Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 137 America Has Its Own Mythology
Many times, Rango was actually very envious of Andrew's telekinetic abilities.

The reason is obvious. This is an ability that can kill enemies from a distance. If it is developed deeply enough, you can even crush the opponent's head with one punch from hundreds of meters away.

Of course, a control range of several dozen meters is enough for Andrew under normal circumstances.

But there is another reason besides this.

That's telekinesis, it's perfect for showing off
Bang-!
On the empty plain, the sounds of limbs being broken and exploding could be heard one after another.

In front of Andrew, at the edge of the woods, several off-road pickup trucks loaded with hunters jumped out like wild beasts.

The car was full of middle-aged men and women, who were well-dressed and had extraordinary temperaments, like a group of hunters from the upper class, holding all kinds of guns, and their expressions were full of enthusiasm and anticipation for the upcoming hunt.

However, when their eyes fell upon the sight before them, all the excitement froze in an instant.

According to the previous hunting process, these wealthy hunters now need to follow the Indians to the travelers they have captured, select their favorite prey, and label them.

Then they can go back to the woods and wait patiently. When the prey wakes up, they can start hunting the prey with their own tags and enjoy the fun of hunting.

But now.
The prey had awakened ahead of time, and the Indians who were supposed to guide them were reduced to a pile of broken limbs on the ground, which was a shocking sight.

"Damn it! Shoot! Don't let them get away!"

Someone in the truck suddenly woke up, quickly raised his gun, and prepared to attack Rango and others.

But unfortunately, they have quietly stepped into Andrew's telekinetic field.

Andrew waved his hands lightly, as if commanding an invisible storm, and with a sudden pressure, more than a dozen pickup trucks were hit hard, the bodies of the trucks rolled over, and the people inside were thrown out of the trucks, looking miserable.

Then, before these guys could react, he gently clenched his palm like playing with a puppet, and a rich man felt an irresistible force binding him tightly.

Panic instantly appeared on the man's face, and he looked at his companions for help: "Help!"

crunch--

The cries for help suddenly stopped, replaced by the crisp sound of breaking bones and the tragic sight of internal organs gushing out!

A woman who looked like the man's wife saw this and asked hurriedly, "Honey, are you ok?"

"Fuck, do you think he can still answer you?"

Although the crowd around was in chaos, since they had the courage to engage in such a hunting game in the wild, it was obvious that most of them were much braver than ordinary people. They raised their weapons again, cursing and pointing their guns at the man in front of them who raised his hand towards them.

However, in the face of this surging hostility, Andrew seemed unusually calm.

His hands trembled in the air like he was plucking the strings of a guitar. Every time his fingers moved, any rich man who dared to point a gun at him would freeze in place.

Next, his torso and limbs seemed to be pulled by two invisible giant hands. With a sharp "ripping" sound, his body was torn in two!
The blood poured down like a torrential rain, splashing on the faces of the bystanders and bringing waves of biting chills.

Those wealthy people who had originally tried to resist now had only fear and despair in their eyes. They screamed and gave up resistance, struggling in the mud in an attempt to escape this bloody hell.

An almost crazy smile of satisfaction spread across Andrew's face. He waved his arms wantonly. Every time he clenched his five fingers, it was like the scythe of the god of death sweeping by, ruthlessly reaping lives.

At this moment, he is no longer the weak boy who was beaten by his father at home and bullied by his classmates at school. Instead, he has transformed into a true "biological master", enjoying the supreme pleasure brought by power and conducting ruthless judgment on the wealthy people who treat tourists as prey.

"Rango, are you really not going to stop him? Andrew's condition seems a little out of control." There was a hint of worry in Clare's voice.

"It's unnecessary. Those who died were all rich bastards. It would only be good for the world if they were gone."

Rango shrugged and said indifferently: "Besides, Andrew's life has been a bit rough recently. It's good to vent properly. Don't worry about this kid. He is a good kid."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the killing and laughing Andrew over there, and looked carefully at the Quetzalcoatl statue in front of him like a lunatic.

