No one wants to bet on whether the big guys dare to issue orders to launch nuclear bombs.

After all, those guys have no conscience at all.

"What sound?"

Mr. Smith has been praying hard, hoping that the merciful God will show His supreme power, and send the heretic gods called behind him into hell and save himself from the current predicament.

Immediately afterwards, he heard some strange sounds vaguely, low but extremely penetrating. The rumbling thunder roar, the dense and rapid sound of heavy rain, and the ups and downs of the sea... could not be completely covered up.

Could it be that the kind God heard his pious prayer and really began to exert his power?

He thought so in a little confused, but he didn't really think so in his heart, because that sound was completely inseparable from God, and it was more like a very annoying species.

"Buzzing--"

"Buzzing--"

Uninvited guest flies in summer, winged mosquitoes, and even hardworking gardeners and bees make similar buzzing sounds.

It is getting bigger, denser, and more rapid.

Slowly, not only did Mr. Smith, who had a sharp ear, but was good at guessing the superior intentions, but everyone else was not deaf, and they all heard it.

Not even just hearing.

"Oh my God, this is crazy, I must be dreaming..."

Outside the cabin, there are storms with storms of storms, thunder and lightning, but the sky is not particularly dark, and you can't see your five fingers, because the shining light always frequently illuminates the entire world.

But it was precisely this that they saw the terrible nightmare-

The dark torrents that surged from the distant sky could not be blown away, and the thunder and lightning were always consciously avoiding them. Countless locusts gathered together, traveling through the storm, and pounced straight towards this side.

They are not the common cyan or yellow-brown, but the extremely ominous dark gray, as if they symbolize death. At this time, they are pitch black and difficult to distinguish.

Moreover, each of these locusts is afraid that they are the size of a fist. Countless locusts gather together and naturally become surging torrents, enough to cover the sky and the sun.

The Canaanite god Mekal is also the god of life who is in charge of harvest and waste, so... the locust is His servant.

But Americans don't know about this kind of thing.

They couldn't even figure out what kind of divinity they summoned!

"Damn it! How come there are so many bugs...where do they come from? This kind of weather... This kind of weather... It's too unscientific!"

Someone opened his mouth wide and murmured to himself.

"Avoid them quickly! Oh! Shit, they are here!" Some people didn't have time to sigh, their pupils contracted and their expressions were nervous, and they desperately urged the driver in front to dodge.

But the reality is so cruel that it is desperate. Just being able to steadily take off in the storm and steadily move forward is a reflection of the driver's end of his breastfeeding and the techniques he has learned throughout his life.

In this case, it is almost a desperate thing to quickly change direction and height and avoid the oncoming torrent of black clouds.

The two crew members were so nervous that they could not speak at all, and were just trying to operate the helicopter desperately, but they did not get any significant results except to make the helicopter's shaking amplitude more drastically.

Oh, and there are dazzling warning lights and harsh warning sounds.

"Oh no!!"

"The Virgin Mary is above!"

Their faces were pale, their pupils contracted to their limits, they felt cold all over their bodies and stiff hands and feet, and their brains seemed to be shut down, blank and unable to think.

It's too late!

They rushed over!

"Buzzing--"

"Buzzing--"

The loud noise had completely covered the sound of rain. At this last moment, Mr. Smith's face showed a hideous and crazy look. The kind God did not hear his prayers, or it should be said that there was a place where His power could not reach.

At least here, the power of heretic gods is far beyond God's power.

He was unwilling to give in. As the dark torrent of locusts was about to come, his reaction was unprecedentedly quick! Maybe it was the effect of adrenaline, or the complete burst of potential.

Anyway, compared to the previous performance of not being able to buckle the seat belt due to the shaking of the helicopter, but now in the cabin where the bumps are several times stronger than before, it took him less than a second to break free.

Before the others could react at the critical moment of life and death, they saw a black shadow pounce on the cabin door at an unprecedented speed.

Almost the next moment.

Amid the tragic screams and curses, a fireball suddenly burst out from the air, but the loud explosion was just overwhelmed by a roar of thunder.

Immediately afterwards, even the fire was quickly annihilated. In the pouring rain, many charred corpses of locusts and fine powder fell down, but they all dissipated when the wind blew in the air.

The torrent of locusts wiped out an advanced US helicopter, but it was like a small stone thrown into a big river, splashing insignificant splashes.

A larger torrent followed closely and continued to rush towards the island on the distant sea.

thump!

The huge impact force made Smith faint almost faint on the spot. Fortunately, his will to survive was too strong, which made him struggle desperately as he instinctively, flapping his limbs against the surrounding sea water.

