Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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His internal energy began to circulate rapidly, and his spiritual power was forced out from within his body, gradually turning Mo Jiang's eyes red.

But deep within his heart, in that completely dark and gloomy cage, something was stirring restlessly.

Mo Jiang knew he had a strong bloodthirsty nature, and after gaining the ability to travel through time, his bloodthirsty nature grew even more during those chaotic times.

He himself has always suppressed his murderous instincts.

Yes, whether it's clearing out the bandit camp, crushing the Cuman army, or even destroying the underground gangs these days, it's all the result of Mojiang's suppression.

Modern education, laws, and interpersonal relationships acted as a cage, sealing off and hiding the murderous intent within him.

Mo Jiang was well aware that if he had not gained the ability to travel through time, he would most likely have been able to completely hide or even eliminate this murderous intent.

Or perhaps one day they will lose control and become death row inmates.

Having experienced numerous killings, the beast within him had amassed considerable resources, making it difficult for him to remain sealed off.

It's time to let the beast deep inside out breathe.

His original plan was to release him in the late Yuan Dynasty era.

But the attack on Golden Wind disrupted his plans.

At this moment, he no longer suppressed himself, and from the darkest, most gloomy prison in his heart, came the sound of chains breaking.

With a light tap of his toes, Mo Jiang covered a distance of seven or eight meters and reached another rooftop.

Completely ignoring the pursuers closing in on his location, he sprinted straight toward the red marker on the map.

The ferocious beast has been unleashed!

He suddenly jumped off the rooftop, crashing down on a car carrying a tailgate worker, while his sword flashed wildly. Then, his figure disappeared into the darkness of Chicago once again.

The entire process takes no more than five seconds.

No one got out of the car, and after some time, the vehicle slowly broke into several parts.

Along with the human body inside, it was shattered into different fragments, and the blood completely stained the land of Chicago red.

"Hahahaha, tonight, let's have a good fight!"

Rampant as a dragon, ferocious as a tiger, like a tiger descending the mountain, it will surely kill without mercy.

Mo Jiang's speed surpassed the reaction of the finishers. Often, the moment he appeared, the distance had already been closed to the point where the finishers had no time to retaliate.

If the cleanup crew is large and gathered together, they will face the unparalleled sharpness of Broken Sword Yao Guang and be easily torn to pieces.

Whether you hide in a car or in a trash can, you can't escape death.

As for individual finishers?

As long as they appear within Mo Jiang's perception range, they will only receive one bullet.

A bullet fired from Special Forces 1911 and lodged in the skull.

95. I have not come to bring peace to all living beings, but to ignite war on the earth!

There is a church in Chicago's industrial area, a place in the United States where, in addition to rampant gun violence, religious belief is also rampant.

Or rather, cults in the United States, like their shootings, have become a kind of distinctive feature.

Although this church appears to be a legitimate church, it is actually a place that provides certain services.

Some services can make people disappear forever.

In today's context, this kind of service is referred to as a "killer".

It is a proper church on weekdays, providing services such as prayer, communion, and worship.

But in secret, the nuns and priests had already taken up arms to gain profit in the name of holiness.

But today, the church, which should be sacred and peaceful, is now filled with gunfire.

Amidst the roar of assault rifles, sniper rifles, and even light machine guns, there was an undisguised panic: "Crossfire, take him down!"

The heavy wooden door had already been reduced to fragments. When the Nine Yang Inner Force was poured into the Broken Sword Yao Guang, even the heavy wooden door was no more than a piece of paper in its defense.

The usually calm and collected priest now showed a rare look of panic on his face.

His keen sense of numbers led him to a conclusion.

Three seconds.

In just three seconds, the intruder broke down the door, launched the attack, and hid.

The church doors, which could have served as cover for fire, were cut to pieces, two nuns standing near the doors were dismembered, and the attackers disappeared into the darkness.

The newcomer accomplished this feat using only cold weapons.

How could this not cause panic?

But panic had no effect. The murderous intent permeating the church clearly and unequivocally told everyone present that none of them could survive.

When Mo Jiang reappeared from the shadows and charged straight at the priest, the well-trained nuns immediately drew their assault rifles and formed a crossfire.

The four directions—upper left, upper right, left, and right—are all armed with military weapons.

At the same time, Mo Jiang had no cover in front of him, and in the next moment, his fragile body would be torn to pieces amidst the roar of bullets.

but……

Faced with such a life-or-death moment, Mo Jiang was actually smiling!

Without any intention of dodging, he charged forward, charging straight into the roaring bullets.

In the split second between life and death, the Nine Yang Inner Force surged like a mighty river, and the full power of his mental energy continuously enhanced Mo Jiang's thinking. Time began to slow down, allowing him to see the trajectory of each bullet clearly.

The longsword in his hand transformed into a streak of crimson light, its violent and intense slash cleaving all the bullets that might have struck Mo Jiang in two, thus rendering them powerless.

