The ringtone is crisp and light, refreshing, and the echo is endless, with a hint of strange sacredness... When he heard this sound, Su Zhou, who was originally pretending to be calm, immediately raised his head and listened carefully.

He was sure that this was some kind of alienation and improved "spiritual sound"!

"It's finally started!"

"The star body has finally moved to the right direction!"

The members of the prayer club who obviously knew the deeper internal news immediately showed joy. They immediately left their work and rushed towards the "Prayer Hall" deep in the cave. Those who wanted to ask Su Zhou's origin did not have time to procrastinate. At most, they looked at the boy with the same smile strangely and turned around and left.

Su Zhou naturally did not stand still. He put down the cart in his hand, moved forward with the flow of people, and then slowly slowed down, stayed at the end, silently remembering the direction they were heading.

Soon, when no one else appeared in the corridors on both sides and there was no footsteps behind him, Su Zhou turned directly and walked towards the unmanned warehouse area.

The corridor is not long. In order to facilitate storage and withdrawal, the material warehouse was not located deep in the corridor. Instead, it found an underground cave to be renovated. With the mine lights, it arrived in less than half a minute.

You can see that this is a large underground cave, a semicircular hall made of artificially polished. In all directions of the hall, several areas are cut with wooden railings, and a large amount of compressed food, water tanks for storing water purification, various tools, mine suits, compressed oxygen cylinders, as well as spare cables and engineering electronic parts.

Su Zhou could even see the sound of the generator running not far away here, and his eyes lit up. I thought that the prayer meeting was built on it to lay the mine lamps. If it was destroyed here, the prayer meeting that lost the light in the depths of the cave would also fall into a certain degree of chaos. Of course, it was equivalent to reminding the other party, which was both pros and cons and was not very desirable.

In short, his first purpose is not this.

Bypassing several tool boxes scattered on the ground, Su Zhou walked around a few times and came to a hidden cave on the side of the storage hall. He strided into it.

Then, what caught my eye were rows of neatly arranged weapons!

This is an arsenal!

"There is no guard? It's indeed a loose mysterious organization, the same case that my father told me!"

Su Zhou glanced away with a glance and felt happy.

He could see that there were pistols, rifles, and submachine guns here. Although they should be retired weapons from various countries, they were well maintained... On the other side, there were dangerous signs marked on the wooden box and were placed separately. If it were others, they might be confused, but Su Zhou could see at a glance that there should be grenades inside, and if he guessed correctly, it should be the wooden handle grenade of Zhengguo!

In addition, there are bulletproof vests, cold weapons, military stings, short knives, gas masks, etc., and even crossbows. They are packed in boxes, next to them are clusters of arrows of different shapes.

Seeing these weapons, Su Zhou couldn't help but look happy, but it was even more exaggerated. As soon as he looked up, he was stunned because there was a long tube-shaped, black tube placed there on the innermost side of the various weapons.

Ross Country's RPG-7?!

Single-soldier rocket-propelled grenade, the world's simplest infantry anti-armor weapon, a weapon that even African black uncles will use!

Seeing it, Su Zhou's breathing became heavier, and he hurried forward.

RPG is not uncommon, and it is not surprising that the power of the Lian Prayer Association can achieve this, but... are they planning to directly fight a small-scale encounter with the Shan government once exposed? And how did this be transported?

"The local official will definitely be infectious with prayer."

Fortunately, he said to himself that Su Zhou began to check the situation of this RPG and warhead.

But upon checking, there was a question mark on the top of the head - this box of warheads either caused moisture from the launching medicine or caused distortion of the tail. The members of the prayer meeting seemed to have not taken good care of them at all, but bought them and placed them aside to get moisture from the moisture.

There were 40 rockets in total, only one was considered intact. The others were either only flying a few meters and exploding their own people, or after launching, the trajectory was comparable to that of the Zhuguo Brownian Movement Bullet!

"But enough!"

With this killing weapon, Su Zhou's eyes were filled with joy.

These guys from the prayer meeting were really well prepared, but now, these are mine!

Put on the bulletproof vest and the mine safety helmet, Su Zhou put the magazine on his back, put the submachine gun on his chest, pinned a short knife on his waist, and there were several wooden grenades hanging next to him... In just a few minutes, he, fully armed, pulled the bolt and the RPG launcher was on his back. Su Zhou sneered and walked out of the arsenal and strode towards the prayer hall.

——All kinds of martial arts are all armed!

Su Zhou quickly went to the depths of the cave, and along the way, he could see that the corridor began to become old, and there were fewer and fewer artificial traces recently, and even large murals began to appear on both sides.

On both sides of the corridor deep in the cave, you can see some simple images outlined by simple graphite. These ancient murals undoubtedly attracted Su Zhou's attention. He moved forward along the direction of the murals and observed the contents of the murals.

