In the exclamation of "don't move", the bold black man Smith's body suddenly stiffened.
It was as if he was struck by an electric current. He stood stiff and motionless. If he wasn't wearing a helmet, his hair would probably have stood up.
"Crack."
The disgusting eyes wriggled and swallowed Smith's arm. Smith's eyes widened at first, but then he actually closed them. His expression seemed to be enjoying this feeling.
His expression was one of enjoyment, and his body swayed slightly.
“FOOK。”
The soldier next to him cursed in a low voice. Smith's expression was strange no matter how one looked at it.
If this scene was replaced by a short movie, Smith's expression could be seamlessly cut in without any sense of incongruity.
However, it was wrong to appear in this strange forest. There was no sense of immersion!
About a few seconds later, Smith's whole body suddenly trembled. His broad shoulders shook, and a cloud of black gas that was visible to the naked eye quickly attacked Smith's heart and disappeared into his chest.
The black light was captured by the camera and immediately stored in a physical hard disk. The safest way to store this kind of top-secret information was to store it physically unless it was absolutely necessary. Otherwise, if it was sent over the Internet, it might be stolen by other countries without anyone noticing.
Smith suddenly opened his eyes. His black and white eyes were even more divine, and his entire black body seemed to be filled with an inexplicable divinity.
This pair of glowing eyes caused people's hearts to tremble. This' black servant 'really obtained something from the big eyeball?
The crow turned into a white swan!
Under the strong gaze of the crowd, Smith opened his thick lips and said with a rap rhythm, "I, saw the great God …"
"I know, he's going to say God."
Sitting in the White House that was burned once two hundred years ago, the commander drank a mouthful of coke and raised his finger to the assistant next to him.
"I've seen this scene many times in movies. This little black guy has a bright future. It's time to let those Hollywood directors learn from this black guy's performance."
"Commander, it should be the actors learning."
However, before Smith finished saying the word "God", the eyeballs in the forest suddenly turned at the same time.
"Crack."
The eyeballs looked to the west, and a rustling sound came from the depths of the forest.
It was as if someone was walking in the forest, with a terrifying aura that could even suppress one's eyes.
Judging from the posture of the strange eyes, the identity of this newcomer was not to be underestimated. Otherwise, the eyeballs wouldn't have looked as if they were facing a great enemy, and the fear in them was about to materialize and flow out.
In the gloomy forest, groups of large eyeballs shrank, as if they wanted to shrink back into the tree trunks.
Where was the terrifying domineering aura from before?
"Ding dang."
However, the crisp sound of a bell suddenly rang out, and as if it had some sort of magical power, it instantly caused everyone's eyes to freeze.
The word "God" was stuck in Smith's throat. He looked over in confusion.
This God seemed to be a little too shameless. He hadn't even seen his shadow, but he was already so scared by the voice that he shrank back.
"Ah Mi …"
A loud Buddhist chant was suddenly heard, and a bald head that was whiter than Smith's teeth popped out.
A bald head arrived first, followed by a tattered kasaya and a rusty but murderous Buddhist staff in his hand. The ringing of the bell came from the object hanging on the Buddhist staff.
Although the staff was called a staff, its sharp bottom looked like a spearhead that could pierce through flesh.
"Ding dang!"
The Buddhist staff stood up, and the bottom was fiercely inserted into the soil.
This posture was like a saber on horseback, and a domineering aura surged out without words.
"Amitabha."
A monk strolled out of the gloomy and terrifying forest, and he could suppress countless eyeballs with the ringing of the bell.
This monk looked more like a ghost than a monk. His closed mouth was dry and shriveled, and his two withered eyes were turbid without any divine light.
The tattered kasaya fluttered without any wind.
That wasn't the only strange thing. When the temporary command vehicle saw the data from the instrument, it was already in an uproar. Compared to what they could see with their own eyes, the data from the instrument was more intuitive and terrifying.
"There's no heat source. From the thermal imaging, there's no difference from the surroundings."
"Pay attention to his feet. There are shadows and footprints, which prove that he's an object with mass."
"Amazing. What kind of new existence is this?"
"This world is becoming more and more terrifying."
This monk was very far away from the rear, and it wasn't the turn of the big shots to worry about his safety.
"Try to communicate with the monk."
The command vehicle's order was conveyed to the only soldier in the team who could speak the Island nation's language. The Amerikka soldier wasn't very educated, and it was very unlikely that he could speak the Island nation's language.
"I … got it!"
The soldier who yearned for the Island nation's otaku culture sighed, feeling dejected. Why did he learn the Island nation's language? Wasn't it so that he didn't have to wait for someone to translate the text when he wanted to read manga? Besides, it was illegal to read certain types of Island nation's manga in the country.
He liked to watch manga, but he wasn't a chuunibyou. He knew that he wasn't the male lead of an anime, and he wouldn't have a fortuitous encounter even if he were to court death.
But under the gazes of who knew how many big shots, he could only brace himself and continue.
Should he use righteous words to show off Amerikka's style, or should he use a gentle tone …
"Ding dang!!"
The tattered monk moved the staff in his hand, and the sharp bottom pierced into the eyeball beside him.
This action made the otaku soldier swallow his words.
"Ouch, my eyes."
Everyone closed their eyes at the sight. The chief commander even put down his cola with a cry of pain and rubbed his eyelids with his fingers.
Humans' ability to feel pain was always magnified when it came to the eyes, the gaps between fingers, and other parts of the body. Smith was even more so. He screamed on the spot, unable to accept that the god he revered was so easily injured.
"Ah!"
"You dare to hurt a god!"
Perhaps Smith's scream had attracted the monk, or perhaps the monk's target was Smith.
"Ding dang."
The bell rang, and the ghost-like monk looked at Smith.
A breeze rose in the peaceful forest, and a murderous aura locked onto Smith's body.
"Puchi."
The monk lifted the staff, and the sharp tip pierced straight into Smith's heart. Red blood gushed out, flowing along the edge of the staff and dripping onto the ground.
Kasaya slash.
The monk's staff made a clean slash, and a deep, diagonal cut appeared on Smith's body.
His military uniform was torn, and the wound was so deep that his white bones could be seen!
If the wound had gone any deeper, Smith might have been cut in half.
But with such a terrifying wound, there was no need to go any deeper. No human would be able to survive. Even the best medical treatment in the modern era, or even the Yoyogi Shrine's witches wouldn't be able to save him!
"Evil, retreat."
Black light gushed out of Smith's wound. It was the same black light that had flown out of his eyeball, and from the looks of it, it was indeed extremely evil.
"What did that monk say?"
The chief commander looked at the assistant beside him and spread his hands. His tone was filled with disbelief and doubt. "Our Transcendent was killed just like that?
How many seconds have passed? "