As the longsword deflected the bullets, it also severed the nun's head.

The last thing the priest saw before losing consciousness was a pair of eyes stained red, and in his daze, he also saw a tiger standing upright.

After killing everyone in the church, Mo Jiang did not rush to leave, but stood there looking at the crucifix.

The Christ Child, nailed to the cross, appeared to Mo Jiang to be smiling, perhaps due to the angle.

"Hey...I was wrong."

Mo Jiang's mistake was not an apology to anyone, but rather an explanation of his flawed understanding.

Pure white light shone in the church, replacing the dim lamplight.

Under the holy light, the statue of the crucified Son of God began to undergo a strange change. As the holy light swept across it, the Son of God's face transformed into the face of Mo Jiang.

The face of the crucifixion statue of the Holy Son has been transformed into Mo Jiang, and it has a ferocious and malevolent appearance.

If the Passion of the Son of Christ tells the story of Jesus Christ bearing the sins of all people and returning to heaven, then the sculpture now transformed into the shape of Mo Jiang is more like a ferocious demon sealed on the cross.

This ferocious demon is currently attempting to break free of its restraints and bring endless disasters to the world.

“I always thought that what Holy Light was going to do was spread the faith, but I didn’t expect that this was just a side effect.”

As the holy light gathered in his hand, its radiance became even more dazzling, even more sacred, and even more...

overbearing!

A kind of sacred hymn faintly echoed from within the church; they cried out, they were fervent, they awaited the arrival of "Hero".

He is not an omniscient and omnipotent "God," but rather the "Lord of Armies" who has triumphed time and again!

"What truly propels this holy light, making it even more powerful, is slaughter! Destroy the enemy, clear away obstacles, subdue them, and bring them to ruin!"

"I have not come to bring peace to all living beings, but to ignite war on the earth!"

Realizing this, Mo Jiang turned and left the church. Soon after, the sculpture developed numerous cracks and finally shattered into countless fragments after a loud bang.

……

An unnamed safe house somewhere.

There are seven or eight people sitting here right now. These seven or eight people are quite famous in Chicago and have considerable influence and reputation in the underworld.

But now they huddle together like quails, their eyes filled with unease and fear.

Although a group of elite thugs, each armed with guns, had gathered outside the gate, and these men were all battle-hardened veterans, some even retired from the battlefield, this setup did not give them any sense of security.

The cause of all this is just one person.

But in the eyes of this group, it was not a human being at all, but a devil, a devil that crawled out of hell.

Because these people had watched some videos before they arrived.

Some of the footage was recorded by the chest cameras of other gang members, while others were recorded by the car cameras of the finishers. But the owners of all these things were dead, leaving only these images to tell others what kind of trouble they had gotten themselves into.

372 people!

This is a rough estimate from two hours ago, as many more people have been swallowed up by Chicago's dark alleyways and have not yet been tallied.

From nightfall onward, the city began to devour lives at a rate that instilled fear in these once-wise and knowledgeable bigwigs.

That was a feeling they had forgotten after they rose to high positions.

That feeling is called death.

"he……"

One of them had barely uttered a single word when everyone stared at him and shut him up. The morale of the people in this place was so low that even realizing it was just a nickname could instill fear.

Fear is most likely to trigger irrational behavior.

But soon, they no longer needed to feel that fear.

because……

"Excuse me, were you involved in the attack on Golden Wind today?"

Before they knew it, Mo Jiang had appeared in front of their gate.

The henchmen outside the door fell silent, the blood beneath their feet seeping into the room and staining the carpet red.

It was like a blood-soaked hell.

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Author's note: Thank you to [Custom], [Darkness], and [Non-White] for the donations.

96. You think you'll be safe just by hiding in a vehicle?

"Excuse me, were you involved in the attack on Golden Wind today?"

"I am now here to repay the gifts you have given me."

"Kill him!!!"

They didn't listen to Mo Jiang at all. After Mo Jiang moved away from the doorway, the people inside pulled the trigger and unleashed a barrage of fire.

For high-ranking members or leaders of gangs, guns are never out of their sight.

They refused to believe it; even the most ruthless person is still flesh and blood and only has one life.

When a bullet collides with flesh, the bullet will never be the one to lose.

This is the truth of the world.

But today, right now, this "truth" that people firmly believed in has been shattered at this very moment.

Light!

A crimson streak of light, like the glow of a living thing, flashed by, and then all they could hear was the sound of bullets falling onto the blanket.

To be precise, it was the sound of a bullet cut in half falling onto a blanket.

That was something no human being could do, yet it was happening right before their eyes at that very moment.

"Firearms cannot provide you with sufficient safety."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Jiang disappeared from everyone's sight. Did he run away?

Do not!

He didn't know when he had appeared behind a gunman; he only heard a hissing sound, as if something was being torn apart.

Something was indeed torn apart; it was a human body. After the sword shadow flashed so fast it was almost invisible, the gunman's body instantly exploded into countless small pieces.