Douluo's war angel

The person in charge stopped when he reached the entrance of the cave and nodded to Lin Mo to go in by himself.

Lin Mo slowly exhaled a breath and stepped into this cold and dark cave.

The cave was very large, and the echo caused by Lin Mo's footsteps was vast and distant, giving people an illusion of tranquility, but the next moment, this feeling was broken.

In the darkness not far in front of Lin Mo, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly lit up. At the same time, a cold pressure suddenly enveloped his whole body, and countless shrill ghosts screamed from every corner of the cave. Emerging, the terrifying and ferocious faces of those ghosts seemed to tear his soul apart.

Lin Mo has been on high alert since entering the cave. Because of the influence of those broken memories, his character has become cold, cunning, and suspicious. He will not trust anyone except that girl, so even if he has just completed the mission successfully , he still didn’t trust the person in charge who looked satisfied with him

The moment the blood-red eyes appeared, Lin Mo retreated backwards like a conditioned reflex. Two shining white soul rings appeared beside him. At the same time, he pulled out an iron fist from under his dark cloak. gray firearms,

When Lin Mo flew upside down in the air, the muzzle of the HK MP7 submachine gun in his hand erupted with dazzling flames. In an instant, a 40-round standard magazine was empty, but this was far from the end. The next moment Lin Mo Gray light flashed in Mo's hand, and two Desert Eagles replaced the MP7 submachine guns and continued to pour firepower. Each bullet accurately passed through the eyebrows of a rushing ghost. At the same time, two fragmentation grenades and a detonating bomb rim He landed on the ground and slid towards the direction of those blood-red eyes.

All this happened in a flash of lightning. It wasn't until the Desert Eagle's bullets were empty that Lin Mo fell to the ground not far behind him. He rolled neatly and hid behind a protruding rock, holding a sniper rifle. He knelt down on one knee and stared through the scope at the place where the grenade exploded into rubble.

Lin Mo's ability to complete such a large number of operations in such a short period of time was not only due to his proficiency in the use of military weapons brought about by his broken memories, it was also inextricably linked to his soul skills.

Lin Mo's martial spirit is called War Fanatic. His first soul skill is special concealment, which can suppress his heartbeat, breathing and soul power fluctuations to an extremely low level. During the concealment period, unless the enemy's soul power is three levels higher than his. Above, otherwise it would be impossible to detect him by the fluctuation of soul power, and even under naked eye observation, Lin Mo's sense of presence would be greatly reduced.

In addition, when in the hidden state, Lin Mo's mental power will be greatly improved. At the same time, he will gain the ability to use mental power to detect a range within a diameter of 200 meters and the ability to communicate mentally with a unit. This ability was used in the mission just now. Used extensively.

The second soul skill, Armed Frenzy, is exactly the opposite of the first soul skill. The second soul skill relies on burning soul power to increase various physical abilities and overload all military weapons. The passive ability of this soul skill is to follow Lin Mo’s soul. With the increase in power, military weapons will come with the same level of soul power, so Lin Mo can burst out such terrifying firepower in a short period of time, which can be said to be a rain of bullets.

"It would be great if we could get a heavy machine gun. That would be the real land washing." Lin Mo couldn't help but think to himself as he stared in that direction.

But what I didn't expect was that there was applause in the flying dust. As the pressure increased step by step, a black-robed figure slowly walked out. Every time he took a step, a soul ring rose from under his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

"Title Douluo" Lin Mo had a look of shock in his eyes as he leaned against the scope. No wonder his attack had no effect at all.

"Boy, you are very good." A cold voice sounded from under his loose black robe:

"Even among the children trained by Wuhun Hall, there are only a handful of people who can match your reaction speed and attack intensity."

"You are." Even after hearing the other party's words of praise, Lin Mo remained unmoved. There were too many liars on the battlefield. If he let down his guard like this, he would really deserve to die early.

He tightened his finger on the trigger and stared at the visitor cautiously. Although he also knew that the other party could turn him into ashes with a casual blow, Lin Mo always had a belief engraved in his heart, and he would fight to the death.

"You are really only 12 years old." There was a hint of joking in the man's tone: "You are as cautious as an old fox at such a young age, not bad."

He didn't care at all about Lin Mo's rudeness, and even appreciated it very much, and then he said in a deep voice.

"I am the Douluo Palace Titled Douluo, Titled, Ghost"

When the ban rang, Lin Mo felt like he was trapped in a hell. Countless ghosts were crying and wanting to drag him into the cold River Styx. As if he was bewitched by something, Lin Mo put down the sniper rifle in his hand and unconsciously He walked up to Ghost Douluo.

"Are you willing to join the Dark Judgment Office of Wuhun Palace?" Ghost Douluo asked leisurely.

Lin Mo came back to his senses at this time, and was shocked that Titled Douluo's terrifying method could silently hypnotize himself when he was in a state of high alert.

However, he did not show any panic at all and asked calmly:

"Why should I join the Dark Judgment?"

"That is the core place of Wuhun Palace. It is responsible for purging all people, forces and even countries who are enemies of Wuhun Palace."

Ghost Douluo's voice was distant, but it was also filled with blood and cruelty that couldn't be washed away:

"As long as you can survive one mission after another, your strength and status in Wuhun Palace will rise very quickly, faster than you can imagine. In addition to me, there are five titled Douluo in Douluo Palace. From the Dark Judgment"

"Strength, status" Lin Mo murmured to himself. At this moment, the smile of the blond girl and everything in the Wuhun Palace appeared in his mind.

"I am willing to join," Lin Mo said quietly without much hesitation.

"Very good, someone will guide you there soon, go out." Looking at Lin Mo's firm eyes, Ghost Douluo nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and a dark light took Lin Mo out of the cave.

After Lin Mo disappeared, Ghost Douluo murmured to himself:

"Although this kid is good, and although his soul ring is a bit lacking, his fighting ability is really good. However, is it too early to join the Dark Tribunal now?"

"What exactly does the great worshiper want to do?"

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Early the next morning, Lin Mo quietly looked at a letter on the table. The envelope was black, with blood-red words on it: "Dark Judgment Office."

Opening the envelope, Lin Mo looked at the rules and regulations carefully, with a firm look in his eyes:

"Xue'er, wait for me. Soon, I will stand on the top of this continent. At that time, no one can hurt you."