon. With the power of the Lian Prayer Meeting, it is not surprising that they can get this, but...are they planning to directly fight a small-scale encounter with Shan officials once they are exposed? And how did it get here?

The local officials definitely have an affair with the Lian Prayer Council.

Lucky to himself, Su Zhou began to check the situation of the RPG and the warhead.

But when I checked, there was a question mark on my head—either the propellant was damp, or the tail fin was distorted. The members of the Lian Prayer Club didn't seem to take good care of it at all, but bought it and put it aside to get damp.

There are a total of forty rockets, and only one is considered intact. The others either can only fly a few meters and blow up their own people, or after they are fired, their trajectory is comparable to that of the Zhu Guo Brown sports bomb!

But enough!

With this big killer, Su Zhou's eyes were filled with joy.

This group of fellows from the Lian Prayer Meeting are really well prepared, but now, these are all mine!

Putting on the bulletproof vest and mine helmet, Su Zhou loaded the magazine, put the submachine gun on his chest, a short knife on his waist, and a few wooden-handled grenades hanging beside him...just a few minutes Finally, fully armed, he pulled the bolt and put the RPG launcher on his back. Su Zhou walked out of the arsenal with a sneer and strode towards the prayer hall.

——All kinds of martial arts, this is fully armed!

Su Zhou hurriedly went to the depths of the cave, and along the way, he could see that the corridors began to become old, and there were fewer and fewer artificial traces that appeared recently, and even large areas of murals began to appear on both sides.

On both sides of the corridor in the depths of the cave, you can see some simple figures outlined by simple graphite. These ancient murals undoubtedly attracted Su Zhou's attention. He followed the direction of the murals and observed the murals all the way. Content.

The murals are not large, not exquisite, and the content is scattered, and the style is inconsistent. It seems that many people are responsible for each part of the painting. Without special research, ordinary people may not be able to understand it. The content of the mural, let alone comprehension.

But Su Zhou rushed all the way, and after reading it coherently, he could vaguely understand the meaning.

This is the story of a group of ancient ancestors who worshiped the holy snake.

In ancient times, there were a group of ancestors who worshiped the wisdom and power of the snake - of course, the so-called holy snake is not the same as the real snake today. In the murals, the so-called 'snake' is just a snake in the sky And the winding underground, sometimes thin and sometimes thick, mixed with shapeless existence, it is not so much a snake, it is better to say it is a black line drawn at will.

And the 'Holy Snake' represented by this line implies some kind of powerful power, which can determine the prosperity of the tribe, the fall of rain and dew, the fertility of livestock, and even the victory or defeat of war.

And the shape of the snake is so changeable, there are traces of it in the west, in the east, in the north, in the south, even on the other side of the world, and even beyond the world. And His shape is also changeable, seven heads, eight Qi, nine heads, hundreds of heads, and thousands of heads. The shape does not affect the power, and the name does not symbolize meaning.

——The holy snake spirit represents wisdom and authority, immortality and reincarnation, and is the existence of the soul of the world!

And at this moment, in the prayer hall.

In the ancient obsidian hall, a large number of members of the litany are forming an end-to-end ring. They are holding secret seals, chanting secret mantras, and worshiping the Void Code Rituals on the altar in the center.

On the altar, a white-haired and white-bearded Bedouin, the leader of the litanies, was dissecting an eleven-meter-long double-headed python. His eyes were indifferent, and he calmly used the The obsidian knife cut through the scales of the giant python, and the giant python did not struggle strangely, as if frightened by some kind of terrifying pressure higher than life.

Soon, the Bedouin leader took out the snake heart, and using his blood as ink, he began to draw runes in mid-air. The dark red blood full of spirituality condensed in the air and turned into dense runes, vaguely forming a line to hold himself. Tail, a big snake with a ring around its body.

And as the secret mantra was recited, the voices of the members of the Lian Prayer Club echoed in the ancient underground grottoes, and they could be seen, with layers of light, and many spiritualities floated from everyone, and finally gathered directly above the magic circle.

These spiritualities, like swimming fireflies, are attracted by a huge vacuum hole, and they spontaneously throw themselves into the ring serpent, like fuel, quickly maturing it—soon, with the snake blood spreading , forming a circular formation around the entire prayer hall, a phantom of a self-devouring and self-incarnated giant snake began to emerge, it turned, and brought a tornado-like wind to swirl in the hall, sounding a comfortable and happy spirit The sound, as if it is about to descend, turns into substance.

And within this almost substantive phantom, a gem-like blood light is gradually growing and growing!

Okay...the ceremony was successful...quickly, go and get all the 'offerings'!

The Bedouin leader looked overjoyed, and he ordered loudly: First the 'blood offering', and then the 'spiritual offering'—the great holy snake spirit will come today and give us the rank of eternal life!

eternal life!

Shouting eternal life in the spiritual language of the 'Secret Mantra', in the hall, fanatic shouts sounded at the same time, like a wave, and upon hearing the leader's order, several members who were already on the edge of the ceremony turned their heads and opened the prayer hall to the gate, and brought all kinds of offerings to be placed in the nearby cave.

Su Kela, a native of Zhu, stood at the innermost side of the ritual, and he also recited the secret mantra, watching this scene expectantly, the blood that was constantly being bred.

——Blood of the Holy Snake Spirit, Blood of Eternal Life——

Even if ordinary people get the sacred object that is enough to transform a person and regenerate the body of a god, in the new era afterward, he can transcend the mundane and have the potential of immortal achievement!

However, for some reason, the people who delivered the offerings did not come. The expression of the Bedouin leader who was originally happy changed from strange, angry, cold, and finally frowning in surprise. Curse, the spirit is vain, the art of conjugating the spell began to be a little scattered, and the phantom of the ring-headed giant snake that was about to condense into substance has gradually become illusory.

But it so happened that at this moment, there was a sound of opening the door, and the door of the prayer hall was slowly opened, which immediately made everyone feel a little relieved.

However, what followed was not a cart loaded with offerings, but——

Grenades!

Huhu—under everyone's stunned gaze, four wooden-handled grenades were thrown into the prayer hall almost at the same time, and just like that—exploded in the air!

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

The violent explosion with the shock wave killed more than a dozen cultists who were close to each other in an instant, and the subsequent flying shrapnel made the whole hall full of wailing and pain, crying for father and mother It's all in one piece, but it's not over yet! A few seconds after the explosion slowed down, a figure jumped directly into the door with a sharp roll, and the figure raised the submachine gun on his chest without hesitation, pressed the trigger without mercy, and started shooting at everyone in the hall. Active bio-strafe!

Times have changed! Crazies of strange organizations!

Da da da da da!

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with dancing flames!

——All kinds of martial arts, this is shooting with guns!