Chapter 355 Kill them all (3)

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Sesima frowned, and the muscles in her shoulders and back tightened. Mr. Z, who was slightly inferior in sequence and spirituality, was immediately suppressed.

Of course Maria knew that the other party could not sit still and wait for death, but just when she was about to repeat her old trick and use "bribery" to make the other party lose the idea of ​​resistance, her mind was strangely dizzy for a few seconds, and she stayed uncontrollably.

In situ.

The luck that Admisor managed to bestow upon me has now run out?

Maria suddenly realized why she felt dizzy, but then, her condition seemed to suddenly decline a lot, and she felt tired and uncomfortable as if she had experienced excessive spiritual loss in a short period of time. The edges of her body appeared.

Blurred, with weird shadows appearing.

Does the Night Path have effects on luck and destiny? She thought in shock, no wonder good luck is consumed so quickly!

"Damn."

In the shadow of a corner, feeling his flesh and blood magic retreating steadily under the power of tranquility, Mr. Z, who was hiding, thought angrily - "If I were in better condition and applied for promotion this year, maybe I wouldn't be in trouble now."

That’s it!”

At the moment when the new faces on the shoulders froze, Crestel Sesima swung the bone sword violently and dug out the affected flesh and blood from his body! The flesh and blood struggled to fall down unwillingly,

In the process of falling, I was so peaceful that all my spirituality was dissipated.

, turned into ashes. Immediately afterwards, Sesima's expression became slightly distorted, and the clothes on his ribs seemed to be bulged a bit by something. The bloody shoulder stopped bleeding in a short period of time.

But strangely, some black hair grew out.

Even the legs and arms on his hands from the previous battle seemed to have returned to normal, almost back to their original state!

"You deserve to be treated with the utmost respect."

His voice also became a little weird, like the roar of some kind of wild beast.

Crestel Sesima did not feel angry. The more pressure the battle put on him, the calmer his heart and thoughts became. The wound now had a vague sting, like a soldering iron that was still warm.

Like sticking to the shoulder and back of the "Goddess Sword".

Maria wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. She didn't know whether it was painful or weak: "Does this make sense? I don't know why I want to fight you. In fact, there is no such blood feud between us. I am not your enemy.

, but you will kill me even if you lose control."

Therefore, Maria guessed that there would probably be no reinforcements coming.

"You have to hold on even if you can't hold on. You've done a great job." Maria whispered, "But you have to hold on for a while longer..."

"Miss……"

Is this the true face of the sacred object?

Maria's eyes were uncontrollably attracted to the bone sword whose light became darker. She was not frightened by Crestel Sesima's aura, but she also remained vigilant rather than arrogant.

The life-and-death battle once again became chilling.

Because countless weird and crazy hallucinations erupted before his eyes and in his mind, even the devout believers who listened to the true Creator’s ravings from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6 could not bear it, because these hallucinations were not only dangerous, but also had many things he desired.

The good part.

"Werewolf."

Now that things have developed like this, there is nothing to hesitate about anymore.

Someone discovered me? Someone attacked me? Mr. Z's will that was on the verge of being broken managed to gather itself together. His flesh-and-blood eyes opened and he observed the surrounding situation - who found my location? Who is it? Which part of my body is it?

Partially destroyed?

His breathing stopped momentarily, and an invisible hand grabbed Mr. Z's throat.

"You will become a monster."

"Your Excellency Sesima is still breathing!"

...In other words, there is not a single living secret prayer person in the straight line distance from here to the location of the Dark Saint.

Ordinary, just like some unlit corners in daily life, rooms without lights, night streets without candles. Ordinary, just like a small alley you accidentally glimpsed while walking on the road. There are no gas street lamps in the alley, nor any other lights.

Light source, you are standing in the dim light of the street lamp, and the alley is dark and deep, giving people infinite fear, as if it leads to another world.

The blade seemed to become extremely heavy, and he had to hold it with both hands. Every movement felt more powerful than before.

"Sword of the Goddess" then raised the bone sword in his hand, pointed it forward, and let out a shapeless roar in his throat:

Mr. Z painfully turned into a puddle of flesh and blood fused in the shadows. His facial features, limbs and internal organs were completely scattered together, and the whole person was as if it had been run over by a giant wheel more than ten times. His eyes were stuck in the lungs.

