Chapter 121 Forced Killing

The flags with holy swords engraved on them fluttered.

Outside the temple, there were a large number of ordinary believers kneeling, all of them were old, young, women and children, with weak souls, no martial arts skills, and at the bottom of the system of the gods.

They didn't even have the opportunity to enter the temple to worship the gods, and in special periods they would be directly sent to the altar as tribute.

But even so, they were still full of piety and fanaticism.

In terms of the degree of mental control, the God of Light was more domineering than the God of Flesh and Blood.

While observing, Qi Sui radiated his mental power and approached the direction of the temple carefully.

Everything was fine.

However, when the distance was about 500 meters, an invisible wave rushed into his mind like an electric shock, causing his mind to be temporarily paralyzed.

"It's going to be bad!"

Qi Sui was shocked.

He immediately realized that he had broken into a certain field barrier.

Because the other party's mental attribute strength was far above his own, his mental perception was unaware of it.

As expected, a patrol team composed entirely of martial artists quickly approached this side.

They all wore silver leather robes with the logo of silver lightning and shining holy sword on them, which was a status symbol of the "missionary" profession.

Ordinary believers looked at them with only reverence and desire.

Only by becoming a "missionary" can one be qualified to further serve the Lord God.

"Stop, who are you? Uncover your robe!"

The middle-aged man in the lead shouted sternly.

The deep inner strength light and shadow shone under his skin. After repeated condensation, the inner strength became surging and incomparably strong, and he had already stepped into the threshold of "Sun Realm".

"Sun Realm" is only responsible for patrolling the periphery of the small temple.

This is simply an incredible thing in the extraordinary era of the decline of gods.

Qi Sui was dazed.

The muscles under the robe were tightening little by little.

He did not rush to do it, but laughed heartily: "Brother, why do you have to be a dog for the Lord of Light when you can do something else?"

"Heretic!"

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he shouted at the same time: "Surround him, don't let him run away, send this ignorant fool to the Lord to confess his sins."

Several "missionaries" behind him lit up their inner strength lights and shadows.

They surrounded Qi Sui in the middle.

"Huh? Heretic? Look at me with your dog eyes, am I a heretic?"

Qi Sui sneered, his spine on the back was slightly hot, and his eyes were filled with a faint red blood mist.

He slowly took off the brim of his hat, and a handsome, fierce and slightly immature face was exposed in front of everyone.

However, there were strange red "divine patterns" on his face, and a scarlet vertical pupil protruded from his eyebrows, which seemed to be blinking with a unique consciousness.

He found out the method of changing some facial features by stimulating the spine after his profession [Berserker Tyrant] reached level 4.

"You are..."

The middle-aged man's killing intent paused, and hesitantly said: "Are you a missionary from the God of Flesh and Blood? What are you doing in our God of Light's territory?"

Qi Sui felt a little heavy.

He guessed right!

In the eyes of these gods' believers, ordinary people are like untamed heretics, who are either strangled to death or forced to surrender. Some women are kept in captivity like livestock and used as reproductive machines to feed the gods.

The believers of other gods are more like foreigners.

Although they are not welcome, they will not have a strong killing intention.

"Are the people in Vegas so domineering? Is it not okay to come here for tourism and sightseeing?"

"I'm sorry, we don't welcome you here. Please leave this city as soon as possible, otherwise we will keep you even if you offend Lord Amayimon!" The middle-aged man issued an order to expel them.

If they were ordinary "missionaries" of the gods, they would be killed.

But Amayimon's strength among the gods can be ranked in the forefront. Although not as good as the Lord of Light Vegas, it is not much worse.

Therefore, they don't want to cause trouble to their Lord unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Hmph, go if you want, but one day, the light of my Flesh and Blood God will be sprinkled in every corner of this star."

Qi Sui showed a strong piety on his face: "I will take away the hundreds of people you don't want over there!"

"Where are the hundreds of people?"

The middle-aged man originally had a disdainful expression, and suddenly became nervous: "I warn you, plundering people within the territory of other gods is a capital crime that touches the bottom line!"

Population is an extremely important resource in the eyes of gods.

"No, no, why rush! Just a few hundred people, we in the Flesh and Blood Church don't even look at them!"

Qi Sui's face was sarcastic, and then he pointed casually at an abandoned residential manor in the distance, and said coldly: "It's over there. When I came here, most of the people I bumped into were women. I thought they were resources abandoned by you!"

