Under the strong sunlight, shadows were intense. At the moment Mika appeared, his target was overly conspicuous.
He was surrounded, at the direction he jumped.
Three Aran Standard Semi-automatic Rifles were aimed directly at him, the soldiers held down the triggers, with the muzzles spitting deadly flames, pouring out the ammunition.
Any flesh attempting to pass through this bullet storm would be shredded into mincemeat.
But the Dark Demon Scripture spells on Mika’s body separated from him, swirling around his body, wrapping him in the structure resembling steel hexagons like a rope.
The bullets battered against it, only making sparks and leaving extremely shallow marks, but this was iron formed by Annihilation Energy.
As long as Mika exerted his strength, it could regenerate completely.
The spell ritual of the Dark Demon Scripture connected to the Annihilation Domain, providing inexhaustible energy.
Adding aviation fuel to a car engine, the cylinders would overload and burn up.
Black blood trickled from Mika’s nostrils, his lips pallid, after traveling so long in the wilderness and eating nothing nutritious, his physical strength had severely depleted.
This must be a swift battle.
"What the hell are you?"
The leading soldier’s captain hurriedly reloaded his magazine, but it was too late.
Mika had already landed, the support from the steel hexagon poles pierced the ground, jumping from a height of more than ten meters without a problem, the supports snapped back into the spell, landing firmly on the ground.
Using the method he employed against Carrie three days ago, he slapped the ground, sending the spell rippling like a tide of snakes, forming into sharp steel spikes.
Impaling the abdomens and chests of the three soldiers, lifting them into the air, they vomited blood wildly while still struggling, their movements enlarging the wounds, causing them to bleed profusely and eventually killing them.
Four more army soldiers continued firing at Mika from the side of the wind erosion rock cover.
A steel hexagon pillar, wider than Mika’s shoulder, rose from the ground, blocking the bullet stream, the spell snake tide swiftly reached under the feet of those four, wrapping them completely like a thorny fence of blades, crushing them like birds in a palm, bursting them like tomatoes filled with red ink.
All eight army soldiers were annihilated.
The bizarre writhing runes retracted, strangely, they glimmered with a haunting white light, seemingly extracting something from those corpses.
"Amazing... My husband..."
Carrie panted inside the spell cage, ever since she met this demon, it never wore clothes.
Now that the battle was settled, completely relaxed, he thought of the naked enchanting demon bitch in the evil dungeon.
He possessed the Piling Holy Body, and needed to clear his physical strength daily, which had overflowed in these three days.
Mika noticed a blind spot, he clearly felt aroused just now, but the tattoo didn’t torture him.
Was it because the spells were in a weak state?
No, it wasn’t that, he was still bleeding from his nose, feeling weak all over.
According to Carrie, the spell was just a ritual tool, connecting to the Annihilation Domain, it couldn’t be weak.
Because he had just gone through a battle? He had slaughtered eight people... Calirabos was a joyful Demon God, the ecstasy of killing and destruction was also part of the sacrifice.
As a living sacrifice, Mika had to constantly offer sacrifices to...
After giving all the big sticks, here is the sweet reward.
He understood everything, the Demon God truly was great.
While Mika was lost in thought.
A middle-aged geologist with a revolver fired at Mika, trembling all over, shaking as if his bones would fall apart.
Clearly not a professional fighter, from tens of meters away, his aim was poor.
But he managed to hit Mika, cutting a few strands of hair, slicing open his earlobe, red blood gushing out.
Mika hadn’t planned to kill these people, soldiers were different from scholars, but since he pulled the trigger, he should be prepared to die.
However, using these spell tattoos would drain a lot of physical strength.
Mika quickly picked up the semi-automatic rifle previously used by the soldier’s captain.
The East Sea Pirates and geologists differ vastly in firearm skills, pulling the trigger, three precise shots, two to the torso, one to the head, even a god couldn’t save him.
The headshot immediately killed him, decades of knowledge spilled onto the ground, forever swimming in the ocean of mineral knowledge as brain matter.
The remaining three academic personnel froze in shock, not daring to move.
Mika picked up another new rifle from the ground, planning to take it back to Fen for study.
He slung one rifle over his shoulder, holding another, approached the rock shelter where the three remaining scholars hid, squatted down, looking down at them.
These three incessantly pleaded for their lives, their excuse was simple, they were just following orders, hadn’t participated in war, merely doing geological surveys, none of this had anything to do with them.
They mistook Mika as part of the Mulong Resistance Army.
"I want you three to stay here honestly, also help me keep watch. If you move more than three meters away, I will kill you."
Mika saw their well-set camp, just as his drowsiness hit, he found a pillow, but Mika didn’t have a crowd fetish.
They truly knew how to enjoy; the camp tent even had coffee brewing, using fine beans, the aroma already wafting over.
The three nodded like chickens pecking rice, none dared to flee, fearing angering this tattooed-faced monster.
Mika needed to verify his thoughts, human lives were sacrifices, offering sacrifices, he as a living sacrifice had to perform.
Entering the tent, he gulped down the coffee brewed by those scholars.
Fun fact, coffee can speed up blood circulation, if there’s no blue pill, it’s considered Golden Resin, capable of enchanting weapons.
Mika released Carrie, he had to start playing Hero Alliance immediately.
As a hybrid of Dream Demon and Enchanting Demon, Carrie had a strong addiction to rank matches.
Mika had Carrie hit Ice Crystal Phoenix with Tam’s Q, while his overflowing energy paired with Conqueror talent.
It confirmed Mika’s thoughts, after offering the soul sacrifice to Calirabos, tattoos wouldn’t burn him, now Mika’s actions were also a form of live sacrifice.
He must have killed eight people, achieved a godlike status.
Carrie came to the Western Continent nine centuries ago, naturally without Night’s Edge,
To accumulate late-game advantages, Carrie chose Undying Grasp, while Mika chose Molten Giant with a passive quickly recharged.
AD Molten Giant was an unconventional playstyle, but combined with W skill Barbaric Strike and Deadly Rhythm talent, it dealt decent damage.
After two matches, Mika mastered the rune’s essence, Rui Zi, generally known as Little Mika.
However, Carrie played Widowmaker with an unusual style, stacking Heart of Steel without knowing how many layers, going for a tank build.
Mika tried several ADCs, but lacked damage, during many lanes he had to retreat and press the recall button for safety.
In broad daylight, inside the tent.
The three spared scholars outside, with complex emotions, fear, and weirdness, this person was a pure mental case, just killed people, and...
Too weird, even the luck-mastering Yellow-Black King couldn’t be half as mysterious.
Where did that female voice come from?
Mika stepped out of the tent, extremely weak, but the tattoo spells gave him incredible power, exactly eight times.
After eight rounds, when Mika saw the appealing female scholar, the ninth time was impossible, not to mention his extreme weakness, with the thought emerging, the tattoos started burning him.
Mika couldn’t describe his extremely vivid feelings.
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His survival could be summarized in two words.