In fact, before Zhao Hao said this, the prophet had a terrible hunch. This hunch, like a needle, pierced his heart inch by inch, making him miserable, just as a prophet. First of all, he was a person, and human emotions made the prophet unconsciously avoid this unlucky premonition.
But now, Zhao Hao undoubtedly completely broke the only glimmer of hope in the Prophet’s heart. He saw the corners of the Prophet’s beating eyes twitching suddenly, and even he himself had to face the inner hunch:
A picture appeared in the prophet’s mind for an instant. In this picture, an old man with a shiny bald head described as haggard, as if he had been drained of blood. Every inch of his skin was almost tightly wrapped in thin bones. It was unsightly, and this person was the bewitching of one of the three elders of the Mayan organization.
And all of this, it also means that the monster in front of him not only combines Roman and Rael, but also almost integrates the bewitching into one. He has Rael's consciousness, Roman's body, and the ability to bewitched. This is just one A monster through and through.
Zhao Hao admired the monster that can be called a work of art in front of him, his eyes full of pride and pride, as if this is his most perfect work in the world, and he couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh like a monster:
"Squeak, old ghost, hey, look, look, this is art, this is science, this is what makes me different from you who are capable of doing evil by virtue of God’s gift, look, In the face of science and art, your so-called special abilities are nothing more than the inferiority left behind when God created you."
"························································································································ To create monsters, whether it is transforming the werewolf or the Rael in front of him, he almost completely broke the normal laws of mankind.
"Tell you!"
Zhao Hao suddenly stretched out his index finger and pointed at the prophet like a sharp sword, and continued: "I, Zhao Hao, not only want to be the ruler of this world, but also the creator of this world!"
At some point, there was an extra scroll in his left hand, the bronze bearing, glowing dark red, like a blood-stained skeleton, he stretched out his hand and shook it slightly in front of the prophet:
"Now, everything I want is in it, including those eyes, including the twelve bronze men who carry the souls of the first emperor and emperor, will accomplish my Zhao Hao's grand plan for hegemony!"
Listening to Zhao Hao’s unbridled remarks, the Prophet tried his best to make himself disdain, but his heart still rang like a drum, and the beating corners of his eyes revealed the timidity and fear in his heart. It is a prophet. His ability is to judge and predict everything that will happen in the future through all the present forms.
Obviously, the current form, as well as everything in Zhao Hao's hands, made the prophet feel unprecedented powerless and helpless, but it was also because of the power of the prophet that made the prophet fearful, but for the cheetah, the old monster in front of him was just A monster with a big tone, so Cheetah unceremoniously yelled at his former leader:
"I'm grass, I've seen a big talker flashing his tongue, I've never seen a big talker flashing his waist, I said the leader, you are a vampire in the end, you are immortal and ruling the world. Damn, didn't that day If you suck blood, you will die, I said, have you watched too many science fiction films?"
"Jiang Yaoguo!"
Zhao Hao finally yelled at the cheetah's name in anger and almost roared at him. You know, when a person is immersed in the beautiful world of his fantasy, the most annoying thing is to be broken or brought back to reality.
The cheetah is just a soldier, a soldier. In his eyes, the victory or defeat of the war is only a moment, and there has never been a determined battle situation. All victory and defeat depend on themselves, relying on their own guns, those so-called The prophet, the so-called fate, the so-called secret, the so-called prophecy, in the eyes of the cheetah, never really cared.
He believed in fate. This is why he accepted the arrangement of the prophet and went to undercover by Zhao Hao. However, he never believed in fate, let alone admit his fate, because he was a natural soldier, a natural soldier, and a soldier had never died in battle. , Did not wait to die, even if the prophet had predicted the ending, he Jiang Yaoguo would still fight hard, because this was his mission as a soldier and as a soldier.
Life goes on, fights endlessly!
"Am I calling you the leader? Or the old monster?"
Cheetah sarcastically said to Zhao Hao without hesitation. Obviously, at this moment, he completely exposed himself. Since the moment he shot the wolf king to the head, the leader had already guessed his identity, so , The cheetah does not matter whether it continues to hide.
