Chapter 137 America has its own mythology
In many cases, Lango was actually very envious of Andrew's telepathy superpower.
The reason is obvious. This is an ability that can kill enemies from a distance. If it is developed deeply enough, it can crush the opponent's head with one punch even from a few hundred meters away.
Of course, a control range of tens of meters like Andrew's is enough under normal circumstances.
But beyond that, there's another reason.
That is telepathy, which is very suitable for pretending to be X
Bang——!
On the empty plain, the sound of body-shattering explosions sounded one after another.
In front of Andrew, at the edge of the woods, several off-road pickup trucks loaded with hunters jumped out like beasts.
The car was full of middle-aged men and women, they were well-dressed and distinguished, like a group of hunters from the upper class, holding various firearms, and their expressions were full of enthusiasm and anticipation for the upcoming hunt.
However, when their eyes touched the scene in front of them, all the excitement froze instantly.
According to the previous hunting process, the rich hunters at this time need to follow these Indians to the travelers they captured, select the prey they like, and tag it.
Then they can go back to the woods and wait patiently. When these prey wake up, they can start hunting the prey with their own unique tags and enjoy the fun of hunting.
But now.
The prey have awakened in advance, and the Indians who were supposed to guide them have turned into stumps and broken arms all over the ground, which is shocking.
"Damn it! Shoot! Don't let them get away!"
On the carriage, someone woke up suddenly and quickly raised his firearm, preparing to attack Lango and others.
But unfortunately, they have quietly stepped into Andrew's telepathic realm.
Andrew waved his hands lightly, as if commanding an invisible storm. With a sudden pressure, more than a dozen pickup trucks seemed to have been hit hard, their bodies rolled, and the people inside were thrown out of the vehicles, leaving them in a state of panic.
Immediately afterwards, before the guys could react, he gently held his palm like a puppet playing with strings, and a rich man felt an irresistible force that bound him tightly.
A look of panic instantly appeared on the man's face, and he looked at his companions for help: "Help!"
Crunch——
The cry for help stopped suddenly, and was replaced by the crisp sound of broken bones and the tragic scene of gushing internal organs!
A woman who looked like the man's wife hurriedly asked: "My dear, Areyouok?"
"Farke, do you think he can still answer you?"
Although the surrounding crowd was in chaos, since they had the guts to engage in this kind of hunting game in the wild, it can be seen that most of them were more courageous than ordinary people. They raised their weapons again and pointed their guns at them angrily. Target the man in front of them who raised his hand towards them.
However, in the face of this surging hostility, Andrew seemed unusually calm.
His hands trembled in the air like playing strings. Every time his fingers fell, the body of a rich man who dared to point a gun at him would freeze in place.
Next, his torso and limbs seemed to be pulled by two invisible big hands. With a harsh sound of "tearing", his body was forcibly torn in half!
Blood poured out like a sudden rain, splashing on the faces of bystanders, bringing biting chills.
The wealthy people who had originally tried to resist now saw only fear and despair in their eyes. They screamed and gave up resistance one after another, struggling in the mud in an attempt to escape from this bloody hell.
An almost crazy smile of joy broke out on Andrew's face. He waved his arms wantonly, and every time he clenched his five fingers, it was like the death's sickle passing by, ruthlessly harvesting life.
At this moment, he was no longer the weakling who was beaten by his father at home and bullied by his classmates at school. Instead, he transformed into a real "biological master", enjoying the supreme pleasure brought by power, and facing these tourists who were about to see him. The wealthy people who were preyed upon were judged mercilessly.
"Lango, are you really not going to stop him? Andrew's condition seems to be a little out of control." Clare's voice was filled with worry.
"It's not necessary. Those who died were all rich bastards. Without them, the world would only be good."
Lango shrugged and said indifferently: "And Andrew's life has been a bit bad recently. It's good to vent properly. Don't worry about this kid, he is a good boy."
After saying that, he no longer cared about killing Xiaoxiao over there. Like a lunatic Andrew, he carefully looked at the Quetzalcoatl statue in front of him.
