Spiritual Recovery: Be Invincible Starting From Delivering Food

After the communication ended, Zhang Jin looked at the members of the Dragon Group in front of him:

"You all heard it, too."

Everyone nodded.

"Then the action begins!"

Zhang Jin, who lost his wife, temporarily put his grief behind him.

There are people and parents behind him.

We can't wallow in pain just yet, at least... at least until the war is over.

Ze'an City——

The God of Death who was massacring the residents was suddenly locked by the AI ​​defense matrix, and the aura intensity dropped from the saint level to the gold level.

The ability of matrix locking not only reduces the strength of the aura, but also locks the corresponding abilities at the same time, such as runes and flying abilities.

The originally huge figure began to shrink, gradually returning to the size of a person.

Feeling the loss of power within his body, the God of Death raised his head and turned his gaze to the sky.

Looking at the robots arranged in a honeycomb shape, he said disdainfully:

"Chinese people actually like to do some little tricks."

"But this...is of no use at all."

After saying that, light gray smoke appeared out of thin air on his bone hand. The smoke condensed together and finally turned into a card.

The god of death on the card rides a white horse and wears armor, indicating that he has great power.

The current Grim Reaper is completely different from the one on the card, with tattered clothes and an old sickle.

As time goes by, his strength is no longer what it used to be.

"Power: Fog of Death." The God of Death held the Tarot cards and was about to release the power within them.

Suddenly, a threat came from a distance.

There was no time to dodge, and a black bullet hit the god of death in the head.

This bullet is Jia Shun's magical skill.

The members of the Dragon Group were on the speeding jeep. After firing the gun, Jia Shun retracted his head into the car.

He pulled the gun bolt and prepared to shoot Death again, but Death disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, a sickle struck at the jeep, cutting it in half.

In an emergency, Zhang Jin issued an order:

"All members of the Dragon Team are ready!"

"Open the rune!"

The twin brothers were the first to react and immediately activated the artificial runes on their bodies.

The biggest difference between this kind of rune and normal runes is that it does not have any power of law.

Their breakthrough to platinum level only increased the strength of their aura and added a new spiritual skill.

But the man-made runes have a very strong ability.

That is to accumulate excess spiritual energy in daily life and activate it at critical moments to briefly double the strength of the spiritual energy.

However, the cost of doing this is irreversible damage to the nerves.

Now is the time to face a powerful enemy. They have no choice at all and must fight the enemy with all their strength.

The twins dodged the scythe's attack at the same time and released their spiritual skills together.

"Charged punch!"

Dong Chen, Dong Mu, left and right, blasted at the God of Death's chest at the same time.

"Dang! Dang!" There was a sound of metal colliding.

The wind of the fist shook away the God of Death's cloak, causing his head to pop out. Only then did everyone see the God of Death's appearance clearly.

Under the almost rotten flesh, white bones leaked out, which looked very penetrating.

"Is this all your strength?"

"People like you who use special methods to take shortcuts to reach the platinum level are worse than garbage."

The God of Death took the sickle away from his hand, stretched out his bone claws, grabbed the two brothers' collars, and threw them upwards.

Then he grabbed the sickle and prepared to cut it along their waists.

"It's because of people like you who have raised the total power of all mankind that disaster will come so quickly!"

The God of Death yelled angrily, clenching his bone claws hard, and the sickle slashed across the waists of the two brothers.

Strangely, the sickle penetrated both of their bodies.

In the distance, Qi Yasu took a deep breath. Next to her were her twin brothers.

In the critical moment just now, it was she who saved the two of them.

Death's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed and said:

"It seems that China still has usable materials. In the space department, it's okay."

As he spoke, he changed the subject: "But except for you, everyone else must die!"

"It's not up to you!" A dagger stretched out from the shadow and quickly pierced the Death's cloak.

Tai Wanrong launched the attack.

As a shadow-type member of the Dragon Group, she has always been an expert in assassination.

Unfortunately, this time, she miscalculated.

