I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 120 General
Soult liked to tease these tall city folks with his speed, and he liked to see the desperation on their faces.

For example, now, he threw the dagger back to Tang Ji, with a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth. This man is the most threatening enemy he has ever encountered after awakening. Soulte can't wait to see despair on his face.

But Tang Ji let him down, he just picked up the dagger silently, and put on a fighting posture, he was very angry, but the target was not the enemy, but himself.

Incompetent rage can only stimulate your excessive secretion of adrenaline, which affects your sanity, but proper anger can speed up your reaction speed. Tang Ji has already gained a lot of knowledge in how to control his anger.

From the very beginning when he embarked on this path, Tang Ji knew that such a day would come. Wu Qianying told him a long time ago that the number and quality of superhumans have been increasing, and sooner or later an omnipotent "God" will be born '.

Tang Ji has seen the composite ability superhuman among the players, and seen the powerhouse of the Seven Original Sins level, and even he himself is walking on this road.

But the birth of a superhuman is a collision of countless possibilities and random results. You never know what unique abilities the next awakened person you meet will have.

[Revolver Revival]?Very good, very suitable for a guy like Tang Ji who is used to using guns; [Incarnation of Rage]?One of the seven original sins in the legend, although Tang Ji has not yet fully understood, but the current performance alone is enough to make others envious.

When faced with jealousy, the other party could not control Tang Ji's spirit. When faced with greed, Tang Ji relied on the flames of hatred to forcefully compete with the opponent. Similarly, when faced with lust, Tang Ji still relied on these two trump cards Stay undefeated.

Only the boy who suddenly appeared in front of him, his only advantage is that he is faster than Tang Ji.

This has nothing to do with willpower or combat skills. The opponent is simply faster than Tang Ji. Anthony is a competent soldier and an excellent military doctor, but he hasn't even realized what happened until now.

"What's your name?" Tang Ji looked at the boy and asked, in addition to speed, the other party at least had matching physical strength, although it was too late to see the other party's movements, but the moment the boy took the dagger from his hand, Tang Ji felt To the opponent's strength.

The other party intentionally or unintentionally pulled and dislocated three of his fingers.

The only good news is that Tang Ji is regaining control of his prosthesis as various healing agents take effect in his body. With the cover of his body, he tentatively bends his finger, which responds to the signal from the brain.

"My name is Surte." The young man said generously, "Surrender, or die?"

Such familiar words Tang Ji narrowed his eyes, he remembered what he said before: "War? They will fight a fart war!"

And the reality is like a whip, whipped on his face. The opponent may not know how to fight, and he can't even play with a gun, but the opponent has a superhuman.

Why have superhumans quickly become the biggest cause of social unrest?Why are they chanting the slogan that superhumans have privileges?

Because they are unreasonable, and they can obtain abilities that you can't obtain even after decades of hard work by luck alone.

Their appearance broke all the class relations that could only appear in human history, and their appearance even attracted the attention of high-dimensional creatures from another world.

No need to accumulate, no need to work hard, Sirte just fell asleep, and when he woke up, he became the strongest existence in this area.

He has not taken over the Skeleton Party because he is not mature enough. In his world view, managing a gang in the wilderness is far less interesting than enjoying the thrill of fighting and indulging in the worship of mortals.

But both the current leader of the Skeleton Party and himself understand that sooner or later there will be such a day.

For Soult, power is just a crown placed on a chair, at his fingertips, and he can take it away anytime and anywhere as long as he wants.

Tang Ji moved the prosthetic that was finally on the line again, reset his fingers one by one in front of Surte, and replaced the dagger with the prosthetic.

In the palm of his left hand, a gray-black flame was burning silently, just like his anger.

"I like your prosthetic limb. When I kill you, I will hang it on the wall of the bedroom." Soult licked his lips, because he hadn't signaled yet, and the Skull Party gunmen dared not approach any further: "I killed a mercenary last week, and she has a thigh of the same color that you can hang your arm from."

He lied about this sentence, and only a faded Playboy trash cover was pasted on the wall of his bedroom.

