Second World Book

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This man doesn't even have a name, only a serial number. He was created by Lin Mo with the technology of transforming the soul + righteous bones. He has the talents of management, battle, overall planning, and employment, and his own strength is not inferior to the captain-level Death God.

Although this is not Lin Mo's own hometown, he still decided to help when he saw that the people were in dire straits, their lives were devastated, and their eyes were full of desolation, like a hell on earth.

After finishing the order, Lin Mo left in an instant, and appeared on the northern border the next moment. Although Xu's souls were collected, there was still a shortage of humans. In the border area, there were some barbarians who drank blood.

Now after the civil war, the entire empire is weak, and the barbaric races around it are bound to be ready to move. As soon as they arrived at the border area, they saw hundreds of thousands of barbarians in wild boar skins dragging their families southward, ready to swallow up mountains and rivers, but the border guards turned a blind eye and let them go.

The great rivers and mountains are ours! Women are free to... The leader, Rat Tail, was motivating the morale, and the eyes of the barbarian soldiers turned green, and their voices flowed all over the place.

However, Lin Mo recalled very bad memories. He hadn't seen them before, but now...

Death! A cold light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, the entire space was cut through, turning into terrifying space folds and ripples, and wherever it passed, the earth and air collapsed.

...What...? The natural disaster was caught off guard, and those barbarians were just about to fight a big battle. Unexpectedly, the sky and the earth suddenly fell, and the rocks collapsed and rolled, rushing like a tsunami.

Run!

Help, ah, ah...

Facing such a terrifying 'natural disaster', how could flesh and blood fight against it?

The first thought was to run, but unfortunately, let alone two legs, it was useless to evolve into a crab, and was quickly swallowed by the torrent. Hundreds of thousands of people, including the people on the city wall, all turned into Flour.

This wave of rockslides has been flattened for thousands of kilometers and finally crushed the Greater Khingan Mountains and the Outer Mongolia region before gradually subsiding, and finally piled up into a thousand-foot mountain range that stretched for thousands of kilometers and turned into a natural moat.

To destroy you alien races, there is no psychological pressure at all. Lin Mo said indifferently, the empty shell jade in his hand floated out, and the crushed remnants of the soul were filtered, and the source of the soul was absorbed, and the jade of human collapse was completed.

Now that the goal was achieved, Lin Mo didn't intend to stay, and opened the world-transmitting gate to return directly to the Soul Realm. Of course, this time's sword swing became a miracle that has been passed down for generations.

Captain! Seeing Lin Mo coming out of the world-transmitting gate, the gods of death saluted one after another.

Lin Mo nodded slightly, left straight away, and went to the headquarters.

The old man Yamamoto looked at the investigation report submitted by Lin Mo, his old face twitched a few times, and finally said: Captain Sixth, what do you think of the Quincy?

Lin Mo went to the present world to investigate and came back. It took three days to arrive, and it was written on it that Quincy and Xu Rush fought, and both sides suffered in the end. Of course, the arts and sciences were quite perfunctory, just like elementary school students writing essays.

If it was another person, old man Yamamoto really wanted to shake the other person's face.

Quincius... just so-so! Although Lin Mo was amazed at the strength of Quincy before, he would not tell old man Yamamoto.

In the written submission, both the Quincy and Xu would suffer. If there were nearly 30 captain-level death Quincies, even if a million ordinary Xu came, they would still be sending food, so there would be no way to lie.

From the perspective of the Quinciants, it should be that Xuquan dispatched more than five Valstord-level daxuans to sneak in secretly, causing their Quinciants to suffer heavy casualties and almost wiped out the group. They did not suspect Lin Mo at all.

Although the old man Yamamoto has an estimate of the strength of Quincy, he is actually not very clear about the exact number. After all, Quincy and Shinigami have no relationship at all. The main force, or the branch of the Quincy Division in country X has declined.

If it is the former, follow-up investigations are needed, and if the latter is dishonest, they can be wiped out according to the situation.

Hearing Lin Mo's answer, the old man Yamamoto waved his hand and said, Thank you, Captain Sixth Division.

If it's okay, I'll take my leave. Lin Mo said politely.

Yeah! Old man Yamamoto nodded expressionlessly.

After Lin Mo left the head office, he returned to the research institute. Lan Lan was already waiting at the door.

Teacher, you're back. Lan Lan smiled, but her heart was filled with bitterness. She came back so soon, and almost caught her by surprise.

I just went to this world to investigate a small matter. Lin Mo looked at Lan Lan indifferently and said, Did you practice calligraphy diligently in the past two days?

Teacher, this is my homework. Lan Lan hurriedly handed the text to Lin Mo.

After Lin Mo flipped through the pages, he tapped the calligraphy brush. There was still a little shi, and the handwriting was scrawled. It was obviously a temporary rush, and the text slapped Lan Lan's head.

It hurts! Lan Lan squatted with her head in her arms, her head was almost swollen from being slapped, and tears almost flowed out.

Unqualified! Go back and write it to me a thousand times. The smirk on the corner of Lin Mo's mouth disappeared in a flash. How could he dare to play tricks and not punish him?

Eh? A thousand times... Lan Lan was stupefied. She still had experiments to do, so how could she have time? She vomited bitterly.

Lin Mo said earnestly: Lan Lan, the teacher only has you as a disciple, and you can't fall into the name of being a master of calligraphy in the future! The strictness to you today is for your future success, not for those who do nothing. generation.

Lan Lan was stunned, and was almost fooled by Lin Mo, so she woke up immediately,

She worships Lin Mo's strength in her heart, and she doesn't have any respect for other aspects of being a teacher.

Besides, my cheap teacher, although his handwriting is not bad, is definitely not a master of calligraphy. At best, he is a little bit better than her, and he has the cheek to say that he can't fall into his name?

But after getting along for a period of time, Lan Lan thinks she has a little grasp of Lin Mo's temperament. At this time, it's best not to sing a different tune, otherwise it will be even worse.

Yes! Teacher, I will definitely live up to your expectations!

A child can be taught! Lin Mo patted Lan Lan's head in comfort, and turned her combed hair into a chicken nest.

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