After finally floating on the water, he had only had time to breathe, and then a wave peak hit him hard, slapped him hard, almost knocking him out on the spot, and also made him choke several times in a row.

After repeating this several times, he barely grasped the situation.

It was extremely bad! But my judgment was correct. Jumping into the water at such a height was not enough to fall to death on the spot... and as long as I didn't die on the spot, there was still a chance!

After looking at the black torrent whizzing through the sky, even the shadow of the helicopter was no longer found. Smith was grateful from the bottom of his heart for his decisive wit.

At this moment, some kind of light was emerging, shining through the sky, driving out the darkness, and turning the night into day... The strong light shone from behind him, and he immediately determined that it was the direction where the island was.

Visible light!

Sunlight!

It was like the feeling of a sun rising from the dark seabed, which instantly made Smith feel like he fell into an ice cellar. Is this really successful?!

Wait, wait! In this case, how far is it to the nuclear bomb launch? It is impossible to say that the launch silos have been opened now, right?!

...

...

"Do you use locusts as a devil?"

Observing the overwhelming army of locusts from a distance, Mo Chen could see at a glance that this was not a celestial species of nature, but a demon summoned by divine power, just like the wolves of Marquis Vauban.

As long as its master can provide unlimited energy, there will be no upper limit for the number of demons.

In terms of individual quality, locusts are naturally far from each other than demon wolves, but they are better in terms of quantity... Just looking at the past now, the number of locusts is probably not in tens of millions.

Mo Chen has no power in this regard for the time being, only means to achieve his goals indirectly.

However, he is also making up for his shortcomings in this regard and has found the best choice - of course not Gu Long. If he could summon him at will, he would probably not be invincible in all worlds. To be precise, he is the Chaos Demon.

The demon has basically disappeared in the world of the black souls. In order to continue the first fire, the witch of Izaris tried to create the first fire and played it out. The demon clan was born in the chaotic flames.

However, the Chaos Hotbed has disappeared, the source of the Demon Clan was cut off, Gwen's Black Knights Legion fought with the Demon, and the Demon Clan was severely injured several times in succession, and finally survived.

Among the demonic ruins in the Smoky Lake, the old demon king is already the last demon in that world who has witnessed the birth of chaos.

But this became a point that Mo Chen could easily use, because the demons were born from the flames of the spell, and they were born from the same chaos, and many things were shared together.

For example, the glory of the prince, the passing flame.

As long as there is a demon in the world, it can reveal these remaining things... and these characteristics make their race replicable and master, just like summoning creatures.

In fact, if he just wanted to give birth to the Chaos Demon race, Mo Chen would have done it long ago, and he just needed to repeat the experimental accident of Izaris's witch.

But he was trying to transform the Chaos Flame into a Chaos Bed first, and not in the form of a spell, but trying to condense the authority belonging to the gods from it.

Because he did not really want to create a race that exists in nature, but wanted to grasp the source and use the entire race of Chaos Demon as a demon.

When needed, it can be projected through the source, and when it is not needed, it will directly dissipate.

Compared to demon wolves or locusts, this will be a servant who takes into account both quantity and quality.

"Do you still have to fight?"

Mo Chen waited quietly for a moment, and then found that Veresrana, who volunteered to negotiate, did not come back. Instead, there was a fluctuation of divine power collision on the island.

He suddenly felt that he had been cheated.

He exhaled gently, and Mo Chen raised his hand and snapped his fingers suddenly, then half of the life in the world... Oh, no, it was the thick clouds in the sky that were suddenly cut straight from the middle.

The vast moon appeared in the sky, and the silver-white moonlight fell down, frozen on the storm-torn sea surface.

The sunlight that kept radiating from the huge cracks on the ground on the island seemed to tremble for a moment, and then there was a clear stalemate and confrontation, as if a sun that was about to jump out of the ground was under tremendous pressure.

The pressure comes from the bright moon that Mo Chen has shown, because it is not only the authority of the night and the moon, but also the authority of light and time... It can be said that the divine power represented by this bright moon has become one of his strongest powers.

And at this time, it was night.

Therefore, even the ancient sun in Canaan mythology will be suppressed without any doubt.

The sunlight quickly disappeared under the direct moonlight, but the island vibrated even more violently, and the surrounding sea became even more angry and violent.

It seemed that a giant god was roaring angrily under the ground, moving to break through the crust with his hands.

Mo Chen narrowed his eyes and considered whether he would go to persuade him to fight or fight two people together. In fact, he thought Mekal was a very difficult enemy because the authority held by both sides was too similar to the domain.
To be continued...