"You can try again." Tang Ji hadn't finished speaking, and Surte's figure was lost in front of his eyes, in front or behind?
The time left for Tang Ji to think was not as fast as his instinct. The moment he felt someone pulling his prosthetic limb, the gray-black flame suddenly spread to the surrounding space with a radius of one meter around Tang Ji.

Surte, who was in the bullet time state, was grabbing Tang Ji's prosthetic leg at this time, and using the principle of leverage to exert force, he planned to forcibly tear the prosthetic leg off the enemy.

It sounds cruel, and it is, but Soult wants to prove his strength in this way. This is the strongest enemy he has ever encountered, and he will retaliate with the most brutal attack.

This is the only way of survival that Surte has learned since he was a child. It's just fighting hard. Those who are not hard enough don't even have the qualifications to grow up.

When the first smear of gray and black emerged from the enemy's body, Soult thought he was dazzled. Today, entering the bullet time many times today really burdened his body.

Then, the gray-black flames covered the enemy's whole body, including his prosthetic limbs. Before the flames infected him, Soult let go of his hand and took a step back.

He didn't feel the temperature of the flame at all, instead he felt a bit of chill. The thing seemed to be absorbing the surrounding heat, making Surte's movements 'sluggish'.

Of course, this slowness is only compared to his previous state. To Soult who has entered the bullet time state, most people are still like static statues. As long as he runs a little, he can catch up with the Mercedes-Benz car.

But when the flames filled the space around the enemy, Surte found that he became slower, as if there was an invisible weight on his shoulders.

And as if an invisible wall appeared in front of him, Surte could only assume a swimming posture, surging forward bit by bit in the increasingly viscous air.

Soult also felt as if someone had poked his eardrum with a stick, and someone had grabbed his stomach from the inside and squeezed it out.

If he had been to school, he would know what is called a sound barrier and what is called an air wall, but superhumans are so unreasonable, Surte doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't care about anything, his ability gives him the ability to break the common sense of physics strength.

He can move at a supersonic speed for a short time without considering other external factors at all. At that moment, it seems that he is not breaking through the speed of sound, but the world has opened a back door for him.

And now the back door is closed.
The gray-black flame did not catch Surte, but it incinerated the invisible stance surrounding Surte, allowing all physical common sense to return again.

Anthony only saw the boy disappear from his eyes again, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared more than ten meters behind Tang Ji.

He looked very bad, like a spinning top that was pulled off the track with a stick. He fell on the bridge, bounced himself up, landed and bounced back, stumbled and rolled until he was at the feet of the saints. live castration.

"Cough cough." Surte suddenly got up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth, and then fell down clutching his chest, startling the saint and almost giving him a shuttle.

"What did you do to me? What's wrong with me?" Surte touched the stubble on his chest that pierced the skin, and turned to look at Tang Ji: "Are you also a superhuman?"

The saint didn't waste the hard-won opportunity. He had seen a superhuman who cut his own neck faster than peeing in the toilet, took out the restraint ring and put it on the enemy on the ground, completely ignoring that his actions would aggravate the opponent's injury.

With Anthony here, as long as the dog doesn't die now, there will be no chance in the future, unless Anthony wants him to die.

Anthony rushed to Sirte in three steps and two steps, checked his injuries, and then looked at Tang Ji with questioning eyes. Seeing Tang Ji nodded, he immediately injected several different medicines into the other party.

In addition to the drugs used to stop the bleeding, there were also strong sedatives, and a large dose could bring down a tiger. After seeing all kinds of superhumans, Anthony was almost used to this dose of sedatives.

As for whether they died of respiratory failure from overdose, no one cared.

Soult only had time to look in the direction of the mountain before losing consciousness, and in the final frame he saw the car belonging to the Skull leader there had started to turn around and retreat.

With Sirte subdued, the members of the Skeleton Party on both sides of the bridge also fled, with no intention of launching a rescue at all.

Tang Ji looked at the comatose enemy on the ground. Without those unbridled eyes, his immature face finally made people realize that the enemy was still a half-grown child.

Sirte.
Tang Jizmo read the name again. This is the most threatening superhuman he has encountered so far. When he moved, he definitely exceeded the speed of sound.