In the past, Lange has often seen hunting and killing games played by rich people in movies, such as "Human Skin Inn" and "Hunting". He has also seen hunting movies with perverted murderers and deformed monsters as the protagonists, such as "Human Skin Inn" and "Hunting". "The Mountain Has Eyes", "The Fatal Turn" and so on.
But the villains in these movies are basically human beings, and there is no suggestion that they are sacrificing human beings to please some god.
At first, Lango thought that today's encounter was just the cliché plot in the movie. The reason was that except for himself, almost everyone else on this trip was the protagonist or supporting actor in a certain movie.
After these days of experience, he has already figured out some of the ways of this world. As long as he takes some movie plot characters with him, he will always be involved in some movie plots.
But there was something a little unusual about today's encounter. Even if he was tied up, why did such a strange statue appear?
"Dear, did you just say that this statue is called Quetzalcoatl?" Lange stared at the statue with a bit of curiosity and vigilance in his tone.
Clare nodded, her voice low and serious: "This is a god believed by the native Indians. It can be traced back to the Mayan civilization. In American mythology, it is the god who dominates formation and light. It is said that he invented books, calendars, and... He also brought corn to mankind and was the protector of the priests.”
"Corn?" Lange raised his eyebrows and joked: "I think the Russians must like this god very much."
Clare understood his joke, smiled and then added in a low voice to Lango, "But some people say that Quetzalcoatl is a dark evil god who knows nothing about it. He is exactly the same as the evil god of Bali in the Bible, and this feathered serpent god The snake god is darker and more terrifying. Like Baal, he likes human sacrifice and trades with his followers through dark magic. "
"Then it must be!"
Hearing this, Lange sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Look at the guy on this statue, the feathered crest and wings look quite sacred, but the snake head has such a ferocious expression, it doesn't look like a good god. Moreover, these aboriginals are... We caught them here and found a group of rich people to hunt us for fun. This is obviously a way of making living sacrifices to please the gods. "
Teddy complained in agreement: "Why can't the gods in the Americas learn from the gods in Greece or Northern Europe and just have fun and have fun? Why do they have to engage in human sacrifice?"
"That's right, brother, even like Yindu, it's good to find a few believers to bless and have fun when you have nothing to do. A god like this who makes people live and sacrifice is not worthy of being called a god!"
Lango jumped up from the pedestal of the statue and stood firmly on the shoulders of Quetzalcoatl.
Looking at those eyes that seemed to be flashing with cold light, he curled up into a sneer, raised his arm without hesitation, and prepared to strike off this guy's head.
But at this moment, a vision suddenly occurred!
The smell of blood in the air suddenly became strong. Among the corpses that were mercilessly torn apart by Andrew, the blood actually seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, soaring into the air, converging into a horrifying bloody python, more than ten meters long, and ferociously tall. He raised his head and stared at Lange and his group.
Feeling the throbbing from his palms, Lange patted the head of the statue at his feet with satisfaction and joked:
"Thank you, brother. I'm worried that I don't have anywhere to replenish my energy."
Seemingly irritated by this provocation, the bloody python suddenly erupted and soared into the sky like an arrow from a string. Its huge body covered the night sky and headed straight for Lango with destructive power.
Faced with this sudden attack, Lango dwarfed and used the statue as a springboard to fly out like a cheetah.
Stretching his right fist forward, he punched out with a superman punch wrapped in blue light! It hit the giant python's jaw accurately!
With a beast-like wailing, a shocking hole was instantly torn out of the giant python's head. A cold blue light flashed at the wound. The giant python tried to repair it with more blood, but was stopped by the blue light. But it seemed very futile.
Immediately afterwards, Lange took advantage of the force to fall, and the blue light on his fist became more and more dazzling. Each punch was like a precise javelin, piercing deeply into the vital part of the giant python.
The giant python, which was still showing its fierce appearance, was knocked to the ground at this moment. Its huge body was rolling on the ground in pain, its wailing sound was deafening, but it still tried to wrap Lango tightly with its body and make a final struggle.
But all this was in vain in front of Lango. He put on the Holy Cross Tiger, which was specially designed to deal with dark creatures, and coupled with the blue pattern's restraint on extraordinary creatures, every punch dealt tons of damage. Wherever it passed, the python's body was like ice and snow meeting fire, quickly melting and creating shocking holes.