"you···············"
Zhao Hao gave Cheetah a furious look, but then, his savage face, like an angry beast, suddenly relaxed, as if he could see through the cheetah's pretentious appearance. He only heard him say with a sharp voice unique to the eunuch:
"Cheetah, don’t forget, your son will be the emperor’s soul container of the first emperor at any time now. What qualifications do you have to clamor here now? Don’t tell me, you haven’t remembered who you are, and you haven’t remembered your past. everything of!"
Zhao Hao said, Rael on the side, his eyes covered with translucent black mist, flashed two red lights like poisonous fire, and these two lights seemed to be the two fangs of a poisonous snake. The cheetah's attention was unconsciously attracted by these two red lights.
"Boom..."
The cheetah’s mind instantly blasted like a bomb, which made his head feel painful as if it had been split in half with a knife. The scenes of different scenes, like movies, swiftly moved around in the cheetah’s mind. Screening:
The smile of the woman, the cry of the child, the look of the old man’s expectation, the look of trust from the head, the look of the team’s admiration... These pictures are like an overloaded ability, in the cheetah His limited mind quickly expanded, and he felt that his head was like an explosive bag that was ignited by the fuse, which could explode at any time.
"what···················"
Finally, the cheetah couldn't help his hands stuck his head tightly, and screamed desperately. The pain caused him to kneel to the ground unconsciously, and his eyes were filled with blood because of the pain, as if two stars could take the lead at any time. Explosive blood cells.
"Cheetah, calm down, it's an illusion, it's an illusion!"
The Prophet knew that at this moment, Rael used the abilities he had gained from the bewitching body to completely open the prison that was previously set on the cheetah. It was like a reservoir full of water, suddenly unloading the gate in an instant, and the fierce flood impacted. The strength of the water may completely destroy the water-storing dam at any time.
"Prophet!" Just here, Zhao Hao, who was standing at the entrance, said to the Prophet with a disdainful expression:
"You know very well that this is not an illusion, but a deep memory sealed by bewitched. This is deep in his bones, deep in his mind, and you can't stop it!"
Zhao Hao’s triumphant expression on his face, he enjoyed the pleasure brought by the painful roar of the cheetah, the pleasure brought to him by the prophet’s helplessness, and the pride brought by the upcoming success!
"Ahao!"
Finally, Cheetah suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of sadness and despair, and in his eyes, two lines of blood and tears were left behind. This is his regret as a father, and this is his helplessness as a husband. It is even more unfilial as a son. The cheetah at this moment has already remembered all his past.
"not good!"
At that moment, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in the prophet’s heart. He suddenly raised his head to look at Jiang Minghao floating in the sky. Jiang Minghao was like a phoenix in the flames, undergoing the baptism of flames, waiting Focusing on rebirth, but above Jiang Minghao's head, the eyes of the twelve bronze men suddenly became piercing, as if they were alive. They were sinking continuously, and they were constantly approaching Jiang Minghao.
Just listen to the anxious shout of the Prophet:
"It seems that the legend that the soul of the emperor is placed in the twelve bronze men is true. The first emperor intends to use Jiang Minghao's body as a container to wake up again and stop him!"
When the prophet’s voice just fell, the cheetah’s originally painful expression instantly became firm, as if it were an instant petrified fossil. The murderous aura on his body was released in an instant, and the invisible coercion was agitated above his head. The sea of flames was turbulent instantly.
Even the bronze man who was constantly approaching Jiang Minghao seemed to feel a terrible threat. He accelerated in an instant and quickly approached Jiang Minghao, as if he couldn't wait to occupy this body.
"Son, don't be afraid! Dad is here!"
This sentence was on the day Jiang Minghao was born. The cheetah held the newborn Jiang Minghao in his hand and watched Jiang Minghao crying. What he said to him is precisely because of this sentence. The uncivilized baby suddenly burst into laughter from the moment of howling and crying, so this sentence was also deeply remembered by the cheetah.
"Woohoo..."
It's the cheetah's body that bends abruptly, the sound produced when the body rubs against the surrounding air in an instant. The curved body is like a strong bow that stretches to the extreme. The momentum brought by the power of his body at the moment of sinking, directly Crack the stone slab on the sole of his foot!