Casting spells

No need to ask, he must have some new inspiration and wants to practice it.

"Rescue?" The scalpel frowned subconsciously, apparently not understanding the specific meaning of the word.

"That's right! I can use some method to make him recover immediately and go into battle intact. But the price must be that you have to believe in me like a god." Zhang Cheng explained calmly.

"Oh—dammit! You're not mentally ill, or you believe in some kind of cult?" another guy couldn't help but interjected.

Obviously, these soldiers are not directly under the Pacific base, but a combat team temporarily formed in Iraq, so they don't know Zhang Cheng's true identity, but think that he, like himself, was hired by the organization to perform some special tasks.

"Shut up!" The scalpel scolded his companion, raised his head and stared at his two brown eyes, and said solemnly after a full minute: "If you can really make Old Gun stand up unscathed, I promise I will believe in you like a god."

"Very good! Don't blink, a miracle is about to happen."

The voice just fell!

Zhang Cheng's fingers suddenly released a golden light, staying above the blood-filled abdominal cavity.

In the blink of an eye, the newly sutured single hole healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only an ugly suture line embedded in the flesh.

When everyone present saw this scene, their pupils suddenly shrank, and the expressions on their faces were as if they had seen a ghost.

Gudong!

Accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva, the guy who said Zhang Cheng was insane cautiously probed: "You...how did you do it?"

"Sorry, this is a secret, and you are not qualified to know it." Zhang Cheng glanced at the other party meaningfully, and then said to the scalpel: "How about it, can you start to fulfill your promise?"

"call……"

The scalpel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

moment!

A line that cannot be detected by the naked eye closely connects his spiritual world with Zhang Cheng, and at the same time continuously provides a kind of mixed energy, called the energy of faith.

Through this subtle line, Zhang Cheng can easily enter the other party's mind, pass some information to him, and at the same time understand the content of the brain's thinking and emotions at this moment.

With the connection of faith, the divinity in his body, which had been sleeping most of the time, seemed to be activated suddenly, continuously transforming the power of faith into divine power.

But none of the above is the most important thing. The most important thing is that this man code-named Scalpel did not regard him as a truly unique patron saint in essence, but only as a kind of spiritual sustenance, a kind of supernatural power itself. Worship.

After passing this test, Zhang Cheng finally understood that the so-called faith does not require a very pious and dedicated attitude as he imagined before.

On the contrary, this is just a means used by gods to deceive mortals. As long as the two maintain a spiritual connection, the emotional fluctuations produced by mortals in daily life will generate magical energy through the soul, which will be continuously supplied to gods. .

This can also explain very well that in the early history of this magical earth, neither the ancient Greek gods nor the Norse gods cared whether mortals served themselves piously, but allowed them to respond to them when needed. god praying.

In addition, the energy of these beliefs is actually not a good thing to absorb too much.

Because it comes from the complex thinking and emotions of ordinary people, in the process of absorption and transformation, it is inevitable to listen or feel, and sooner or later it will be affected, and even some extremely crazy things will be done.

Looking through the myths and stories from all over the world, it is not difficult to find all kinds of absurd actions made by the gods...

Chapter 838 Incompetent Fury

Just when Zhang Cheng discovered the mystery behind his belief through a small experiment, Yelena, who walked along the narrow alley for six to seven minutes, finally caught up with the enemy who shot a deadly armor-piercing bullet at her.

Squinting her eyes and staring at the American desert camouflage worn by the sniper, she immediately frowned and asked, "Who are you? The Iraqi troops? Or the CIA?"

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

The other party obviously didn't want to answer this question, so he raised the pistol and shot all the bullets in the magazine in one go.

But unfortunately, all the bullets encountered the obstruction of the mysterious force field within less than half a meter from the body, and finally hovered in midair, neither being bounced off nor falling to the ground.

In such a strange scene, not only the sniper who shot was sweating profusely, but also the face of another guy dressed as an ordinary person who followed him couldn't help showing shock and fear.

There is no way not to be afraid!

In the face of unknown forces, especially supernatural forces, even professionals who have received special training cannot fully control their emotions.

After all, for a long time, it was common knowledge that guns and bullets could kill all life on Earth.

If one bullet can't kill, then shoot another shuttle; if the power is too small, then replace it with a larger caliber bullet.

But now, a little girl who looked 12.7 or [-] years old actually stood in front of her, first blocked a [-] mm caliber armor-piercing bullet, and then let eleven pistol bullets hover in midair.

Especially the latter, who obviously knew some inside information, was trembling all over his body, and kept scanning the sky from the corner of his eyes, as if pinning all his hopes on the coming support.

"Aha! Looks like he's the mastermind, and you're just a clueless idiot. Farewell, GI."

With the last word blurted out, Yelena suddenly pulled out the pistol she was carrying and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

After a gunshot, the poor white sniper fell to the ground, with a hole in his forehead, and brains mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

"It's so pitiful, isn't it? A guy who doesn't know anything is not qualified to survive in our world." Yelena said coldly.

When she turned the gun and was about to threaten the remaining guy to see if she could get some useful information, there was a sudden sound of propellers spinning at a high speed in the distance.

next second...

Da da da da da!

The six-tube Vulcan cannon rotating at high speed covered an area less than 15 meters between the two at a rate of thousands of rounds per minute.

"Fack! Why did you come here?" The guy dressed as a civilian turned around and ran wildly, cursing loudly.

Above his head, a Longbow Apache helicopter gunship had just arrived and was frantically strafing Yelena, trying to eliminate this extremely dangerous target.

Through the spy satellite, they had already seen the unimaginable scene just now, so they knew very well how dangerous the enemy was, and they couldn't even use common sense to speculate.

But before the pilot had time to adjust the position to launch the air-to-ground missile, the soldier sitting in the co-pilot seat suddenly rolled his eyes, followed by a lightning speed, grabbed the joystick, and slammed forward. push.

boom!

The armed helicopter, which was not flying high enough, directly collided with a nearby house and turned into a huge dazzling fireball. Parts including the propeller flew around, injuring many civilians living nearby. .

"Shet! Headquarters! Call the headquarters! The bird has crashed! I need support! More support!" The unlucky guy who was affected by the explosion struggled to get up and roared wildly into the microphone.

Even if he didn't have to look, he knew that the helicopter crash must be related to the other party's weird ability.

Unfortunately, before the other side of the microphone gave a reply, Yelena sneered through the thick smoke and said, "Sorry, you have no chance to wait until the next wave of support arrives, little mouse from the CIA."

As an intelligence officer who has received the most professional training, if she can no longer recognize the identity of the other party at this time, she can directly retire and go home for the elderly.

"I warn you! Don't mess around! Otherwise, the United States of America will not let you go! No matter who you are or why you work for the organization, we will eventually catch you." The middle-aged man tried to make a final struggle with a stern voice.