Chapter 38 Aztec War Blade Technique and Blackie

When the white phosphorus was burning and thick smoke was rising, Luke had already put on a gas mask and slipped out of the door with his bag.

Before leaving, he threw the remaining white phosphorus bomb on his waist in, creating even bigger fire and poisonous fog.

Humans are really cruel creatures, always obsessed with inventing more weapons that can kill their own kind more efficiently. With these weapons, even if there is only one person, killing a dozen of their own kind is easier than killing a chicken.

Guarding the farm gate, Luke pointed his gun at the exit and felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

He was just an extraordinary apprentice, and strictly speaking, he had not even truly entered the extraordinary world. However, among the dozen or so cultists in the farm, any one of them was of the same level as him, and even quite a few of them were of a higher level than him.

A level 0 genius, killed more than ten level 1 and level 2 enemies!
In any fantasy world with an ancient background, even if Long Aotian came, no matter how powerful his golden finger was, he would still lose two pounds of flesh.

However, he was just so ordinary, without even getting hurt, and yet he almost wiped out all these people.

This is the power of modern weapons, and these are just ordinary weapons that a wealthy businessman like Luke can collect, not the most powerful weapons of mankind.

No wonder, the world dominated by mortals still dominates.

No wonder the extraordinary people are so low-key.

No wonder the authorities even confidently outsourced supernatural affairs to the church.

So, is it really meaningful to become a superhuman? Luke even began to doubt his choice.

Before he could continue his philosophical thinking, some cultists could no longer bear the scorching flames and rushed out of the gate.

"bang bang"

He fired subconsciously, taking the other person's life.

"Kill a Level 1 spiritual creature"

"Obtained the skill - Aztec War Saber Technique (Proficient)"

Ok?
The prompt on the panel woke Luke up. It turned out that this cultist also mastered a sword technique that sounded ancient and powerful.

Unfortunately, he didn't even have time to use his knife before he was killed by America's continuous combination of Iai techniques.

Times have changed, my lord!

Times have changed, and so are the extraordinary people.

Luke thought somewhat bleakly.

Before he could return to his previous thoughts, with a "clang" sound, the huge worm broke through the roof of the farm directly, stood up like a cobra, and looked towards Luke's position.

My goodness, he is not dead yet? He even extinguished all the white phosphorus flames on his body.

Didn’t we say that times have changed?

Luke grabbed a grenade, pulled the fuse, and threw it at the worm's head.

The bug was probably unmanned and had no intelligence. When it saw the small object flying over, it actually took the initiative to catch it and opened its big mouth to swallow the grenade.

"Idiot! Shut up!"

A voice came from the worm, and Luke realized that a cultist was lying on the worm's body, and they escaped from the fiery hell on the farm together.

It should be the cult leader who summoned the worm.

Unfortunately, his order came too late, the worms were a little slow to react, and there was no label on the grenade saying "Be careful not to ingest by mistake."

Therefore, as soon as the words fell, the grenade was swallowed into the worm's mouth.

"Boom" the worm's head was blown into pieces with the sound of a grenade, and the cult leader, who should be the only cultist left tonight, was directly thrown out by the shaking of the worm's dead body and the shock wave of the explosion, and fell not far from Luke.

Luke remembered the experience that villains die because they talk too much, and decent people tend to get into trouble when they make trouble too much, so he didn't ask any questions and just raised his gun and shot.

"Bang bang bang bang."

Out of respect for the little boss, Luke emptied the remaining bullets in the AR-47 magazine in one breath.

Although he was also a second-level transcendent, the flames and explosions had already taken away most of his life. Therefore, without even a decent resistance, the cult leader died cowardly in Luke's hands.

Sure enough, among all kinds of weapons, America is still the best.

The panel gives prompts one after another
"Kill a Level 2 spiritual creature"

"Obtain 200 points of spiritual essence"

"Kill a Level 2 spiritual creature"

"Acquire skills - sing, dance, rap (mastery)"

The 200 points of spiritual essence came from the giant worm, and that strange skill could only come from the cult leader.

Damn it!
Luke almost cursed out loud as he glanced at the panel prompt.

Other first-level extraordinary people can show me their sword skills, but you, a second-level leader, are showing me this?
Are you a black man too?
How did you become the leader? By singing and dancing?

What Luke didn't expect was that the first thing he eliminated was the correct answer. This cult leader relied on his skillful dancing skills and showed off his style in the sacrificial ceremony to obtain more blessings from the gods, thus becoming a second-level extraordinary person and leading this group of younger brothers.

His superior, the priest of "Butterfly Breaking Out of the Cocoon" in Broward County, knew his abilities very well, so when there was an urgent need for manpower, he did not send him out to work, but only let him lead a group of people to plant leaves here.

Not only that, in order to ensure the safety of Leaf Farm, the most capable first-level transcendent in the sect, known as Worm Blade, was sent to him as a combat support here.

Unexpectedly, Luke had the ability to see into the future, and took advantage of the intelligence gap. He used an unreasonable American fire spell - Sea of ​​Fire, to clear the area directly.

After killing the cult leader, Luke was about to turn around and continue staring at the entrance of Leaf Farm, when he suddenly noticed that the leader's expression was a little strange. There was no panic, fear or even regret on his face, but he looked very satisfied, as if he had no regrets in death.

Luke lowered his gaze and saw something very familiar—a transparent glass bottle.

To be precise, it was a broken transparent glass bottle with a cross logo printed on it.

Luke also had this thing at home, and it was placed on the bedside. He did not bring it with him during this raid because he was worried that the Holy Light might trigger a back-up plan here.

So, this bottle of holy water belongs to this cultist?

He is a cultist! What is he doing with this thing?

Why did he take the initiative to break it!

Are you looking for death?
Luke had a strong sense of foreboding in his heart. He didn't even bother to look for any surviving cultists. He didn't even bother to pick up his gun bag. He just turned around and ran away.

Cultist, fuck your mother!

Do you still play like this?

But before Luke discovered it, and even before the cult leader fell, the holy water had already been poured down. The power of the believers and clergy praying day and night, a trace of the blessing power of the gods, was released from the holy water.

Then, a stronger and more evil force was triggered.

The breath of the evil god has arrived!

(End of this chapter)