The murals are not big or exquisite, and the content is scattered and the style is inconsistent. They seem to be drawn by many people, each of them. If they do not conduct special research, ordinary people may not be able to understand the content of the murals, let alone understand them.

But Su Zhou ran all the way and looked at it continuously, but he could vaguely understand the meaning.

This is a story of an ancient ancestor worshipping the holy snake.

In ancient times, there was a group of ancestors who worshipped the wisdom and power of the snakes. Of course, the so-called holy snake is different from the real snakes today. On the murals, the so-called "snake" is nothing more than a black line that is winding in the sky and underground, sometimes thin and sometimes thick, and is indefinite. It is not so much a snake as a random black line.

The "holy snake" represented by this line means a powerful force, which can determine the prosperity of the tribe, the settlement of rain and dew, the breeding of herds and animals, and even the victory or defeat of war.

The shape of the snake is so changeable that it has its traces in the West, in the East, in the North, in the South, and even outside the world. And its shape is also changeable, with seven heads, eight heads, nine heads, hundreds, thousands of heads, and the form does not affect power, nor does it symbolize the name.

——The Holy Snake Spirit represents wisdom and authority, immortality and reincarnation, and is the existence of the "soul of the world"!

And at this moment, in the prayer hall.

In the ancient obsidian hall, a large number of members of the prayer meeting were surrounding a circle connecting the ends and ends. They were holding secret seals and chanting mantras, and worshiping the "Void Code" on the altar in the center.

On the altar, the leader of the prayer meeting generation, a white-haired and white-bearded Bedouin was dissecting a two-headed python that was eleven meters long. His eyes were indifferent and calmly used the obsidian knife that was lingering in green light to cut open the scales of the python. The python was strangely not struggling, as if it was frightened by some kind of terrifying pressure higher than life.

Soon, the leader of Bedouin took out the snake's heart and used his heart and blood as ink to draw runes in the air. The dark red blood full of spiritual condensation in the air and turned into dense runes, vaguely forming a big snake holding its tail and surrounding its body into a circle.

As the mantras were recited, the voices of the members of the prayer meeting echoed in the ancient underground caves. You could see layers of light, and many "spiritualities" floated from everyone and finally gathered directly above the magic circle.

These spiritualities are like swimming fireflies, attracted by a huge vacuum hole. They spontaneously thrown into the ringed snake, like fuel, quickly ripening it. Soon, as the snake blood spreads, forming a circular formation surrounding the entire prayer hall, a phantom of a giant snake that swallows and is born by itself began to emerge. He turned, bringing a tornado-like wind to rotate in the hall, sounding a comfortable and pleasant sound, as if it was about to descend and turn into substance.

And in this almost substantial phantom, a little blood light like a gem is gradually growing and growing!

"Okay... the ritual is very successful... hurry up, go and bring all the 'offer'!"

The Bedouin leader looked happy and ordered loudly: "First go to the 'blood offering', then go to the 'spirit offering' - the great holy snake spirit will come today and give us the rank of eternal life!"

"eternal life!"

In the spiritual language of the "mantra", the fanatical shouts sounded at the same time, like a wave. When he heard the command of the leader, several members who were originally on the edge of the ritual turned their heads, opened the door of the prayer hall, and brought various offerings to be placed in the cave next to him.

Zhu's native Sukra stood on the inside of the ritual, and he was also chanting the mantra, looking forward to the scene, the blood that was constantly nurturing.

——The blood of the holy snake spirit, the blood of eternal life—

Even if ordinary people get it, they can transcend the world and have the potential to achieve immortality in the next new era!

However, for some reason, the people who transported the offerings were slow to come. The originally happy leader Bedouin's face changed, from strange, angry, cold, to the end of frowning and suspicion. The members of the prayer meeting also became a little distracted due to long-term chanting of mantras. The art of combining mantras began to be a little distracted. The phantom of the giant snake that was about to condense into substance has gradually become illusory.

But just so happened that at this moment, the door opened and the door of the prayer hall slowly opened, which immediately made everyone feel a little relieved.

However, what followed was not a cart loaded with offerings, but—

Grenade!

Huhu--With everyone's stunned gaze, four wooden grenades were almost thrown into the prayer hall at the same time, and then - exploded in the air!

Boom boom boom boom!!!

The violent explosion accompanied by shock wave shock, killing more than a dozen cultists who were close to each other in an instant. The subsequent flying shrapnel made the entire hall full of wailing and pain, and the sound of crying father and mother was connected, but this was not the end! A few seconds after the explosion slowed down, a figure rolled and jumped into the door. The figure picked up the submachine gun on his chest without hesitation, pressed the trigger without compassion, and began to shoot at all the moving creatures in the hall!

"Times have changed! The madmen of the strange organization!"

Da da da da da da da da da!

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with flying fire!
Chapter completed!