Chapter 831 The Hand of Fate, Mohammed
In the library of the Cloud Top Base, the original Wang Mingyang's heart moved slightly.
A space gem appeared in his hand.
With a light tap of his fingers, the space gem expanded rapidly, and Tina fell directly from it to the ground.
Tina lay on the ground, looking around blankly.
It felt like only a moment had passed, how could she have changed places...
Turning her head, a Chinese man in different clothes appeared in her field of vision, looking at her with a smile.
Tina was startled and quickly stepped back a few meters.
"Tell me, how many clones does the Light Lord have?"
Wang Mingyang took a sip of the teacup, his eyes full of inquiry.
The information asked by the flute clone has been shared with him.
However, in addition to the Queen of the Sun, the flute clone of her subordinates still needs to deal with it.
It is necessary to deprive the supernatural power, and this consumption is affordable.
Fortunately, the mustard seed space is common between the original body and the clone.
The items placed in it can be used by the three people thousands of miles apart.
If this ability is used to run a logistics company, it is really too profitable.
Even Li Yuchan and the others can be teleported through the mustard seed space.
It is more convenient and faster than the teleportation array.
"You... are you twins?"
Tina was a little stunned. The Chinese man in front of her was exactly the same as the one just now.
It was just the sudden change of clothes and the surrounding environment that made Tina feel that they were definitely not the same person.
She and Amy were twin sisters, and they were very sensitive to this situation.
"I guess so. Answer my questions well, and I can consider not killing you."
Wang Mingyang put down the teacup, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
If he didn't feel that this woman was still useful, the flute clone would have killed her just now.
"I don't know how many there are, but it shouldn't be more than ten."
Tina was very single and directly told the information she knew.
Others are the knife and I am the fish.
Although she didn't understand this Chinese proverb, she was also very clear about her situation.
"You can't sense their location?"
"No, unless someone dies..."
Wang Mingyang's eyes flickered, "What about parasitic ancient angels, can they be sensed?"
Tina hesitated for a moment, but gave a positive answer, "Yes."
This answer made Wang Mingyang's eyes light up.
He originally just asked casually, but he didn't expect it to be possible.
It makes sense, Baidi Joseph can take the initiative to plant parasitic seeds to summon ancient angels.
Although Buddha can't plant, he can also control those ancient angels.
Tina in front of him is also a spirit of the Lord of Light, but her strength is so low that she doesn't even collect the power of faith.
But she should have some means.
"In that case, then use your ability well."
"Help me find all the ancient angels!"
Wang Mingyang smiled slightly and grabbed Tina with his big hand.
Feeling the power of space compression again, Tina couldn't help showing a trace of shame and anger on her face.
Fuck!
This trick again!
The space gem quickly formed, and Tina, who had shrunk countless times, stared in it and could not move.
Throwing it into the mustard seed space casually, Wang Mingyang sent a message to Nong Xue's clone.
"This woman can sense the ancient angels, make good use of it."
...
Above the Mediterranean Sea, a golden dragon loomed in the clouds.
"Oh, there is such a good thing!"
Nong Xue's clone received the message from the main body and couldn't help grinning.
In the past, to find the ancient angels, it was necessary to clear zombies on a large scale to prompt them to show up.
It's just like picking up equipment from monsters in the game, and you don't know which monster will drop good things.
Even if you fight the BOSS, some things may never drop after a lifetime.
Everything is a probability.
Now with this weakest clone Tina, it's different.
But it's still on the sea, and Nong Xue's clone didn't release it immediately.
After estimating the distance, it's only more than 200 kilometers away from the country where the Holy Land of the Church of Light is located.
"Almost there!"
The golden dragon let out a high-pitched dragon roar, and its body moved a few points faster.
Massive reading value, here I come!
...
In the holy city of Gama, on the largest temple square in the city.
The originally densely packed believers had long disappeared.
A burly man with four arms punched the huge meteorite.
The extremely tough meteorite could not withstand the force of the explosion.
It exploded immediately, and the debris flew all around.
"Search the entire desert and find him for me!"
The four-armed man looked at his side with cold eyes.
"Respect the law!"
The half-naked attendant with a wild aura bowed and responded.
After that, he immediately turned around to arrange relevant matters.
A large number of supernatural people left the holy city and dispersed to the surrounding desert.
Brahma walked into the central hall with a gloomy face and sat down, looking up to the northwest.
He went west all the way, dragging many believers along the way.
Occasionally, he showed his power, making those psychics who were forced to change their beliefs gradually become firm.
In this way, he gathered a huge power of faith.
He also wiped out a city of faith, not even sparing the parasites.
He could not control these parasites, nor would he leave them to others.
Brahma knew very well that this was the place where another Light Lord's clone was.
As a holy city of faith for the true bishop, there will definitely be a large number of believers gathered.
Although the Brahmanism he founded has many followers, it is not as large as the number of followers of the true Catholic Church all over the world.
That's not even a little bit worse.
Not to mention there is another behemoth - the Illuminati Cult.
"Damn it, if I had known better, I should have swallowed that piece of shit Hidado first!"
Brahma came all the way here just to find other distractions.
Unexpectedly, someone ran away...
…
Deep in the desert, in a vast underground space.
A middle-aged man in white robe moved the dotted line in front of him with a smile on his face: "Two threats, one is far away for now, and the other is still there..."
"My lord, why don't you let us go to war? The soldiers are willing to sacrifice themselves for you!"
An old man in gray robe sat on his knees and asked in a low voice.
The man in white robe glanced at him and shook his head slightly: "This holy war has just begun. There is no need for the believers to pay their lives in vain. You are not the other party's opponent yet..."
"We have so many fifth-level warriors, and Hiladin has been promoted to sixth level. Can't we defeat you even if we include you?"
The old man looked surprised and muttered in an anxious tone.
"Demora, you underestimate the other party."
"The trajectory of destiny I have observed is that even if we all go out and face the first threat... the result will only be annihilation. Even if we face the second one, I may be able to survive, but it will be difficult for you."
The man in white robe shook his head slightly, his eyes as bright as the starry sky, like a spiral of starlight.
The old man Modra, who raised his head in surprise, felt dizzy and quickly lowered his head in silence.
This Lord Mohan, who is called the incarnation of God by his believers, possesses extremely strange destiny powers.
Being able to peek into the future to make the best choices.
Demora doesn't know where the opponent's upper limit is.
But from the moment the apocalypse came and the zombies broke out, Demora has been following Lord Mohan, whom he calls 'my lord'.
All his judgments have never been wrong so far.
"Go and call Hiladin over. Although this underground cave is safe, it cannot be searched without restraint."
Mohan seemed to have observed something and whispered.
"Yes, my lord!"
Demora stood up, saluted, and quickly left the secret room.