In the past, Rango had seen many hunting and killing games of rich people in movies, such as "Hostel" and "The Hunt". He had also seen hunting movies with perverted killers and deformed freaks as the protagonists, such as "The Hills Have Eyes" and "Wrong Turn".

But the villains in these movies are still basically human, and there is no such thing as sacrificing living people to please any gods.

At first, Rango thought that what happened today was just one of those clichéd plots in the movies, because except for himself, almost everyone else on this trip was the protagonist or supporting role in a movie.

After these days of experiences, he had already figured out some tricks of this world. As long as he went out with some movie characters, he would always be drawn into the movie plots.

But what happened today was a little unusual. Not only was I tied up, but how could such a strange statue suddenly appear?

"Honey, you just said that this statue is called Quetzalcoatl?" Rango stared at the statue, with a hint of curiosity and vigilance in his tone.

Clare nodded, her voice low and serious: "This is a god believed by the indigenous Indians. It can be traced back to the Mayan civilization. In American mythology, it is the god who dominates formation and light. It is said that it invented books and calendars, and also brought corn to mankind. It is the patron saint of the priests."

"Corn?" Rango raised his eyebrows and joked, "I think the Russians must like this god very much."

Clare understood his joke, smiled, and then whispered to Rango, "But some people say that Quetzalcoatl is an out-and-out evil god of darkness, exactly like the evil god Baal in the Bible, and this Quetzalcoatl is even darker and more terrifying. Like Baal, he likes human sacrifices and trades with his followers through dark magic."

"That must be it!"

Hearing this, Rango sneered, "Look at the guy on the statue. The feather crest and wings make him look quite sacred, but the snake head has such a ferocious expression. He doesn't look like a good god. Moreover, these natives captured us here and found a group of rich people to hunt us for fun. This is obviously a way of sacrificing us alive to please the gods."

Teddy chimed in, "Why can't the gods of America learn from the Greek or Nordic gods and just chant and party instead of resorting to human sacrifice?"

"That's right, brother. Even if it's like India, it's fine to find a few believers to bless you for fun when you have nothing to do. Gods like this who sacrifice people alive are not worthy of being called gods!"

Rango jumped up from the base of the statue and stood firmly on Quetzalcoatl's shoulder.

Looking at the pair of eyes that seemed to be flashing with cold light, he curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, and raised his arm without hesitation, ready to directly break the guy's head.

But at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred!

The smell of blood in the air suddenly became strong. From the corpses that were ruthlessly torn apart by Andrew, the blood seemed to be drawn into the air by an invisible hand and gathered into a horrifying blood-red python that was more than ten meters long. It raised its head ferociously and glared at Rango and his group.

Feeling the throbbing in his palm, Rango patted the head of the statue at his feet with satisfaction and said jokingly:

"Thanks, man. I was just worried about where to replenish my energy."

As if angered by this provocation, the blood-red python suddenly exploded and soared into the air like an arrow. Its huge body covered the night sky and rushed towards Rango with destructive power.

Faced with this sudden attack, Rango lowered his body, used the statue as a springboard, and leaped into the air like a cheetah.

He thrust his right fist forward, and stabbed out with a superman punch wrapped in a faint blue light! It hit the python's jaw accurately!
With a beast-like howl, a shocking hole was instantly torn in the python's head. A cold blue light flickered at the wound. The python tried to repair it with more blood but it was futile in the face of the blue light.

Then, Rango used the force to fall down, the blue light on his fist became more and more dazzling, and each punch was like a precise javelin, piercing deeply into the giant python's vitals.

The giant python, which had originally looked ferocious, had now been knocked to the ground. Its huge body rolled on the ground in pain, and its wailing was deafening, but it still tried to use its body to tightly wrap around Rango in a final struggle.

But all this was in vain in front of Rango. He put on the Holy Cross Brass Knuckles that were specifically designed to deal with dark creatures, and with the Blue Stripes' restraint on extraordinary creatures, each of his punches dealt tons of damage. Wherever his fists passed, the python's body was like ice meeting fire, quickly melting into shocking holes.

"Did you find anything strange?"

