Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

This is certainly not because the "hound" and it share the same origin, but because attacking an unarmored bionic body is obviously more beneficial than attacking a heavily armored tank.

Although the attack wasn't particularly sudden, the cyber monks showed no intention of taking cover.

This wasn't because they were terrified or overconfident, but because their magical powers had all been transferred to the old monk, leaving them completely powerless to react.

"The Great Luo Robe!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the old monk quickly took off his robe and threw it to the other monks.

The brown robe swelled up to dozens of times its original size, shielding the monks from the bullets falling from the sky.

The high-powered bullets riddled the robes with holes, making them look like puddles after a rain.

However, with the blessing of magic, the robes showed no signs of being pierced.

However, despite perfectly defending against this wave, the old monk's expression showed no sign of relaxation.

Although he had never seen a bomber, his years of experience in combat told him that his opponent definitely had more tricks up his sleeve.

He glanced at the motionless monks, his mind racing.

The question is whether to return the borrowed magical power to the monks, restoring their ability to move.

He continued to combine everyone's magical power into one, ensuring that his strength could be maintained at most of the level he had before his birth.

After a moment's hesitation, the old monk made his decision.

Although the lives of the monks were precious and completing the mission was important, what he valued most was his successor, the Venerable Master.

He would first try to see if he could complete the task; if not, he would escape with the virtuous monk.

As long as the monks are alive, there's no fear of running out of scriptures to recite.

"Flaming Knife!"

The old monk joined his fingers together and cleaved them down towards the sky.

A fiery blade of energy, trailing a long trajectory, slashed towards the He111 medium bomber.

"BOOM!"

The He 111 medium bomber attempted to climb to avoid the attack, but its climb was clearly slower than the almost weightless flame blades, and it was sliced ​​in two.

However, it faithfully completed its mission before being destroyed.

"shhhhhh"

Eight aerial bombs fell from the bomb box almost simultaneously, but this time the main target was no longer the monks, but the more valuable "Hound" tanks.

"The Great Luo Robe!"

The old monk quickly cast his spell again, but this time he didn't envelop everyone. Instead, he shrunk to the size of one person and wrapped him up completely.

"The Golden Body of an Arhat!"

The old monk made a mudra with his left hand and made a picking-ear gesture with his right hand, imitating the demeanor of Venerable Nagasena, the Ear-picking Arhat, one of the Eighteen Arhats.

Golden liquid secreted from the pores of the bionic skin, then solidified, coating it with a layer of gold paint.

"Amitabha."

Having made preparations for both scenarios, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief.

The Great Luo Robe and the Arhat Golden Body are the strongest defensive spells he can currently use; their combined effect should protect him from harm.

As for the Venerable Master, he has the protection of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Thousand-Petaled Blue Lotus, so there is no problem for him.

As for Zhikong, Zhiwu, and the other monks, they can only pray for Buddha's blessing.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Fires and explosions continued, and different types of bombers appeared in the sky.

Il-4 bomber, Lancaster bomber, B-17 bomber, B-24 bomber, Manchester bomber

One after another, bombers of different styles burst out of the clouds, releasing their bombs before disappearing back into the clouds.

An even more violent explosion rang out, and the rising flames almost licked the blood moon high in the sky.

The hunting dogs, the primary target, were repeatedly thrown and thrown back by the shockwave, spinning like tops.

Liu Zheng and his men could only follow the tank around, trying their best to grab onto anything they could.

Fortunately, they were all superhuman in terms of physical abilities; otherwise, they would have been bleeding from head wounds after just a few spins.

It is unknown how much time passed before bombers stopped flying out of the clouds, and the explosions on the ground gradually subsided and eventually stopped.

"Stopped."

The driver floated out of the cabin and righted the overturned tank.

"Colonel, what's the situation outside?"

Liu Zheng asked.

It's a miracle the tank wasn't destroyed under such overwhelming bombing; don't even think about saving the periscope lens, so he can't see anything now.

"Except for one monk, everyone else is dead."

The driver glanced at the battlefield and said.

Needless to say, the monks who were unable to move and had no magical powers were already mixed in with the shattered ground, indistinguishable from each other.

The old monk, who thought he was safe with his double protection, had already turned into a pile of golden ashes.