Tang Ji watched Anthony briefly treat Soulte's injury, and together with the Saints tied up the captives and loaded them into Ethan's recuperating car.

Although he didn't give an order, everyone knew that the purpose of this team was to capture valuable superhumans.

What could be more valuable than this superhuman?He can go supersonic with his physical body, and he will not be hindered by the air wall. In a sense, his existence is more threatening than those newcomers who are just starting to emerge in the Seven Deadly Sins.

"I'm looking for the Prophet." Tang Ji made a call. He needed information support from the Prophet. He wanted to know what role this boy named Surte would play in the future. It is too exaggerated in the human group.

The Ark Organization quickly transferred the call to the Prophet, and that unhurried voice appeared in Tang Ji's ear: "What trouble have you encountered again? Another player has come to you?"

"It's more troublesome than that." Tang Ji glanced at the messy scene: "I met a man named Surte."

"Sulte? Where did you meet him?" There was a sound of looking through the files from the Prophet: "I'll look for it. I remember that I kept his files separately. Where are they?"

"He can move at supersonic speed and has a strong body." Tang Ji briefly introduced Surte's ability: "I want to know, does he exist in the future you have seen? Just to satisfy my curiosity."

"You really should be curious, because fate always brings you together." The voice of the prophet was a little panting, obviously the activity just now made this 'little old lady' physically exhausted.

"He will be your general in all the futures where you become a rage." The prophet opened the file that had been kept for an unknown how long: "No one knows where he came from, but he obeys your orders, no matter what No matter how unreasonable your order is, he will fulfill it with due diligence."

"You know, in those futures, you're a real rage, I've never seen anyone with such a bad temper, most of the time you're a loner, no one can stand your tantrums, only a few really Those who are willing to follow you will help you maintain a small territory." The prophet quickly turned over this page of files: "In the future I have experienced, I am just an ordinary person, far away from you, so I only know You know his name and abilities now."

"Say something useful." Tang Ji knew that this woman liked to tantalize people, general?In that world, what has he become?
"In the future where I prevented you from becoming a rage, Sirte was also a big man. He was the first superhuman to challenge the hegemony of capital." The prophet introduced with great interest: "He traversed the into the Atlantic, crashed and sank four super freighters, and caused turmoil in the entire capital market."

"What happened later?" Tang Ji frowned, three horses, obviously this young man is far from reaching his peak.

"Of course he died later. The reason why the Seven Deadly Sins became the Seven Deadly Sins is because you are either so smart that the capital can't find a chance to deal with you, or you are so strong that you have no weaknesses." The Prophet smiled: "Soulte has Weakness, so he died."

"How did they deal with him?" Tang Ji wanted to know what methods those big companies used.

"He can't keep at extreme speed all the time. He has to stop to eat, drink, and go to the toilet. Capital has no entity, is everywhere, and has no physical needs." The prophet's answer left Tang Ji speechless.

Jealousy is kept in the player's lab for the same reason, he's not strong enough to have physical needs, so he loses.

And the seven original sins, in the four futures, have no weaknesses, no physical needs, and exist like gods, eventually expelling capital and becoming the new gods of mankind.

Tang Ji looked at his hands and suddenly wanted to pee. This physiological need came so naturally that it made him feel better.

He decided not to kill that Sirte, he planned to get to know this 'general' well.

　PS: I read the recent comments. This Sirte is not an elite wild monster. He is arranged to play here not only because he is an important character, but also because he wants to express the growth of wild superhumans in this way. In the Prophet In the future seen, on the basis of no player intervention, the number of superhumans will be far less than the current base. In the next ten years or so, the old world will be overturned. After reacting, he played GG.

　　I like to hide the background of the story and write it. Whenever readers find the clues I left intentionally or unintentionally, it gives me a great sense of accomplishment. I hope you feel the same way. Best regards.

　　Of course, the main reason for such a misunderstanding was me, because Lao Mo's plot rhythm and writing style were not in place, and he didn't write what he wanted to express.

　　PS: Wash first, then correct typos
　　
　
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