"I see. The boss's strength is simply incomprehensible. This snake is clearly liquid, so why does every punch he makes seem like it's hitting a solid object?"

"No, no, no, what I mean is that Andrew has only killed a dozen people so far. How could the blood of those people combined be enough to form a python more than ten meters long?"

"Fuck, there are even evil gods in this world. Teddy, are you still worried about this?"

Under the high-speed operation of the [Sports Car Head], Rango's fist shadows were as dense as rain. In a flash, the thick snake head turned into nothingness under his bombardment, and the snake body also dissipated, turning into a pool of smelly blood, polluting the land.

"It's really stinky."

Rango spat in disgust, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his bloodstained hands.

Then he turned to the Quetzalcoatl statue, his eyes full of disdain: "It has been worshipped for so many years, and this is the only power it has?"

After saying that, he stomped the ground hard, jumped up suddenly, and punched the statue without hesitation. Immediately, stone chips flew everywhere, and the statue collapsed with a loud bang, turning into rubble and dust.

At the same time, in a wooden house not far away, the Indian priest who saw all this through the camera was hit by a huge force and was knocked off the chair.

When he struggled to get up from the ground, his pupils had turned into angry red vertical eyes!

"Gather the men!"

The priest grabbed the tribesman beside him and shouted an order: "Catch that blasphemous guy and use his blood to sacrifice to Quetzalcoatl!"

Upon hearing this, the Indians around let out low roars, picked up their weapons and rushed out of the cabin.

But in the midst of this chaos, there were several outsiders in suits inside the cabin.

These people stared at the scene on the screen, where a handsome man with an unruly temperament was chatting and laughing with his companions.

Their brows couldn't help but frown slightly, and then they exchanged meaningful looks, and finally all eyes were focused on the man at the front of the team.

One of them whispered, "Boss, these guys look very dangerous. It would be very risky to approach them rashly."

The man in front of him did not respond. His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, fixed on Rango and Andrew on the screen - one had amazing speed and strength, and the other possessed extraordinary telekinesis, both of which could easily treat humans as ants and play with them.

The man's mouth gradually curled up into a passionate and profound smile, as if he had foreseen the future of the world: "This is the outline of the new era. Ordinary humans will eventually become weaklings, and only super-powered people will be able to override everything and dominate life and death. Remember their appearance. When you go back, use all the power of the company and dig out all their information at all costs!"

"Understood!" The subordinate who spoke earlier responded quickly, and then added cautiously: "It's just that this time we didn't have time to test the medicine, and an accident happened. Should we stay here or not?"

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash." The man snorted coldly and shook his head, "This trial ground is no longer useful. Let's leave here before that man named Rango finds us." The men around him nodded in agreement, but when they walked to the door, they found that they were surrounded by dozens of armed Indian natives, each of them glaring at them with hatred.

It was because of these people's cooperation with the priests that their own people died and even the statue of Quetzalcoatl was destroyed.

The angry natives had forgotten the money these guys had given them and only wanted to take their lives as well to be buried with their fellow tribesmen.

Faced with this sudden siege, the employees of this unknown company did not show any panic.

The first person moved quickly, took out a seemingly ordinary capsule from his arms, and bit it into pieces without hesitation.

In an instant, a burst of fiery energy surged in his body, and his body seemed to be possessed by fire, transforming into a blazing fire storm, and suddenly rushed towards the group of angry natives.

Under the raging flames, the surrounding natives fell down one after another like dead leaves swept by the autumn wind, leaving behind only a charred ground and a pungent burnt smell in the air.

The man called the boss glanced at everything with an almost indifferent look, and then, surrounded by his guards, he slowly stepped into the car.

The vehicle started, leaving behind a series of shrill roars and the desperate cries of the natives, and disappeared into the distance.

On the other side, on the plain.

The group of college students who were brought in earlier also woke up from their coma. They rubbed their dazed heads and looked around at the unfamiliar environment, their eyes full of confusion and fear.

Just as the four Ninja Turtles tried to step forward to explain, the sight of four huge turtle heads surrounding them under the moonlight made the already uneasy college students even more panicked, and screams instantly resounded throughout the plains.

