The system allows me to capture gods? Backhand capture system

The further you go, the fewer wounded soldiers there are.

But correspondingly, their strength will be stronger.

Along the way, there are several sixth-level divine messengers with injuries.

Fortunately, they don't look as serious as those divine messengers with only second- and third-level strength.

Tongzi also restored He Jun's vision.

She can let He Jun participate in the battle, but it's too early to deal with these interpersonal relationships.

"We're here."

Li Liangcai walked to a small flat building that looked no different from the surroundings.

"Come in."

As soon as he knocked on the door, a middle-aged military doctor in a white coat came out.

"Doctor Jiang, Old Wang..."

"General Li, I know you are anxious, but be prepared. General Wang's injury is very serious."

"I know, thank you."

"It's my job."

After talking with the military doctor for a while, Li Liangcai walked straight in.

And Doctor Jiang also left.

"He Jun" followed and entered the door.

Soon, he saw the person he was going to meet today:

General Zhenbian, Wang Xin.

The design of the room was very ordinary, with a bed, a table and chairs, a few small compartments, and nothing else.

"General Wang."

Tongzi controlled He Jun's body and walked forward. With just one glance, He Jun's consciousness almost vomited again.

The person in front of him, no, it was even difficult to call him a "human" in the shape of a human-shaped charcoal, his chest was constantly rising and falling.

The heavy breathing sounded like a broken bellows, and the amplitude of each inhalation and exhalation was very large.

The skin was like rotten hollow wood, cracked, black, and missing a piece here and there.

There were countless precision instruments around connected to various tubes inserted into Wang Xin's body, ticking, prolonging his life.

"Old Wang was besieged by believers of the Indian god of death, Soma, and a large amount of his life essence was drained away."

"In addition, believers of Anubis, the jackal-headed god of the underworld in Africa, were at work, so he looked like a ghost that you see now."

Li Liangcai half-knelt and walked to the bed, with murderous intent in his eyes that was almost beyond words.

This time it was not aimed at He Jun.

"Huh"

Wang Xin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved.

He raised his hand tremblingly, turned his head with great difficulty, and looked at "He Jun".

The joints seemed to be rusty, and every movement was accompanied by a "crunching" sound, which made people's teeth ache.

"Old Wang, take it easy!"

Li Liangcai was frightened by Wang Xin's sudden action and quickly got up.

But he did not touch the other party immediately, but stood aside at a loss.

Judging from Wang Xin's current physical condition, it is estimated that if Li Liangcai exerted a little force, he would break.

Broken in the physical sense.

The action just now caused many pieces of burnt skin to fall off Wang Xin's body.

The slightly larger pieces fell to the ground and were broken into several pieces.

"Hehe——"

Wang Xin uttered a few syllables inarticulately, and his throat, which seemed to be leaking, made people worry that it would break at any time.

"You want to say that I must be careful of those gods who control the black strange aura?"

"Don't worry, I will make them pay the price they deserve."

"It hurts, it hurts?"

"He Jun" almost asked and answered himself, and Wang Xin occasionally shouted twice in the middle.

"Judging from your current situation, you are dead."

"Hu——"