Who is still alive?

Liu Zheng asked.

Chapter 447 Monks are hard to kill!

"That frivolous monk."

the driver said.

"The Flower Monk? Oh, I know, he's the one who came back from the dead."

Liu Zheng suddenly realized.

With a single strike, lotus flowers float all over his body; calling him a flower monk wouldn't be entirely wrong.

"Can he move now?"

he asked.

"He didn't move, he just stared at me, probably trying to kill me with his eyes."

The driver said sarcastically.

"What? You dare to look at the colonel? I'll go out and teach him a lesson right now."

"Liu Zhengyi said indignantly, then crawled out of the tank."

He twisted the butcher's knife and walked step by step across the lava-like ground to the great monk.

The venerable monk remained seated in the lotus position, but his face showed no sign of tranquility; instead, it was quite ferocious.

"You're getting impatient. Your Buddhist practice isn't up to par."

Liu Zheng mocked.

The great monk had countless witty remarks in his heart, but he could only chant sutras and could not speak. Liu Zheng could not accept electronic communication, so he could only keep them in his artificial vocal cords, which made him so angry that his CPU was about to burn out.

"At that time, the holy woman used various skillful means to persuade and guide the mother to develop right view, but the mother did not fully develop faith. Soon after, she died, and her soul fell into the Avici Hell."

Despite his anxiety, he recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra without any mistakes, demonstrating his profound skill in chanting sutras.

"Whether you fall into the Avici Hell or not, I don't know, but you are definitely going to die."

Liu Zheng raised the butcher's knife, sharpened it on the tentacle a couple of times, and aimed it at the Great Monk's neck.

"Be careful in your next life, don't become a human trafficker."

"clang!"

With a powerful strike, he cleaved Mount Hua, striking the lotus petal.

"Clang clang clang!"

Liu Zheng didn't care at all, and with a few more slashes, he split the lotus petals into specks of Buddhist light.

As he chopped, the virtuous monk chanted sutras, and the combined sounds created a strange sense of harmony.

"It has a bit of the feel of Mendelssohn's concertos."

"That's what the driver commented."

"I think it's more like Brahms' C minor."

Nightingale shook her head.

"Hmm? Yes, indeed."

After listening for a while, the driver agreed.

Whether it's a concerto or a piece in C minor, music always comes to an end.

"At that time, all the Buddhas and Tathagatas from the ten directions, as well as the great Bodhisattvas, gods, dragons, and the eight classes of beings, heard Shakyamuni Buddha praising and extolling the inconceivable and extraordinary power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and exclaimed in awe that such power had never been seen before."

"Are you almost finished reading?"

Although Liu Zheng had never read the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, he still sensed something through his sensitivity to the text.

"Unfortunately, I was still one step ahead."

He flicked his hand and shattered the 1000th lotus petal.

A phantom of a blue lotus platform appeared beneath the Venerable Monk, then trembled a few times before vanishing into nothingness.

"At that time, in the Trayastrimsa Heaven."

Liu Zheng chopped off the head of the monk Dade with another blow. The bionic head, sparking with electricity, fell to the ground and rolled several times, but the chanting did not stop.

"Wow, it even has a backup power supply, right?"

He strode after him, then swung his butcher's knife and hacked wildly at the Great Monk's head until it was chopped into pieces.

Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva

The chanting stopped abruptly.

"It's so hard to kill."

Liu Zheng sighed.

In terms of the number of times he swung his sword, the Great Monk alone swung it more than all the previous enemies combined.

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva".

Just as he was about to clean up the battlefield, the sound of chanting suddenly emerged from the mutilated body of the great monk.

"Holy crap, he's still alive?"

He was just about to finish him off when he saw the Great Monk's QR code light up. The luminous elements flickered, giving people a very unsettling feeling.

Driven by instinct, Liu Zheng did a lazy roll and rolled into a nearby crater.

"BOOM!"

He lay in the crater, feeling a gust of wind sweep across his face, and the Buddha's light reappeared in the night sky that had been silent.

"It's just that the body isn't the original one, it's so willful, it'll self-destruct at the drop of a hat."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Colonel, are they really dead?"

he asked loudly.

"Totally dead."

The driver replied.