PFC Chapter 425: Mouth Cannon MAX! Who is the real evil heretic!
Chapter 425: Mouth Cannon MAX! Who is the real evil heretic!
Chapter 425: Mouth Cannon MAX! Who is the real evil heretic!
"How to do?"
Feng Baobao looked at Zhang Chulan, with a questioning look in her eyes.
Zhang Chulan didn't say anything, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment.
He was searching, searching for a place to hide.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a mountain in the distance.
The mountain is towering into the clouds, and the mountain is steep and looks very dangerous.
Maybe I can hide there for a while.
"Sister Baoer, follow me!"
Zhang Chulan took Feng Baobao's hand and ran towards the mountain.
"Hmph, want to run?"
Ma Xianhong's voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao's bodies suddenly stiffened.
They slowly turned around and saw Ma Xianhong standing at the exit of the path, looking at them coldly.
There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were deep and cold, as if he was looking at two dead people.
"Ma Xianhong..."
Zhang Chulan's expression turned extremely ugly.
He never expected that Ma Xianhong would show up in person.
Now, the trouble is big.
"Village chief, we..."
Bi Yuan brought several people with superior talents to Ma Xianhong.
"No need to chase."
Ma Xianhong said calmly, his eyes never leaving Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.
"You guys go back, leave this to me."
"But……"
Bi Yuan was a little hesitant. He was worried that Ma Xianhong couldn't deal with Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao alone.
"Why, do you think I'm no match for them?"
Ma Xianhong's voice was filled with a hint of displeasure.
"No...don't dare..."
Bi Yuan quickly lowered his head. He knew that Ma Xianhong's strength was unfathomable.
"In that case, let's go back."
Ma Xianhong said calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Yes……"
Bi Yuan responded, and he turned around and left with a few people with superior aptitude.
On the empty grassland, only Ma Xianhong, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were left.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Zhang Chulan, I'll give you one last chance."
Ma Xianhong's voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression, echoing in the empty grassland.
"Join the New Jiejiao and I can forgive you for the past."
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, calming his disordered breath caused by running.
He raised his head and looked directly at Ma Xianhong with a firm look in his eyes:
"Ma Xianhong, we have different paths, so we cannot work together."
"I beg you to differ with me on what you call 'Tao'."
Feng Baobao stood beside Zhang Chulan, without saying a word, but just quietly clenched the long sword in his hand.
The blade reflected a cool light under the moonlight.
Ma Xianhong's eyes narrowed slightly.
"It seems that you are determined to be my enemy."
His tone was still calm, but anyone could hear the chill in it.
Zhang Chulan did not answer, but silently circulated the Golden Light Spell in his body.
A dazzling golden light slowly rose from his body, enveloping him and Feng Baobao.
This is his last line of defense and his hope for counterattack.
"In that case..." Ma Xianhong slowly raised his hand.
"Then don't blame me for being rude."
"Sister Baoer, get ready to go!" Zhang Chulan said in a low voice.
He knew that in their current state, they were no match for Ma Xianhong.
The only way is to escape.
Feng Baobao nodded, squatted slightly, and prepared to sprint.
"Want to leave?" Ma Xianhong sneered.
"Do you think you can leave?"
Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand violently.
An invisible force instantly enveloped the entire grassland.
Zhang Chulan only felt his body sink, as if he was pressed down by a mountain, unable to move.
The same went for Feng Baobao, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was resisting this force.
"This is..." Zhang Chulan's face became extremely ugly.
He could feel that this power was similar to the "Soul-Eating" magic weapon used by those superior people before.
But stronger and purer.
"This is my field." Ma Xianhong said lightly.
“Here, I am the master.”
"All your actions will be under my control."
Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth and desperately chanted the Golden Light Spell, trying to break free from the restraints of this power.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it at all.
"It's useless." Ma Xianhong shook his head.
"You have no chance of winning in my field."
"Just accept your death. This may be the best ending for you."
"Bullshit!" Zhang Chulan roared.
"I, Zhang Chulan, will never yield to an evil demon like you!"
"Evil heretic?" A mocking smile appeared on Ma Xianhong's lips.
"Zhang Chulan, you keep saying that I am an evil demon, then what are you?"
"Is your so-called 'right path' really clean?"
He pointed at Zhang Chulan and then at Feng Baobao.
"You guys are connected everywhere. What are you doing under the banner of maintaining stability in the alien world?"
"What you call 'rules' are nothing more than tools to restrain the weak."
"But those who are truly strong can act recklessly and do whatever they want."
"This, is what you call the 'right way'?"
Zhang Chulan's face turned pale and blue.
He wanted to retort, but found that he had nothing to say.
Because part of what Ma Xianhong said was true.
There are indeed some dark sides inside Nadutong.
But this was not a reason for him to give up resistance.
"Ma Xianhong, even if what you said is true, so what?"
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"Even if there are problems with Nadutong, at least it is still maintaining the balance between the alien world and ordinary people."
"But you want to break this balance and plunge the whole world into chaos."
"This is the biggest difference between you and me."
"Balance?" Ma Xianhong sneered.
"Zhang Chulan, your so-called balance is nothing but built on the sacrifices of countless people."
"Those aliens who were used as tools by you and manipulated at will, have they ever experienced true balance?"
"You keep saying you want to protect others, but what you are really protecting are just the interests of those high-ranking guys."
"And I want to break this hypocritical balance and build a truly fair world."
"In this world, there is no oppression, no exploitation, and only the strong can survive."
“Only in this way can those who are oppressed gain true freedom.”
"You..." Zhang Chulan was so angry that he trembled all over because of Ma Xianhong's words.
He wanted to refute, but found that his words were so pale and powerless.
Because what Ma Xianhong said did touch upon some deep-seated contradictions in the world of extraordinary people.
"What? You have nothing to say?" A smug smile appeared on Ma Xianhong's face.
"Zhang Chulan, I'll give you one last chance."
“Join the New Jiejiao, become my companion, and work with me to create a brand new world.”
"Otherwise, you will become the first sacrifice of the new Jiejiao."