Nearby, I watched the lungs rise and breathe, and watched the dense

The alveoli were congested and ruptured, and then a slightly heavy breathing sound came from the throat next to his ears. The smell of blood gradually appeared in his mouth and tongue where he didn't know where to go. Then his heartbeat accelerated and he began to cough - although everything was messy.

, but still working normally.

The breeze blew into the room, and Crestel Sesima walked over step by step, holding the sword in both hands and hanging it slantingly at his side.

Maria stared closely at the green eyes of the "Sword of the Goddess", and a breeze blew past them. In the only weak light of the gas lamp, the shadows of the two of them projected on the wall were violently distorted, and the shadows alternated from time to time.

Intertwined, sometimes separated, fighting fiercely on the wall like their owners.

Maria has only an extremely weak advantage over Crestel Sesima. This advantage is due to the rules she established in the East District. Without the sealed artifact, her advantage may be negated at any time with almost no negative impact.

The holy object with effect covers it.

Beautiful, beautiful... when I was pulled up from the mud by the divine messenger and led to participate in the Aurora Society for the first time...

The members of the Red Gloves also knew that believers of the True Creator were often mentally tough enough to be unimaginable, and could even be said to be the strongest among the twenty-two paths. Therefore, they did not try to put Mr. Z to sleep with gentle hallucinations and peaceful songs.

Instead, he launched an extremely violent nightmare attack, intending to directly defeat the powerful spirit and tear the opponent's memory and spirit into pieces in the dream.

"And you will die."

she said suddenly.

He saw the two figures falling slowly. The tip of the broken bone sword pierced the throat of the wolf-like man, and the middle end of the bone sword penetrated Maria's heart.

If Admissor is lucky enough, he will definitely come back after everything here is over. If it has been more than ten minutes and no one has come to help, it means that Mr. Z’s information has been blocked and may not come back at all.

Not passed on...

While brutally killing the betrayers and sacrifices... When after completing the mission, bathing in blood and praying in front of the statue of the Lord...

Crestel Sesima's aura also suddenly changed.

...when bathing in the warm sunshine...when the children in the chapel who believe in the Lord are reciting epic stories...

Countless fragmentary images flashed quickly before his eyes, as if he had experienced life and death countless times in a very short period of time.

The world became darker and more unclear, and night pressed in front of her.

Maria would never sit still and wait for death. She tried her best to drive her body, squeezing out the last bit of strength from her flesh, flesh and every cell. She had no sealed artifacts and no extraordinary abilities, so she could only use her fighting skills as much as possible.

to make up for it, fortunately she is fighting

He has rich experience in this field. Crestel Sesima waved the blade equally ferociously, his movements limping, because any more abuse of the power of the holy sword to repair broken bones and damaged internal organs would only make him more like a monster.

, his breath was filled with blood, and the broken ribs stabbed into his abdomen.

"yes!"

And the situation is still getting worse.

A piece of squirming flesh the size of a thumb cap was hidden on Maria's temple, like a puddle of bright red jelly. There were three irregular holes on the jelly, two small and one large. At this moment, these holes were weirdly twisted,

Like a person's face.

After saying that, she simply twisted the wounds on her waist and abdomen, forcibly connected the disconnected blood vessels and muscle tissue, and then looked at Crestel, who had almost completely transformed into a monster with thick hair.

·Sesima.

Sometimes, the movement of one of the shadows slows down, and the other shadow immediately pursues the victory, but in the next moment the light and the thin light and shadow brought by the swing of the holy sword flicker into one piece, the power and distortion of the disaster are intertwined, and the sharp sword

The blade cuts through the blockade.

"There are no signs of extraordinary characteristics being released from the holy object! Your vital signs are also very stable! - Quick! Send Your Excellency Sesima back quickly! Maybe we can still be saved!"

Stained with blood, two pairs of similar eyes held the same madness and determination.

"Remember to reclaim the cultists' extraordinary properties."

After being assigned to Backlund East District, when he was shocked by Maria's power and tried to have a good relationship with her... After the Lord restored the glory... When those workers showed admiration and love for themselves instead of fear

…

the other side.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his mind. This feeling was very familiar to him. It was the feeling of a part of the body being destroyed.

When killing people...when they are afraid...when they are worried that they will not be able to advance to Sequence 8 within a year...

But the darkness in front of me was different, even very ordinary.

The two of them were closely attached to each other. They had long since given up their flashy extraordinary abilities, which were no longer important supports. The final result could only be determined through battle.

"...that's what it means."
To be continued...