Mystery Makes Me Strong

Is it just twice as strong?

Wen Rensheng didn't think so. This No. 13 completely ignored a problem-that is, the opponent was only a mass-produced combat weapon that was also quickly produced.

But Wen Rensheng himself is the only type, the type that is perfectly customized, has been honed for unlimited development, and has unlimited potential.

Those who have played the Gundam series of games can instantly understand the real gap between the two.

But in the eyes of the red-haired woman and the black-haired man, the fact that number 13 can say such words means that he is not as arrogant and conceited as he appears, but has a clear understanding.

The two looked at each other, they were twice as strong, and if they really fought, it would probably be a one-win outcome, because the opponent's mobility would surpass yours, and you couldn't hit the opponent, but the opponent could kite you at will.

The red-haired woman then asked, "Did the higher-ups accept our suggestion?"

At this time, No. 13's face no longer had the previous redundant expression, but said indifferently: "You don't need to know now."

The black-haired man gave the red-haired woman a wink, but the red-haired woman did not continue to ask.

The big cat continued to stand by.

Until two days later, the three of them met the senior pastor Zena and the god-favored person of the disaster—a white woman in a red robe—in a potato field on a farm.

"I need you to convey to your gods that this is the land of the great, wise, comfortable, and heroic Macanese, and outsiders are not welcome to occupy it." No. 13 said directly, seemingly unaffected by the previous point.

"You are the outsiders. The gods have been cultivating here for thousands of years." The favored of the gods said indifferently.

Thousands of years?

Wen Rensheng was shocked. It seems that the history of this disaster can be traced back to the original aborigines of this land, even prehistoric aborigines.

No wonder there is such a powerful force, maybe it was as weak as a tortoise and a white mouse at the beginning, but after such a long time, it is strong enough for it.

On the 13th, he didn't speak for a while, and the other party's reasons could not be refuted. After all, the McCanns were indeed real outsiders.

"Okay, but we have created this wealth, the food on the land, the machinery in the factory, and various products in the city. These are the fruits of our labor. You have no reason to take him away, let alone ours. Life." Number 13 said again.

"The law of the jungle is the unchanging law that you follow. God just deals with you according to your law." The favored one continued.

"Gods should be just, bright, just, and generous...how can they compete with mortals for food, land, population, and wealth?" the red-haired girl couldn't help retorting.

Number 13 frowned, but said nothing.

The divinely favored person glanced at her: "Wishful thinking, extremely hypocritical fool, you are not qualified to speak here."

As he said that, the divinely favored man stretched out his finger, and a black column of air that Wen Rensheng was very familiar with appeared, hitting the red-haired woman in an instant.

No. 13 didn't seem to react, but the big cat reacted, but did not save the other party.

A guy who can pull others to take the place of a dead ghost without hesitation is not qualified to pray for salvation.

Of course, Wen Rensheng himself knew that he was also not qualified and would not pray for salvation.

The big cat just looked at the redhead's tongue, and it fell off.

Horror, fear, moodiness...

This is the case with the favored of the gods, and the favored of the gods are the people who are closest to the gods. One can imagine what the gods are like.

This fits the definition of God in reality, not God in imagination.

Just like for ants, children are gods. They can burn and kill them at will, flood their homes, and occasionally drop bread crumbs and sugar cubes. Only the bigger ones can restrain them and drive them away from their homes. God...

The red-haired girl covered her mouth, trying to say something more, but she could only make a mess of whimpers, which was hard to hear.

The black-haired man woke up from the shock in time. He snatched the other's dropped tongue in time, and pulled the other party to a distance for treatment.

He is wise, otherwise, that moody god-favored one would probably kill the red-haired girl.

"Since you also abide by the law of the jungle, that's good. I think you should understand that when two beasts meet, they won't fight easily." Only then did No. 13 begin to speak.

"Are you a beast?" The favored man turned his gaze back to the strong and capable No. 13.

"You can try."

As soon as the words fell, the same black air column hit No. 13's chest.

However, it only burned through the shirt and burned off a pile of chest hair, and No. 13 was not seriously injured.

"Yes, you are qualified to speak, but only to this extent, you can't be called a beast." The divinely favored person suddenly blinked one eye, and in the other opened eye, a black column of air appeared again.

It's just that this one is more than ten times purer than before, and it is more than ten times more solidified?

No. 13 was sent flying out.

A big hole appeared in his chest, revealing a bright red, beating heart!

Wen Rensheng nervously estimated.

Just now, it was indeed much better than the patron of the white mouse. Even if the gray robe sacrificed two eyes, it could not do anything to the big cat.

But just now, Wen Rensheng suspected that if he insisted, he would be ready to destroy a puppet.

Of course, it may not necessarily be damaged, after all, only after playing can you be sure.

The big cat is dexterous, and the hard top can only exert one-third of its combat effectiveness, and its specialty is ambush and assassination.

The tortoise made for Lao Zhao is suitable for hard resistance.

And this divinely favored person has not noticed that the big cat is already one meter behind her, which shows that the other party's flaws are also serious.

The attack power is extremely strong, and the attack speed is almost instantaneous, but the perception is too poor, not to mention the mobility. Looking at the long robe and the slow body movement, it is almost 0 compared with the big cat.

It's just that I don't know how the opponent's defense is. It should be of the high defense type. Otherwise, it will be too shocking to ordinary people, and it is not suitable to be a god's favored person.

And No. 13 was forced to make a mistake just now—in addition to the fighters, he took on additional tasks of negotiation.

This prevents him from concentrating on fighting, and he cannot take the initiative to attack, and passive defense is naturally the worst posture in the face of a powerful attack.

Modern warfare pays attention to mobile defense, quick discovery, quick attack, and quick transfer. You must not stick to one place, that is to wait for death.

"The weak are not qualified to negotiate and can only be prey." The favored man turned around and was about to leave.

But at this time, the number 13 whose heart had been shot out had a smear of chest, the granulation grew wildly, and the muscle regenerated in an instant, and it was intact again.

He suddenly exploded from the ground and punched the God-Fated One on the back.

Just as Wen Rensheng guessed, the favored one didn't react.

However, a fog shield automatically appeared on her body, pushing the fist down.

That kind of fog shield is very familiar to Wen Rensheng, it is the kind he often uses.