"Did you notice anything strange?"
"I discovered it. The boss's strength is simply incomprehensible. This snake is obviously liquid. Why does every punch he punches seem to hit a solid body."
"No, no, no, I mean, Andrew has only killed a dozen people in total so far. How could the combined blood of those people be able to make a python more than ten meters long?"
"Fake, there are even evil gods in this world. Teddy, are you still struggling with this?"
Under the high-speed operation of the [Sports Car Head], Lango's fists were as dense as rain. In an instant, the thick snake head turned into nothingness under his indiscriminate bombardment, and the snake body also dissipated and turned into a A pool of smelly blood polluted the land.
"It really stinks to step on a horse."
Lango spat in disgust, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his blood-stained hands.
Then he turned to the statue of Quetzalcoatl with disdain in his eyes: "After being enshrined for so many years, you only have this little divine power?"
After saying that, he stepped on the ground suddenly, rose up, and punched the statue without hesitation. Stone chips flew everywhere, and the statue collapsed with a loud noise, turning into rubble and dust.
At the same time, in a wooden house not far from here, the Indian priest who saw all this through the camera seemed to be attacked by a huge force, and was knocked out of the chair heavily.
When he struggled to get up from the ground, his pupils had turned into angry red vertical eyes!
"Gather the men!"
The priest grabbed the tribesman beside him to help him up, and roared an order: "Catch that blasphemous guy, and use his blood to sacrifice to Quetzalcoatl!"
When the Indians around him heard this, they let out low roars, picked up their weapons, and rushed out of the cabin.
But amidst the chaos, there were still several outsiders in suits inside the wooden house.
These people stared at the scene on the screen, where a handsome man with an unruly temperament was chatting and laughing with his companions.
Their brows could not help but frown slightly, and then they exchanged meaningful glances. Finally, all eyes focused on the man at the front of the team.
One of them suggested in a low voice: "BOSS, these people look very dangerous. I'm afraid there will be great risks in contacting them rashly."
The man in front did not speak. His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and they were locked tightly on Lango and Andrew on the screen - one had amazing speed and strength, and the other had extraordinary telepathy, and could easily regard human beings as... Playing like ants.
A fanatical and profound smile gradually appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, as if he had foreseen the future of the world: "This is the outline of the new era. Ordinary humans will eventually become weak. Only superpowers can surpass all things and dominate." Life or death. Remember their appearance, and use all the power of the company to dig out all their information at all costs!"
"Understood!" the subordinate who spoke earlier responded quickly, and then cautiously added: "It's just that this time we didn't have time to test the medicine, and an accident happened. Should we continue to stay?"
"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash." The man snorted coldly, shook his head and said, "This training ground is no longer useful. Leave here before the man named Lango finds us." The men around him hurriedly They nodded in agreement, but when they walked to the door, they found that they were surrounded by dozens of armed Indians outside, and each of them stared at them with hatred.
It was because of the cooperation between these people and the priests that their own people died, and even the statue of Quetzalcoatl was destroyed.
The angry natives had forgotten the money these guys had given them, and just wanted to leave their lives with them and bury them with their tribe.
Faced with this sudden siege, the employees of this unknown company did not show any panic.
The first person moved quickly, took out a seemingly ordinary capsule from his arms, and bit it into pieces without hesitation.
Instantly, a blazing energy surged in his body, and his body seemed to be possessed by fire, turning into a blazing fire storm and rushing towards the group of angry natives.
Under the raging flames, the surrounding natives fell one after another like dead leaves swept away by the autumn wind, leaving only a scorched black ground and a pungent burnt smell in the air.
The man called the boss glanced at all this with an almost indifferent look, and then slowly walked into the car surrounded by his guards.
The vehicle started, leaving behind a series of ear-piercing roars and the desperate cries of the indigenous people, before driving away.
On the other side, on the plain.
The group of college students who were brought before also woke up from their coma. They rubbed their dazed heads and looked around at the unfamiliar environment, their eyes full of confusion and fear.
Just as the four Ninja Turtle brothers tried to step forward to explain, the sight of four huge turtle heads surrounded by the moonlight made the already uneasy college students even more panicked, and screams instantly echoed throughout the plains.