The Ninja Turtles were frightened by the sudden scream and looked at each other in confusion. They unconsciously took a few steps back, appearing a little at a loss.

"Heather."

Fortunately, Clare appeared in time. She gently comforted everyone. Relying on the friendship established in the hotel, Heather and others gradually calmed down.

However, when Clare finished telling their story, especially when she saw the overturned vehicle and the shocking wreckage not far away, fear came over her like a tide again. Screams rang out one after another, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety.

Rango silently observed this group of college students, especially the girl named Heather, whose appearance was somewhat similar to Anna in the Demigod Camp on the mysterious island.

But it is worth mentioning that this woman was dressed much more openly than Anna. The low-cut nightgown could not cover her plump upper body at all. Most of her balls were exposed, but she was completely unaware.

But before he could admire it for long, he heard roars and shouts from the woods again.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of Native Americans wearing colorful blankets and deerskin aprons, holding knives and sticks, and wearing bird feather crowns on their heads. They were like warriors from ancient legends, approaching them with roars.

Andrew, who had already killed all the wealthy people who came over, immediately opened his arms excitedly towards them and pushed his arms forward heavily!
The natives who were about to rush to them were knocked out by gravity and fell down in large numbers.

But before Andrew could be happy, an arrow streaked through the sky in the distance and headed straight for his head.

"Fake."

Andrew shouted nervously, but before he could make a move, Rango stood in front of him like a ghost and easily grasped the arrow in his palm.

In the [Sports Head] state, everything around him seemed to slow down countless times in his eyes, and catching an arrow with bare hands was just a piece of cake.

It’s a pity that the speed is not fast enough, otherwise I really want to try what it feels like to catch a bullet.

However, the anger of the natives was not extinguished. After witnessing the destruction of the Quetzalcoatl statue, they regarded Rango and others as their sworn enemies and rushed forward even more frantically.

Faced with this scene, Heather and the others didn't even have the confidence to escape. They closed their eyes tightly, as if waiting for death to come, and sobbed and huddled together.

In contrast, Rango and his crew seemed exceptionally calm. They had just joined forces to fight against the demon army from Hell not long ago, and now facing this group of Indian natives who were still armed with cold weapons, they didn't even feel the slightest bit nervous.

Rango felt it carefully and found that these guys were almost all ordinary people and could not provide him with any energy, so he had no intention of fighting with them.

He nodded to the Ninja Turtles, who roared, brandished their weapons, and charged into the enemy ranks.

Swords, sticks and clubs were waving in the crowd, and soon a gap was created. However, what surprised the Ninja Turtles was that although these natives were just ordinary people, they were quite strong. Each of them had a strange fighting skill. After a fierce fight, they could not gain much advantage even though they were outnumbered.

When these natives saw the death of their people, they did not retreat at all. Instead, they became more energized and rushed towards the Ninja Turtles even more desperately.

To those who live freely in the reservation, these outsiders are monsters and demons who need to be sacrificed as blood to Quetzalcoatl!

But the next second, their anger was extinguished.

To be precise, it was extinguished by a fountain of vomit.

After the vomiting man cleared his throat, a turbid unknown liquid gushed out like a torrent, instantly sweeping over the indigenous people in front of him.

The vomit that could corrode even demons, when it touched these guys, was like snow encountering flames. It quickly melted and turned into pools of blood. The scene was extremely horrifying.

The Big Eater also jumped up and crushed into the crowd like a Tiger heavy tank. With one punch, the natives fell down. Then he used the enemy's corpses as war hammers, sweeping across the crowd. Those seemingly sharp swords could only cause ripples on his indestructible skin without causing any harm.

Before Rango finished smoking a cigarette, the Indian warriors in front of him had changed from their previous bravery and fearlessness to being timid. Their eyes were full of fear of the unknown, as if they were staring at the devil from hell.

However, just when this delicate balance was about to be broken, an ancient and deep voice sounded from behind the natives. It was like a desolate and ancient horn, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in the warriors' hearts. They were once again driven by the primitive bloodthirsty impulse and charged forward desperately.

