159: Come at me! Japs! Grandpa, I'm not afraid of you!

This series of attacks actually alarmed the surrounding people.

A team of elite Chuangsheng Country soldiers, wearing gas masks and white wings, rushed out from the surrounding defensive buildings.

"Who are you! How dare you destroy the black death core!"

"Don't you want to live?"

The team leader roared.

His voice was muffled, but his extreme rage was discernible.

"I didn't expect there to be dedicated guards here. Attack."

Lin Mo scanned the group of Founding Saint Army soldiers and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Before he finished speaking, Maria and several other Fallen Angels had already launched a surprise attack from both sides.

"You're actually unharmed!"

Several of the soldiers who were ambushed were filled with terror beneath their masks.

An angel immune to the black death had actually appeared.

How was that possible?

All the angels in this city had been corrupted into Fallen Angels.

Their attributes doubled, and they were extremely contagious.

One touch meant death.

Before he could fully comprehend all of this, the mask on his face was already torn off.

"Oh no! I'm going to die!"

As he screamed, he attracted some zombie-like Fallen Angels hidden in various corners.

Lin Mo's eyebrows shot up. If this continued, wouldn't this Holy Nation infantry make him too happy?

So he commanded Amaterasu Hime, whose blade fell.

—35.45 trillion, decapitation!

He immediately severed his head.

Afterward, Lin Mo moved and pulled Maria and the others back.

"You don't need to act here; it will give them an advantage."

Maria: ?????????

"I mean, I'm worried about you."

As soon as he said this, Maria and the others' eyes welled up, and their black wings trembled slightly.

"Lord Lin Mo truly doesn't disdain us, these contaminated angels... We understand," Maria bit her lip lightly, leading her sisters to retreat behind Lin Mo. "We won't act on our own again."

Seraphina secretly wiped the corner of her eye. This was the first time they had felt the warmth of being cherished since being infected with the virus.

"[Congratulations! You have successfully killed a 'Biochemical Founding Saint Army'. You gained 24.5 billion experience points.]"

"[Congratulations! You have successfully killed a 'Biochemical Founding Saint Army'. You gained 32.5 billion experience points.]"

..."[Congratulations! You have successfully killed a 'Biochemical Founding Saint Army'. You gained 24.5 billion experience points.]"

Team battles were simple and exhilarating.

The enemy kept sending reinforcements.

On this side, various area-of-effect spells were cast.

Nie Xiaoqian waved her wide sleeve, and Luoshui transformed into a monstrous wave, sweeping dozens of Founding Saint Army soldiers into the air.

"Weak Water Bind!" The clear water instantly froze into ice, turning the enemies into ice sculptures.

Dilireba formed hand seals, and the sky-filled yellow sand transformed into a sharp, gritty sandstorm.

"Sand Burial Waterfall!" The sharp sand and stones pierced through the ice, encasing the enemies in mud statues.

"Crash!"

The mud statues crashed heavily to the ground, shattering into dust.

Dong Xiaowan covered her mouth and chuckled, hundreds of paper figures flying out of her sleeve.

"Go~" The paper figures, holding sharp blades, precisely stabbed into every gap in the mud blocks for a finishing blow.

Blood seeped out, staining the yellow sand dark red.

Soon, the elite troops defending the black death core collapsed.

Nearly ten thousand people had already been filled in.

No matter how many people charged at once, they were all wiped out before they even got close to the opponents.

The screams grew louder and louder.

Eventually, the commanding enemy abandoned some of his comrades and fellow soldiers.

A dozen sacrificial pawns attracted countless Fallen Angels, who surged towards Lin Mo and his group.

They foolishly attempted to overwhelm Lin Mo and his group with these virus-infected Fallen Angels.

Even if they couldn't kill them, they could at least escape in the chaos.

"Die, you bastards! Fall into the evil karma of the Fallen Angels!"

Seeing so many Fallen Angels surging over, Lin Mo quickly ordered his Ghost Servants to stop attacking.

He said to Maria, "You follow my Ghost Servants first; I'll draw the fire of these Fallen Angels."

"But that's too dangerous... I'm worried..."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Obey my command."

The single sentence was like an electric shock, instantly piercing Maria's heart.

She thought to herself, "Lin Mo has commanded me, so he must not be treating me as an outsider..."

Ignoring Maria, Lin Mo took off his shirt, revealing a muscular physique... His bare upper body gleamed in the sunlight, and he deliberately slapped his chest, making a loud sound:

"Come on! You little devils! Come at your grandpa!"

This highly insulting action and words instantly ignited the hatred of all the Fallen Angels.

They let out ear-splitting shrieks, their dark wings flapping wildly, surging towards Lin Mo like a tide.

"Now!" Lin Mo turned and back-flipped into a dark alley, his figure disappearing around the corner in a flash.

Maoshan spells were continuously cast here... Thousands of Fallen Angels followed closely... The battlefield was instantly cleared, with only a few scattered black feathers left on the street.

Maria's black wings drooped powerlessly, her nails digging deep into her palms:

"Lord Lin Mo... How could you..." Her voice choked in her throat, and Lin Mo's bare-chested retreating figure appeared before her eyes—so resolute, so lonely.

Seraphina fell to her knees, pale golden tears rolling down: "No... Don't do this..." Her trembling hand reached out to the empty alleyway, as if trying to grasp something... Ethel suddenly erupted and was about to rush into the alleyway: "I'll save him!"

But Amaterasu Hime's demonic blade blocked her way.

"Idiot!"

She cried out heartbrokenly, "Why bear it alone! We, these contaminated angels... are not worth you doing this..."

From the distant alley, a chorus of shrieks rose and fell, each sound like a knife scraping at their hearts.

Seraphina suddenly clutched her lower abdomen and squatted down—the warmth left by Lin Mo's healing still lingered there, but now it hurt as if it had been hollowed out.

Because Lin Mo had drawn all the fire, the remaining Holy Nation soldiers were quickly and easily cut down... Meanwhile, the black death core began to exude a white liquid... Gradually, this liquid coalesced into a humanoid shape.

The external flesh of the black death, like shifting quicksand, covered and enveloped this white liquid, forming a black monster with no facial features, resembling a wrinkled doll... "Ugh... What the hell is this!" Maria's face was pale as she looked at the wriggling humanoid liquid. "It's ten times more disgusting than rotting flesh!"

Seraphina covered her mouth and gagged: "Oh my god... It's absorbing the blood and flesh of the dead soldiers... It's so sacrilegious..."

Ethel directly threw up: "This... This is dirtier than the lowest demons! The Founding Saint Army actually created such a monster!"

Unexpectedly, this monster with no facial features actually spoke... "Plague... Decay... Domination... Fear... You will all die!"