The Ninja Turtles were also frightened by the sudden scream and looked at each other. They took a few steps back unconsciously, looking a little at a loss.
"Heather."
Fortunately, Clary appeared in time, and she gently comforted everyone. Relying on the friendship established in the hotel, Heather and others gradually stabilized their emotions.
However, when Clary finished describing their encounter, especially when she saw the overturned vehicle and the shocking wreckage not far away, fear came flooding in again, screams came one after another, and the air was filled with tension and uneasiness.
Lango silently observed the group of college students, especially the girl named Heather, whose appearance was somewhat similar to Anna in the demigod camp on the mysterious island.
But it is worth mentioning that this woman's clothes are much more open than Anna's. The low-cut nightgown can't cover up her plump bust at all. More than half of her balls are exposed, and she doesn't even know it.
But before he could admire it for long, roars and shouts came from the woods again.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a group of native Indians wearing colorful blankets and deerskin aprons, holding knives and sticks, and wearing bird feather crowns. They looked like warriors coming out of ancient legends, roaring towards them.
Andrew, who had originally killed all the wealthy people who came over, saw this and immediately opened his hands towards them excitedly, pushing his arms forward heavily!
The natives who were about to rush in front of them were knocked out by gravity and fell over a large area.
But before Andrew could be happy, an arrow pierced the sky in the distance and pointed directly at his head.
"Fake."
Andrew shouted nervously, but before he could take action, Lango was already standing in front of him like a ghost, holding the arrow in his palm in an understatement.
In the [Sports Car] state, everything around him seemed to have slowed down countless times in his eyes. Catching arrows with bare hands was just a trivial matter.
It's a pity that the speed is not fast enough, otherwise I really want to try what it feels like to catch a bullet.
However, the anger of the indigenous people was not extinguished. When they saw the broken statue of Quetzalcoatl, they already regarded Lange and others as sworn enemies, and pounced on them even more crazily.
Facing this scene, Heather and the others didn't even have the confidence to escape. They closed their eyes tightly as if waiting for death to come, sobbing and hugging each other.
In contrast, Lange and his team seemed extremely calm. Not long ago, they had just joined forces to fight against the Hell Demon Legion, and now they couldn't even feel a little nervous when facing this group of Indian natives who were still armed with cold weapons.
Lange felt it carefully. These guys were almost all ordinary people and could not provide him with any energy, so he had no idea of fighting them.
He nodded to the Ninja Turtles, who roared and charged into the enemy formation, brandishing their weapons.
Swords and sticks were waved in the crowd, and soon a gap was created. But what the Ninja Turtles did not expect was that although these indigenous people were just ordinary people, they were not weak in strength. Each of them had a strange feeling. Combat skills, after a fight, they couldn't take much advantage even though they were fighting more with less.
This group of natives did not retreat at all when they saw the death of their tribesmen. Instead, they rushed towards the Ninja Turtles frantically as if they had been given blood.
For them, who live freely in the reservation area, these outsiders are monsters and demons, and they need blood sacrifices to Quetzalcoatl!
But in the next second, their anger was extinguished.
To be precise, it was doused by a fountain-like stream of vomit.
After the vomiting man dug his throat, the turbid unknown liquid spurted out like a torrent, instantly sweeping over the indigenous people in front.
When the vomit that can corrode even demons touches these guys, it melts quickly like snow encountering flames and turns into pools of blood. The scene is extremely horrifying.
The Big Stomach King also jumped up, crushing into the crowd like a tiger-like heavy tank. With one punch, the natives fell down, and then he actually used the enemy's corpse as a war hammer and swept across the area. Those seemingly sharp The sword could only cause ripples on his indestructible skin, but could not hurt him at all.
Before Lango finished smoking a cigarette, the Indian warriors in front of him had changed from their previous bravery and fearlessness to shrinking back. Their eyes were full of fear of the unknown, as if they were staring at demons from hell.
However, just when this delicate balance was about to be broken, an ancient and profound voice sounded from behind the indigenous people. It was like a desolate and ancient horn, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of the soldiers. They were once again attracted by that primitive force. Driven by bloodthirsty impulse, he charges forward desperately.