The dagger passed through the cloak without the slightest hint of hitting anything.

This can only mean one thing, there is only a skeleton in the gray cloak!

The god of death swung the scythe in his hand so fast that no one could keep up with his movements.

Tai Wanrong's assassinating hand was chopped off.

"Ah——!" The voice stopped suddenly because she returned to the shadows.

Even if the Death God's strength is suppressed to gold level, even if the Dragon Team can release its strength and double its spiritual power.

They still couldn't defeat the enemy in front of them, the gap in strength was too big.

(Your teammates are going to die.)

A voice sounded in Zhang Jin's ears.

(You need my power, just accept me and I can give you the ability to kill it.)

‘Go away, you are hindering my fight! ’ Zhang Jin shouted with all his heart.

(How about making a deal, I will give you the right to use my power, and then you will give your body to me~)

"No need!" Zhang Jin shouted.

The chaotic scene in front of him suddenly returned to the battle.

Zhang Jin saw Tai Wanrong standing in front of him with her broken hand, her back trembling.

"When fighting...don't be distracted."

"Brother Zhang, this is... what you taught me."

As Tai Wanrong spoke, her whole body was divided into two parts. From the gap, Zhang Jin saw the smiling face of the God of Death.

"Weak, too weak!" the God of Death roared, the sickle in his hand flying and spinning, raising waves of wind and dust.

All members of the Dragon Group were stunned.

They didn't know why Zhang Jin was distracted, or at such a critical moment!

The sickle flew out and flew in the direction of Zhang Jin.

"Spiritual Skill: Metalization!"

"Teleport!"

The moment the sickle and Zhang Jin were about to touch, Qi Yasu appeared beside him.

Qi Yasu released teleportation again, but unfortunately this time it was a little late.

"Stab it." The sound of tearing fabric came out, and her right leg was cut off by the sickle.

Zhang Jin's pupils widened, and he looked at Qi Yasu's severed leg while trembling all over.

"Sorry, I……"

Jia Shun's voice interrupted him:

"Now is not the time to apologize. Captain Zhang, please wake up!"

He pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired several shots at the Grim Reaper.

"Bang bang bang bang——"

The bullets had a ricochet effect, and these shots formed a net of fire between the ricochetes, surrounding the God of Death.

The God of Death disappeared again and appeared behind Jia Shun. The sickle reflected the light of the sun and was about to cut off his neck.

"Don't be afraid! We will protect you!" The twin brothers pushed forward.

Their gloves were made of tungsten steel, a hard material that completely withstood the slashes of the scythe.

"Ding!"

They are the strength type, and they are both the spear and the shield of the Dragon Team.

The scythe was bounced away, which made Death no longer hold back.

Power: Fog of Death

The bone claws of the God of Death were filled with black smoke, and he lightly touched their shoulders.

The figures of Dong Chen and Dong Mu suddenly turned gray, and then turned into dust and disappeared.

"When——"

Only the steel gloves fell to the ground, making a final sound.

Jia Shun retreated violently, trying his best to get out of the mist.

"I'm sorry, Captain Zhang."

"I concealed the effect of the fourth spiritual skill."

"If I had used it from the beginning, everyone might not have died."

"Farewell! Captain." As he said this, tears welled up in his eyes.

He held the pistol and unloaded the magazine.

Then, Jia Shun used his spiritual skills with trembling fingers, and only condensed a red and white bullet.

He pressed the bullet into the magazine and reloaded.

The God of Death felt something bad, and stretched out his hand to recall the Death God's sickle.

Then he stepped out, ready to harvest Jia Shun's life.

Jia Shun stepped back and shouted with a smile:

"Team Zhang!"

"If you can go back alive, remember to tell my parents!"

"His son is a martyr!"

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Jia Shun's mind...

I think of the rivers, mountains, wheat, and dew in my hometown.

When I stand on tiptoes, I can see the kind faces of my parents outside the fence.

At this moment, I will give away the blood of my comrades, my tears, and my life...

Press into the gun barrel together!