Lingzhang

Chapter 290 Establishing the Holy Saint
"Good stuff? What good stuff?"

Gu Siming asked subconsciously.

Hearing this, Ding Hainian simply gave a cold and arrogant smile.

"Second Brother Gu, stop asking. If you tell me, it won't be a surprise anymore!"

As the words fell.

The breathing light on the armor bracelet suddenly flashed more rapidly.

At the same time, the voice of Ding Hai Nian suddenly became blurred and distorted.

"Okay, let's just use this temporary communication channel. If it takes any longer, I'm afraid the City Defense Department will track us down."

When the voice fell.

It was as if an electric current passed through it, and suddenly a teeth-grinding sound was emitted from the armor bracelet.

When Gu Siming looked again the next moment, the breathing light on the armor bracelet suddenly dimmed, and the entire armor bracelet was constantly deforming and expanding.

It was as if the particle-based armor was about to spread out, but it had lost its original extension rules.

Finally, black smoke spread out.

It seems that the entire armor bracelet was remotely controlled by Ding Hai Nian and destroyed itself.

So, Gu Siming lowered his head to look at the soldiers of the Wasteland Garrison who were also seriously injured and barely breathing.

"Send him off and throw his body in the mud. Don't bury it too deep. We have already taken his life. Don't let his body be unable to return to his hometown."

After he finished speaking, Gu Siming seemed to be touched by what he had said.

He turned around and leaned quietly on the passenger seat.

Hometown... These lonely ghosts who do not belong to this era, where is the hometown they can return to...

Qizhou? No, after being alive for so long, this land already felt strange to him.

What about the former Beiting Protectorate?

Beiting?

Well, Beiting...

Gu Siming's thoughts were a little vague. He seemed to recall the past when he was on the edge of a knife, dancing quietly in the shadows, taking risks with every step.

Memories of the dead come flooding back at this moment.

Instead, it allowed Gu Siming to find his own unique comfort amidst the turmoil of emotions.

He was no longer melancholy, and even felt a little excited.

Past experiences continue to give him tremendous mental strength.

He even turned to look at the thick glass window beside him, at the endless dark night rain outside, and at the distant direction of the provincial capital.

What kind of surprise could be worth making the usually arrogant and violent Ding Hainian so cautious that he was even afraid of leaving keywords in the military's encrypted channels?
Just thinking about it.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Far away, in the endless darkness brought by the deep night rain.

Suddenly, a car light came on, like a blade of light tearing through the night sky.

Then, one after another, another...

The continuous car lights seemed to tear the distant sky behind the rain curtain apart!
This is... How many tanks are there?

How many people were taken away from the Ding family in the year of Ding Hai?

Over the years, the Ding family has controlled the Wasteland Garrison Army and the Han Yue Army. How much supplies have they secretly taken away from the military supply channels and hidden in various secret corners of this vast wasteland?

Is the Ding family an evil sect of Song Sheng Sect?

No, I don’t know when the Ding family started, but they were already an army! A fully-formed army!
Is this the surprise?
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Two hours later.

A complete steel fortress was rooted in the mud under the night rain.

It seemed as if leather awnings made of the same material as the warriors' armor were built one after another, encompassing the entire steel fortress and connected into a complete whole in a particle-based manner.

Then, the awning’s further undulations give it a visual camouflage effect.

When viewed from a bird's eye view, under the cover of the awning, this steel fortress has blended into the surrounding environment.

now.

Gu Siming and Ding Hainian were standing under the awning.

They were in some kind of "buzzing head" state on the physical level, but in the same uncomfortable state, Ding Hainian showed a smug smile on his face.

Gu Siming was obviously shocked by the novelty of technological means.

He kept looking at the dozen or so chariots lined up in a row standing in the rain.

Just now, it was these dozen tanks, almost for free, that fired a large number of glass jar-like shells into the sky.

Then, the same bright yellow color as the medicine powder appeared in the heavy rain covering the reserve military camp.

After a while.

The Song Sheng Sect comrades who had already prepared, as well as the soldiers in the reserve military camp that were originally under the control of the Ding family, all wore gas masks and kept walking in the seemingly empty and deserted reserve military camp.

Soon, a large amount of supplies that the Ding family had previously sent here through formal channels were taken out and loaded into the baggage carts of the huge convoy brought by Ding Hai Nian.

After another moment.

A large number of soldiers' bodies were carried out of the camp.

They did not die. Not only that, they did not even faint from the effects of the drug. Many of them were still awake with their eyes wide open.

But at this moment, the mental will seemed to have lost control of the body.

They had no strength to speak, and even the sound of sobbing was absent.

But they are still alive.

Living like the living dead.

At this moment, an entire reserve battalion, with a full strength of 6,000 people, was carried one after another and transported into the steel camp under the awning.

