Chapter 867 Reputation

Jiang Cheng hooked his foot and held a wooden stick in his hand

The other disabled soldiers who noticed the situation began to shoot at him.

Jiang Cheng continued to move forward, and a light shield blocked him. At the same time, he threw the wooden stick out.

"With a scream, a disabled soldier's head was hit by a wooden stick, and his brains were flying out.

Jiang Cheng casually pulled out a disabled soldier's head, and used it fiercely. The head pierced through the disabled soldier's fierce chest, and the head continued to fly with a "thump" sound, deeply inserted into the tree trunk behind him.

A disabled soldier's body was swung up by him, and he hit the disabled soldier hard, knocking the disabled soldier into a daze.

At this time, Jiang Cheng was like a killing god!

His face was calm, even his eyes were calm, his movements were not fast, and even full of the taste of death.

Just as he raised his hands and feet, disabled soldiers kept falling to the ground and dying.

Panic appeared on the faces of the disabled soldiers. In their hearts, Jiang Cheng at this time was a killing god!

The faces of those soldiers who were shot by Jiang Cheng showed panic. They Shooting and retreating.

Want to escape?! A sneer appeared on Jiang Cheng's calm face.

He kicked and handed over a piece of metal object to the face of a disabled soldier. The force was so great that the metal object was embedded in the face of the disabled soldier.

Jiang Cheng casually threw the garbage on the ground at the disabled soldiers. He used whatever he saw. One of them was even a mop. However, in Jiang Cheng's hands, even a piece of paper could kill people. A hard wooden stick was even more of a killing weapon.

The mop nailed a disabled soldier to the wall and deeply penetrated his mop handle as if it was originally a part of his body.

The group of disabled soldiers in front of him were killed by Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng did not stop.

When passing by the bodies of the disabled soldiers, he picked up their weapons.

A disabled soldier shot at him in the room, and the bullet was hit by Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand to hold it, and then used it with ease. The left eye of the disabled soldier was pierced and he died without a sound.

A disabled soldier quietly slipped behind Jiang Cheng. He smiled, raised the rocket launcher on his shoulder, and began to aim.

Jiang Cheng didn't even turn his head back, and shot a burst of fire with his backhand, hitting the disabled soldier's head. Not far away, a Tank appeared, and the barrel was pressing down, aiming at Jiang Cheng who was moving forward.

With a "bang", the Tank opened.

In just a moment, Jiang Cheng's figure disappeared.

When he appeared again, he had appeared on the turret of the Tank. He stretched out his hand and opened the gun door of the Tank. A pack of explosives was stuffed into it. With a loud bang, the Tank was blown to pieces.

Jiang Cheng walked out of the smoke, and behind him, the remnants of the Tank were emitting a huge fire.

Jiang Cheng kept going between the houses. How many disabled soldiers died under his hands? Even he himself couldn't remember clearly. He picked up the items around him and kept killing those disabled soldiers who were worse than animals. Similarly, he didn't know how many people he taught.

His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were calm.

But as soon as he made a move, disabled soldiers would die.

Soon, there were no more living disabled soldiers in the town.

The people who were taught looked at the bodies killed by some strange monsters, and then looked at Jiang Cheng, their eyes were full of fear.

The next thing was simple. Jiang Cheng used the universe to tell these poor people that they could go home now.

People left in all directions. Before leaving, they tried to hold Jiang Cheng's hand. They didn't know how to express their gratitude. Perhaps, tears of joy were the best gift they gave to Jiang Cheng.

The last one to leave was Jiang Cheng.

He looked at the town in front of him, which was now as quiet as death, and turned away.

He just couldn't figure it out.

In the following days, Jiang Cheng kept appearing in every corner of the planet Sek. He kept killing those oppressed people in Kutong. Countless cruel elders died in his hands. What he didn't know was that his reputation had spread on the planet Sek. The people of Kutong regarded him as a star and the patron saint of the people, while those cruel elders regarded Jiang Cheng as a terrifying existence. Their superiors even gave up Neijiang and held a meeting in the secret space. At this meeting, they reached an agreement that their current common goal was to eradicate this unknown person.

But, how could they feel?

Jiang Cheng still kept running around on the planet Sek. His face was still so calm, without evil or joy, and his hands were still so clean, but the white shirt he wore was stained with all kinds of dirt, red blood, black smoke, green grass juice, and some other strange colors.

Jiang Cheng didn't have time to care about these. He was killing people and people.

Every time he killed a bad guy, he could save more good people.

Bad guys deserved to die!

During his killing, there were frightened elders begging him. They knelt on the ground, crying, and kept repeating the words of begging him, hoping that he would let them live. They obviously forgot the sins they had committed. Maybe they just shot a villager, robbed a town, or raped a woman.

Jiang Cheng spared no one!

Whether they were resisting or begging, they died in his hands one by one.

He was not moved.

Jiang Cheng's reputation on the planet Sek was getting bigger and bigger!

The people of Yintong were of course very happy. For them, in such a time of fighting and separation, such a person who could protect and save them was so lucky. He was simply a messenger sent by their God. No, he was God.

Jiang Cheng didn't know that there were really many ordinary people - not just those who were saved by him - who asked painters or sculptors to draw his image on paper or carve it into a statue and worship it devoutly at home. Some poets or writers wrote his name and his heroic and loving deeds in books. As long as there were people gathering, this person from an alien planet, perhaps he was really a god, was always a topic of discussion. People talked about him in a passionate tone and praised him. At the same time, he was given several new titles by those enthusiastic people - "the protector of the planet Sek", "the defender of peace", etc.

Since there are people who love him so much, there will also be many people who hate him to the core. They don't know the name of this alien, so they call him "Death". Their hatred for him is so strong that they want to get rid of him as soon as possible.