"Which god would abandon a woman who can give birth to a child?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly, and his tone became hurried: "Brother, take us there to see. If it is true, you will be rewarded generously!"

Different gods have different means of ruling.

Some gods are more relaxed and free in their territories. As long as you don't leave the territory casually and cause population loss, it's up to you whether you are willing to believe in the gods. No high pressure or coercion will be adopted.

Perhaps it is because the power of faith obtained by voluntary worship is more pure and condensed.

And the Lord of Light Vegas is more ruthless.

For the worthless old people, they are usually abandoned in the city and left to fend for themselves, and women who are in their childbearing years will be controlled and raise people for it day and night.

If not, Huang Tiaotiao would not have lived so miserably.

"It's right here. Since they are all rats that you haven't found, I don't mind doing some favors."

Qi Sui said in a relaxed and friendly tone, walking in front to lead the way.

Several people followed him without any suspicion and walked out of the area, getting farther and farther away from the temple.

Mainly because of Qi Sui's strength, which was at the level of a martial artist, it really made people unable to raise any defensive psychology.

A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the middle-aged man in the lead.

If he could capture some women for the temple, he would not only have the opportunity to enjoy them, but also make a great contribution.

Maybe he could take this opportunity to become an "oracle" in the realm of a martial artist!

With this in mind, his Qi Sui's eyes became more and more pleasing to the eye.

"Brother, are you interested in leaving the Flesh and Blood Cult and joining our Lord Vegas, the God of Light?"

"I heard that your territory is all in the north, remote and cold, how can it compare to our warm and livable south? And to be disrespectful, Lord Flesh and Blood is inferior to Lord Vegas in terms of strength and realm!"

"With your strength, it's not a problem for you to become a missionary here. Lord Vegas is cruel, but he treats missionary-level humans much better. Resources? Women? Pick whatever you want!"

"You may not know that before the gods came, I was a martial arts coach. My income was not low, but I definitely couldn't live the life of a superior person."

"Back then, I I have been pursuing a daughter of a big family, but that bitch never looked me in the eye. After the gods came, although her parents were martial arts masters, they were stubborn and unwilling to give up their dark ways and worship Lord Vegas. "

"In the end, they were crushed to death by the gods like a stink bug, and then... their daughter fell into my hands."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that temper is really fierce, she refused to obey, I like this kind of thing, I have to force it... Then the girl bit her tongue and committed suicide at the last moment."

At the end, the middle-aged man's expression became extremely obscene, and he couldn't help but hook Qi Sui's shoulders, licking his lips with his tongue, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of that time.

But he didn't notice that Qi Sui's eyes gradually became cold and cold.

The thick blood mist in his pupils almost escaped.

The muscles under the robe twitched slightly, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

Finally, a group of people stepped into this once high-end residential area, completely blocking their sight.

"Do you feel proud to be a beast?"

Qi Sui's cold words interrupted the man's lewd smile.

The middle-aged man's facial muscles were stiff, and he realized something was wrong. He slowly let go of Qi Sui's shoulders and looked around: "Brother, we have different preferences, so don't force it. Where are those women you mentioned? Where are they? I'll catch them!"

"Who the hell is your brother!"

"Fuck you!"

Qi Sui's condensed anger completely broke out at this moment.

[Super Metabolism l] lv4, start!

The heart was like a heavy drum beating on the battlefield, a large amount of plasma burst out and merged into the body, the skin was stained with blood and the light and shadow of internal strength, the pores of the whole body opened, and a large amount of hot blood and qi erupted.

The body muscles expanded like an inflated balloon, the top was directly torn, and a human-shaped brown bear of nearly 2.3 meters rose from the ground.

"You..."

The middle-aged man's face changed wildly. He just wanted to distance himself when he saw the other party swinging his right fist without any fancy moves.

The loud elephant roared in the night, and a giant elephant phantom appeared behind him.

The right arm was like a cast steel, and the muscles glued to it were lifted up layer by layer of continuous flesh waves.

Snap——

It was like the sound of a watermelon falling on the ground.

Red and white things splashed out.

A body directly destroyed above the neck stood stiffly in the cold wind.

At the same time, in the blood mist that exploded, a strange silver bug flapped its wings to escape, but was tightly clamped by two fingers that reached over.

Qi Sui looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, his face heavy, and crushed it.

Green blood dripped from his fingertips.

Qi Sui spread his hands and faced the missionaries who had not yet recovered, showing his white and neat teeth, a standard devilish smile: "Now, it's your turn, you beasts!"

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