After thinking for a while, Mo Cheng made a decision.

"The attitude of the Guanghui Church belongs to the Guanghui Church. The power is my own. Even the choice of power depends on people's faces? I have bad legs!"

He decisively chose the [Tombstone] skill. Although [Nature's Call] was upgraded to the highest level and strengthened to some extent, it was much stronger than [Tombstone], but Mo Cheng also knew that many skills could only be used in a short period of time.

With the level of [First Level].

At the same time, the environment you are in is also an important factor. The Vahlan Empire is currently in the flames of war. If you are not careful, you can easily be surrounded and beaten to death by a large army.

Isn't it because of this that Margaret's ancestor Windissa was beaten to death by a group of soldiers?

As for the skill [Tombstone], it can be said that it is least afraid of group fights. It is even the type that hopes that the more people there are, the better.

After the skill selection is completed, just as Mo Cheng thought, the improvement from level one to level two is not a gradual process at all, but a complete leap.

Light, pure light surrounded Mo Cheng, as if telling him something, but when he listened carefully, there was no sound except his own breathing.

But Mo Cheng felt it, felt the increase in power, felt this holy light that was even more unreasonable than magic.

Mo Cheng raised his arm, and the holy light condensed in his palm. The light that was supposed to be without mass now took the form of mass in Mo Cheng's palm.

As the holy light began to show substance, Mo Cheng found that his blue bar was beginning to plummet with a trend chart of the meltdown of US stocks, and he quickly controlled the holy light entity in his hand and slowly dispersed it.

I don't know if cold sweat was shed on his forehead due to excessive consumption or the sudden heart palpitations. Mo Cheng had a feeling that the holy light that had just materialized...

……very dangerous!

It gave him the palpitating feeling he had when he was a child when he held an oversized firecracker called [Spring Thunder] and the fuses were almost burned out, but he still held it in his hand without throwing it away.

I remember that one of my relatives kicked the firecracker out of my hand. My hand was swollen for several days, and I was beaten by my parents and in-laws until I couldn't get out of bed for three days.

And the palpitation he felt just now after the Holy Light materialized was much stronger than when he was a child.

"Is this thing planning to tell me the formula e=mc2?"

It was a bit different from the passive skill [Dragon Bloodline]. Mo Cheng doubted that if the active skill [Baptism] was not done well, he could be seriously injured in a matter of minutes.

The holy light is constantly changing in his hand. Both the [quality] and the [quantity] of the holy light have been greatly improved. In Mo Cheng's palm, the holy light is like a living thing. First, there are constantly changing numbers, and then there are a few smart lines.

, and then form a simple sketch like a stick figure.

But this was not the limit. The image of the Holy Light continued to deepen and change in Mo Cheng's hands, and gradually a female bust model of a frequent visitor to the 3D area appeared. However, this image did not last for a few seconds before it was dispelled by Mo Cheng on his own.

"Well, I can perform operations with [millimeter] precision. Unfortunately, I'm not particularly good at precision operations."

Its own attributes can only support operations at the [millimeter] level at most, but Mo Cheng is particularly dissatisfied, "If it can reach the [micron] level... forget it, that level is only needed by legal professions."

[Micrometer] level operations, even a mage has to be in his own mage tower to perform stable operations. As for operations with higher precision and even interfering with the microscopic world, there are naturally some operations, but Mo Cheng has not paid attention to them.

Gu Bing

If you want to create instruments that interfere with the microscopic world, then the magistrates must not only be of a high class, but also be rich enough. At least one magistrate tower must be enough to support three others.

In the following time, Mo Cheng began to patrol around the place where he landed. Those who encountered the Crazy Legion decided whether to kill them depending on the number. At the same time, through sneak attacks, massacres, etc., he saved many people who had nothing to do with the war from the Crazy Legion.

of civilians.

Under the dramatically improved holy light, no one in the crazy legion team that encountered Mo Cheng could withstand the three-second violent offensive. They could only be massacred, just like the innocent people they massacred.

When the people in the Crazy Legion possess what Mo Cheng needs and always have thoughts of killing for unknown reasons, there is no need to guess or say anything about their fate.

It's just that if you walk a lot at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts. When the Crazy Legion finds that the patrols they send out to a certain area are depleted very quickly, they will naturally send people to investigate.

There were several times when he could smell the "crazy" smell of the elites of the Crazy Legion from a long distance away. Mo Cheng turned around and ran away without giving those elites a chance to outflank and attack.

A team with almost full sixth-level combat power, led by a seventh-level soldier, Mo Cheng only had a hard time confronting them head-on.

According to Mo Cheng's calculations, if you want to kill a seventh-tier strongman head-on, you must upgrade at least three to four of your skills to level two without the other party escaping.

Or upgrade [Dragon Bloodline] to level three.

After rescuing a large number of civilians and sending them off the battlefield, and escaping from the hands of the crazy legion's elite several times, Mo Cheng unknowingly became famous on this battlefield.

Because he always asked people about Margaret's whereabouts every time he rescued someone, Mo Cheng received an incomprehensible title, "Priest Looking for Lover".

According to Rubin, the poor thief from the [Organ Hand] who came from time to time to take innocent civilians away from the battlefield, there were even bards in the rear who made it into stories and songs to sing in taverns.

At night, Mo Cheng had no harvest all day today. In fact, after the Crazy Legion dispatched an elite team in this area, Mo Cheng never had as rich a harvest as the first day.

The Crazy Legion is not a fool, on the contrary, they are very smart. After changing the patrol route of each team, once a team is attacked, at least three teams will appear around to provide support.

If Mo Cheng didn't run fast enough, he could easily be dragged into a siege. Once he was delayed, the elite team would have time to arrive, and the other party would have enough time to lay out Mo Cheng's body.

A little look.

Pushing open the door of the temporary residence with an unlucky look, Mo Cheng found Rubin sitting on the table, eating fruit that he didn't know where it came from.

Without thinking, he snatched the fruit from Rubin's hand and took a big bite. The refreshing juice moistened his dry throat.

"Tell me, where are you going? How many people are you going to kill?"

As a member of the [Organ Hands], Rubin remains neutral in this war, but they will also send personnel to treat and evacuate innocent civilians. Rubin's stealth skills are indeed very poor, but they have an organization behind them.

You can get a lot of information through the organization.

Therefore, in many cases, Rubin provided information, and as a price, Mo Cheng took action to solve some difficult problems, and handed over the rescued civilians to Rubin for resettlement.

"I'm not asking for your help this time, I've found the person you're looking for."
Chapter completed!