Just when this sound sounded, Lango, who felt a supernatural power, disappeared instantly.
A bolt of lightning passed through the crowd at extremely high speed, smashing into pieces a dozen people before arriving at the edge of the woods.
Here, standing is an old man in ancient Indian costumes, holding a cane and closing his eyes, as if communicating with some kind of power.
Faced with this scene, Lange didn't hesitate at all, and kicked out. The powerful force kicked the old man several meters away, hit the tree trunk hard, and then fell to the ground.
"Are you their priest?"
Lange stepped forward, looked at the guy for a few times, and wrote lightly: "It doesn't look very impressive."
The old priest climbed up from the ground as if nothing had happened, looked at the other person and said coldly: "Outsider, you not only slaughtered our people wantonly, but you even dared to break the statue of Quetzalcoatl."
"Idiot."
Lango was too lazy to listen to this guy's nonsense, so he punched him in the head!
“If it weren’t for your blood sacrifice, I would still be sleeping on the bed in the hotel!”
He hit the old man with his fists and kicks one after another, but the strange thing is that although the old man has been beaten, there is no injury on his body, and even the dark and obscure aura on his body is still rising sharply!
"It's useless, you can't kill me."
The old man finally spoke, with a hint of pride in his voice, "Quetzalcoatl blessed me many years ago and gave me a thousand-year immortality. As long as I complete the blood sacrifice regularly, I can live forever in the world!"
After the words fell, the old man raised his hand and waved towards Lango, starting his first active counterattack!
In an instant, two giant pythons made of soil rose into the air, wrapped around Lange's body, opened their bloody mouths, and flashed their fangs, trying to bite his neck.
However, under the defense of this [giant dragon body], all attacks shook the tree like a fly, and the fangs bite countless times, but even Lango's skin could not be penetrated. This scene made the old man stunned.
Hua Hua Hua.
Lange easily grabbed the entangled snake's head and tore it apart one by one, turning it into fine pieces of soil and scattering them on the ground.
He squinted his eyes, rubbed his chin lightly with his fingers, looked at the old priest, and asked strangely: "Did you just say that Quetzalcoatl gave you a thousand-year wish to never give up in order for you to give him blood sacrifices regularly?"
The priest immediately said with pride in his eyes: "That's right, now I have long since faded away from my mortal body and become immortal."
"Wait, wait"
Lango interrupted this guy, and then corrected him: "Even if there is such a thing, you will only live for a thousand years at most. I have told you my name, and you will never give up for a thousand years. The immortality you mentioned absolutely does not exist. besides"
Before he finished speaking, Lango's figure had turned into a blurry afterimage. When he reappeared, he was close to the priest, and his hand had penetrated deeply into his chest.
"you"
Tear-!
Under the horrified gaze of the old man, Lange ripped out his heart alive!
"So with idiot priests like you here, the Indians' current situation is really not unfair at all. Compared to your heart, you should have a smarter brain!"
Lange cursed silently: "You said you won't give up for a thousand years, so why don't I just cut out your heart? What an idiot!"
Just when he was about to take this strange heart away for study, the still beating heart suddenly turned into hard and cold obsidian in his hands.
Dry and lifeless.
"Tsk"
Lange chuckled, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Is this the perseverance given to you by your godly master?"
"Shitou?! No! Impossible!" The old priest's eyes widened in disbelief, anger and despair intertwined on his face.
For the purpose of blood sacrifice and eternal life, he even cooperated with wealthy people from the outside world and killed nearly a hundred tourists who came to the reservation every year. In the end, it was just such a stone heart?
"Fake! This must be fake! You are lying to me!"
The priest grabbed Lango's hand tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, and asked frantically.
Seeing his crazy look, Lange shook his head and crushed the stone in his hand.
The priest's wail also stopped abruptly, his body stiffened and he fell, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his soul turned into a wisp of dark fluorescence, about to drift away.
However, before this fluorescent light could move away, Lange sucked it in gently and put it all into the palm of his hand.
He looked at the subtle progress increase on the system interface, then looked at the dead old priest, shook his head and sighed:
"Superstition kills people."
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(End of this chapter)