Chapter 539

The parish of Aisoras in the Western Hills.

Outside a remote and barren valley, the four of them stood on the mountain wearing dark robes, overlooking the group of people holding the ceremony below.

These people are old and young. Most of the transcendent sequences they practice are angelic sequences, and their breath is disordered. At this moment, an old man who is surrounding the central open space seems to be listening to his teachings.

His eye sockets were sunken, his face was withered, his phalanges were crooked, he was holding a crooked wooden staff in his hand, and wearing a white robe, he was depicting a completely different new world like the person below.

Then there were bursts of cheers from the surrounding crowd, and those crazy eyes all showed that they had already lost their minds at this moment. And the whole scene is also filled with a twisted and strange atmosphere.

"This seems to be an important stronghold." The Black Bull said in a low voice.

"Yes, it seems that we caught a big fish this time." The 'Red Hat' said, pressing the brim on his head.

There was another commotion in the venue below, and a group of people with their wrists tied up came up. They were panicking at the moment, struggling to look around, but a group of people around looked at them miserably.

The group of people was taken to the center of the venue, and then several masked religious people stepped forward, and a distorted phantom of chaos appeared in their hands. Although its shape was small and weak, it was enough for these ordinary people. deadly.

These people are going to corrupt the group of people who are betting, and then select the lucky ones who survived as their companions.

Seeing this scene in the distance, the 'red hat' put on white gloves on his hands and said slowly.

"Kill them all."

"There is no reason for redemption."

After speaking, the four separated and approached the valley below from four directions. They will surround this stronghold of several hundred people.

In the valley, they shouted and praised the gods, surrounded the bonfire, waving their arms along the strange beat, their faces were frantic and excited, and their mouths shouted judgment and transcendence, a kind of strange satisfaction and madness.

At the same time, among these gathered extraordinary people, the extraordinary core in the body is also undergoing some changes, and there is a kind of morbid exuberance.

Roland Hill fell silently and slowly from the hillside, standing in the shadows, looking at the scene ahead. A nauseous feeling of disgust rose in my heart, as if I was facing something filthy.

Still don't like this twisted stuff.

She sighed in her heart, put the doll in her arms aside, and took out a huge silver sickle from the ring.

This was recently exchanged by the 'Red Hat' at the headquarters with the contribution of the team. The quality is a rare pearl level, a special weapon specially designed for Chaos Phantom, with special effects of purifying and destroying souls.

[Scythe of the Moon (rare pearl grade): The blade of the scythe is made of pure silver, and its handle is made of holy wood, which can purify uncleanness and evil, and has special effects on the soul and spirit body. harm. In addition, the sickle is also engraved with the inscription pattern of the angel sequence, which can perform special moves when activated.

Although the contribution required for this scythe was expensive, 'Red Hat' considered Rochelle to rescue the 'Makeup Artist' and the 'Black Bull', so he gave it to her anyway.

‘As a captain, there must be a clear distinction between rewards and punishments. ' he said at the time.

So, Roland Hill had to accept the other party's kindness, but now this sickle is really easy to use.

There was a roar from the mountain col in the opposite west, and then a pale sword light swept across, breaking through the night sky, and a howling and fighting sound came.

The battle on the opposite side seems to have begun, and that sound is probably a black bull. Roland Hill clenched the handle of the scythe in one hand and touched the black cloth covering her face with the other hand. After calming her emotions, she walked out slowly.

The gray boots stepped on the dead branches on the ground, making a slight noise, and stepped forward, revealing a little indigo skirt from the dark robe. The scythe like a silver moon reflects the brilliance of water in the firelight.

The dozen or so 'backlighters' nearby turned around after hearing the slight sound, and saw the stranger who suddenly appeared. Although they didn't know who this young girl was, the iconic dark robe was no longer needed. Talk a lot.

"This... here too!"

Looking at the sudden appearance of the adjudication division staff, the original fanatical emotions seemed to be poured with cold water. Despite their fanatical pursuit of gods, they gradually learned during this period of confrontation that once this group of black-robed men appeared, it would mean killing and death.

The Judgment Division, as an organization that cleans up worms within the church, generally does not take action, but once they show up, it means that the killing of evil will begin.

"Ahhh-"

The irrational person did not choose to run away after the sharp fluctuations in his mood, but rushed up directly. The other party is just a person, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Some of them held swords, some held knives, some held big axes, their eyes were blood red, and they slanted and ran over on the ground. The extraordinary core after being fully stimulated brought huge power, stepping on the ground like a boulder. scroll.

The mud kicked up behind his feet splashed, and the weapon in his hand roared sharply under the night sky, carrying a mass of several hundred pounds, and rushed directly to this seemingly fragile and slender body, as if swept across tissue paper with a hammer.

Roland Hill closed his pupils slightly, let out a breath, adjusted his magic power and balance, and then——

The azure blue star-like eyes suddenly opened, and a tiny light trace flashed across, the space seemed to be fragmented.

Spray it out.

The mutilated body fell on the dark red flowing ground, making a dull sound. The silver blade fell on the ground and bounced slightly, making a metallic vibrato.

Carrying the huge sickle from which the blood beads fell, she moved forward slowly, stepping over the corpses lying on the ground, leaving behind drops of blood wrapped in dust.

"No, no, don't kill me, I was deceived, I was coerced, I am really a good person!"

A priest slumped on the ground, shrank back in fear, his eyes were terrified, and his hands and feet kept shaking.

"Sorry, it's too late."

The girl's voice was ethereal and cold. She looked at the man in front of her, analyzing the soul and extraordinary core in his body, which had been deeply polluted and distorted and could not be turned around. Even if she didn't do it, the other party would not live for half a year.

The corruption of Chaos Phantom will not be merciful just because you are its believers. It does not have such consciousness and will, and being familiar with its characteristics can only be delayed at best. Even the witch of Sequence 9, under the influence of her for many years, will have extreme temperament and gradually break down, not to mention the person in front of her.

Let him live, I'm afraid it will bring more tragedies.

As soon as the sickle handle in his hand turned, another silver light flashed, and the man in front of him was directly divided into three parts, and even his soul was torn apart and purified during the cutting.

Under the dark and dark sky, this girl in a black robe fluttered in the firelight, her figure swaying, and the sickle in her hand was like a crescent moon. Drops of blood dyed the robe a dark red color.

Its voice is like crying blood, and the cold moon bathes in red flames.

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