Just as this voice sounded, Rango, feeling an extraordinary power, instantly disappeared from the spot.

A streak of lightning passed through the crowd at an extremely fast speed, smashing more than a dozen people to pieces, and then came to the edge of the woods.

Here, there stands an old man dressed in ancient Indian costume, holding a cane, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he is communicating with some kind of power.

Faced with this scene, Rango did not hesitate at all. He kicked out with such powerful force that the old man flew several meters away. He hit the tree trunk heavily and then fell to the ground.

"Are you their priest?"

Rango walked up to him, took a few looks at him, and said casually, "He doesn't look that powerful."

The old priest got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, looked at the other party and said indifferently: "Outsider, you not only slaughtered our people wantonly, but also dared to smash the statue of Quetzalcoatl."

"Stupid."

Rango was too lazy to listen to this guy's nonsense and punched him in the head!
"If it weren't for you guys wanting a blood sacrifice, I'd still be sleeping in my bed at the motel!"

He punched and kicked the old man continuously, but the strange thing was that although the old man was being beaten, he didn't have any injuries on his body. In fact, the dark and gloomy aura on his body was rising rapidly!
"It's useless, you can't kill me."

The old man finally spoke, with a hint of pride in his voice, "Quetzalcoatl blessed me many years ago, and gave me a thousand-year-old heart. As long as I complete the blood sacrifice regularly, I can live forever in this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his hand and waved towards Rango, launching his first active counterattack!
In an instant, two giant pythons formed of mud flew into the air, wrapped around Rango, opened their bloody mouths, flashed fangs, and tried to bite his neck.

However, under the defense of this [dragon body], all attacks were like an ant trying to shake a tree. The fangs bit countless times, but even Rango's skin could not be penetrated. This scene made the old man stunned.

Hua Hua Hua.
Rango easily grabbed the entangled snake heads and tore them apart one by one, turning them into fine pieces of soil that scattered all over the ground.

He narrowed his eyes, rubbed his chin with his fingers, looked at the old priest, and asked curiously, "You just said that Quetzalcoatl gave you a thousand-year-old heart in order to make you sacrifice blood to him regularly?"

The priest immediately said with pride: "Yes, now I have already shed my mortal body and become immortal."

"Etc., etc"

Rango interrupted the guy and corrected him, "Even if there is such a thing, you can only live for a thousand years at most. I've already told you the name, a thousand years of perseverance. The immortality you mentioned absolutely does not exist. And..."

Before he finished his words, Rango's figure had turned into a blurry afterimage. When he reappeared, he was right in front of the priest, with his hand deeply inserted into his chest.

"you"

Tear--!
Under the old man's horrified gaze, Rango simply ripped out his heart!
"So it's not unfair that the Indians are in such a predicament now, with a stupid priest like you around. Instead of a heart, you should get a smart brain!"

Rango cursed speechlessly: "You said you'd never give up, so why don't I just take your heart out? What an idiot!"

Just as he was about to take this strange heart away for research, the still beating heart suddenly turned into hard, cold obsidian in his hands.

Dry and lifeless.

"tsk"

Rango chuckled, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Is this the unyielding spirit that your godly master has given you?"

"Shi Shi?! No! Impossible!" The old priest widened his eyes in disbelief, anger and despair intertwined on his face.

For the sake of blood sacrifice and eternal life, he even cooperated with wealthy people from the outside world to kill nearly a hundred tourists who came to the reservation every year. In the end, all he did was to get such a heart of stone?
"It's fake! This must be fake! You are lying to me!"

The priest held Rango's hand tightly, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and questioned frantically.

Seeing his crazy look, Rango shook his head and crushed the stone in his hand.

The priest's wailing also stopped abruptly, his body stiffened and fell down, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his soul turned into a ray of dark fluorescence and was about to dissipate.

However, before the fluorescent light could move away, Rango gently sucked it all into his palm.

He looked at the subtle progress on the system interface, then looked at the dead old priest, shook his head and sighed:

"Superstition kills people."

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