When Gu Siming looked through the transparent glass windows at the camping vehicles that had been spliced ​​together.

What he saw was a complete meat-grinder factory!
Those soldiers who had lost the ability to control their bodies were like lambs to be slaughtered on the conveyor belts, experiencing the cutting and drilling of automated, unmanned and silent equipment.

As he watched like this, Ding Hainian's slightly complacent voice sounded from the side.

"Look! Second Brother Gu, this is the good stuff I brought you!

We modified the mobile operating vehicle, and now it has become a mobile modification assembly line!
The entire transformation surgery process of the 'new monk' is carried out on this intelligent assembly line.

Moreover, in the past, both Gu Qinghan and Luo Zhaoqing were too conservative!
Before I left, I almost emptied the entire state of all the extraordinary materials, organs, and demon blood extracts related to the Blood Flame Demon Ape!
If they want to transform, why would they create so many cannon fodders? They still need to be top predators with strength!
And, yes, look at that car, and the entire row of supply carts behind it, they are all filled with brain fluid martial arts potions produced by the Zhang family!

Hey! Seeing the Ding family's plight, Zhang Xiandao was also afraid! He began to find a way out for himself!

Moreover, the martial arts potions stored in these brain fluids are not ordinary items! They are the ultimate martial arts! They are the ultimate martial arts created by Yue Hanzhang, a martial arts sage, according to the image of the Blood Flame Demon Ape!
Use the Blood Flame Demon Ape's pictographic essence and advanced martial arts to master the Blood Flame Demon Ape's demonic transformation of its body.

I'm afraid Yue Hanzhang himself has never thought that his martial arts will be used in this way, right?"

Hearing this, even Gu Siming took a breath of cold air.

"You're going to transform the sergeants of the first battalion into the 'New Monk' school, the top predator level. Only a family like yours, who is on the verge of collapse and squandering their wealth without scruples, can afford to do this!"

Hearing this, Ding Hainian laughed even more arrogantly.

"One battalion? Brother Gu, you still underestimate the family's wealth! Apart from anything else, with just these baggage carts, it's more than enough to transform them into three battalions!

Not to mention, in the year Dingyou, they had already marched towards Nanxu County, where there was the largest ranch in Qizhou, which housed the Hanyue Barbarian Bulls that were jointly managed and trained by four or five aristocratic families!
Once they occupy that place, these 'new monks' who keep coming down the assembly line will have the same top predatory-level mounts!
Similarly, Ding Shennian had already attacked several counties to the south.

The locations were all provided secretly by Zhang Xiandao. They were all local families that were downstream suppliers of the Minghong Zhang family, as well as the Zhang family's factories located in various places.

From the raw materials of brain fluid martial arts potions, to the production lines, and even the storage warehouses for extraordinary organs and materials.

Once we conquer these places, we can have as many 'new monks' as we want!"

This time.

Even Gu Siming was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

And saw Gu Siming's shock.

The smile on Ding Hainian's face became more and more ferocious.

"Since no one is willing to give the Ding family a chance to survive, neither the Dao Alliance, the Three Divisions, nor even the Song Sheng Cult will! Then everyone will just have to endure the Ding family's dying counterattack!"

And just when these words came out, Gu Siming seemed to have thought of many things in an instant.

He stopped looking at the intelligent surgical assembly line and instead turned to stare at the Ding Hai Year.

"Have you contacted Luo Zhaoqing?"

Hearing this, Ding Hainian smiled lightly.

"To be precise, the Ding family has never lost contact with him!
Gu Qinghan bewitched the old leader, and this was the beginning of all the troubles!
When Luo Zhaoqing first encountered misfortune, most of us brothers had guessed that this situation would happen sooner or later.

At that time, everything had already begun to prepare.

Luo Zhaoqing wanted to go to Yanzhou to join the Holy Religion, but we persuaded him not to do so.

What's the difference between living under someone else's roof and being a dog for Gu Qinghan?"

At this point, the truth has almost been revealed.

Ding Hai Nian stared at Gu Siming, and Gu Siming also stared at Ding Hai Nian.

"Second Brother Gu, what you just said is still fresh in my mind. I'm afraid even you feel that the Song Sheng Sect today is no longer the Song Sheng Sect of the past, right?
Since they don’t want to play with us anymore, let’s just play by ourselves!
Since the existing ones are in such a mess, why don’t we start from scratch?

We don’t praise the saints anymore, and we don’t worship the saints anymore!

The Holy Word cannot be sung or worshipped!

But with the whole transformation process of the 'new monk' and the boiling blood flames of the demon ape.

The Holy Way is in the rush of blood! In the burning of blood! In everyone's body!
Blood is the source of life force for all living things.

So why don't we just call it Yuan Shengjiao? "

(End of this chapter)