Everyone Raises Corpses. My Corpse Concubine Gains One Evolution Point Per Second.

157: Chapter 157 Lin Mo’s mouth twitched slightly, he had already killed thousands of people”Y-you, don’t come any closer...”

The teammate, whose eyes had been gouged out, wildly swung his sidearm.

— 564 trillion

— Miss

— Miss

...He even struck his surrounding teammates.

At the same time, he took off running in all directions, as if his life depended on it.

The captain’s face darkened.

He quickly ordered his subordinates to knock the man unconscious.

He drew his weapon, constantly vigilant of his surroundings...Old Liu, the driver of the convoy, stood 20 meters away from them.

He couldn’t help but shake his head.

”God Lin is indeed God Lin. Thanks to God Lin for setting this entire area as an illusion beforehand, otherwise we would have been in big trouble. These little chicks actually dared to ambush our convoy.”

”Old Wu, bring the eight-wheeler over. Hundred-Ton King, start the engine.”

Actually,

Lin Mo dared to let the convoy follow because he had already had Lilith set this place as an illusion in advance.

All enemies in this area had entered a state of hallucination.

Or rather, their various senses were directly delayed.

When they thought Old Liu’s convoy from down the mountain was approaching, Old Liu’s convoy had actually passed by 5 or 10 minutes earlier.

What they saw were past scenes.

But if anyone wanted to break this illusion,

Lilith would drag him into Yarnam City.

She would let him experience the terror of the blood clan city-state...The team member who had just tried to unlock the illusion was dragged into Yarnam City. He gouged out his eyes to escape, but unfortunately, he was already half-mad...

”Boom—!”

The Hundred-Ton King heavy truck let out a deafening roar, charging towards the lurking squad like a steel beast.

The Founding Saint Army elites were still immersed in the illusion and had no time to react.

”Bang!”

— 3564, knocked flying!

The archer, who bore the brunt of the impact, was sent flying head-on, his body twisting and deforming in mid-air.

— 4615, fractured bones! ...— 5463, internal organ critical hit! ...— 4652, crippled! ...Another unlucky fellow was dragged under the truck, the tires repeatedly crushing him. The sound of his bones shattering was clearly audible.

”Ah!! Save...me...”

Although the damage wasn’t high, the insult was extreme.

Old Liu, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the splashing blood and flesh in the rearview mirror, grinning:

”Is this all the Founding Saint Army has? Can’t even dodge a truck.”

”Old Liu, stop messing around.”

”Quickly kill the enemy.”

Soon,

this small squad was completely wiped out by the Hundred-Ton King.

【Congratulations! You have obtained: Holy Standard Helmet】

【Congratulations! You have obtained: Holy Standard Armor】

【Congratulations! You have obtained: Holy Standard Boots】

...Due to the deathmatch status between both sides,

this squad directly dropped over 100 pieces of equipment and over 200 items.

The convoy members looked at the ground full of Holy equipment, their eyes wide with disbelief.

”Holy crap! These stats!” Old Liu picked up a piece of armor, his hands trembling. ”The defense value is a hundred times higher than what our Blue Star’s Son of Heaven Zhou wears!”

”These boots add 50% movement speed!” Old Wu excitedly jumped twice. ”If I wore these, I could win a gold medal at the Olympics!”

Little Wang next to him stroked his chin, calculating: ”This set of equipment... I’m afraid it could be exchanged for ten VIP spots on Lolita Island in the black market?”

”You’re thinking too small!” Old Liu slapped him on the back of the head. ”With these stats, it could at least rent out the entire Lolita Island for a month! Make those rich people line up to lick our shoes!”

Everyone burst into laughter, scrambling to load the equipment onto the truck.

Old Wu suddenly lowered his voice: ”You guys... do you think God Lin deliberately let us pick up equipment here?”

”He probably wants to train us.”

”God Lin really cares about us common people, a living immortal!”

...Lin Mo’s side...He stared wide-eyed, looking at the Fallen Angels in horror.

A distorted expression appeared on his face, his brows furrowing into a ’river’ shape, then into a ’king’ shape.

He finally understood the difficulty of saving people...Saving one person is easy, saving a city is hard.

Countless Fallen Angels clung to his body, plundering his spiritual power.

Lin Mo continuously consumed spiritual power potions to replenish the spiritual power being plundered.

Recovery numbers constantly appeared above his head...+ 1000 trillion