He let out a beast-like howl and pulled the trigger.

"Bang~"

Blood splatters everywhere!

The sound of the gunshot was like a stimulus. The already fierce fire coverage of the goblins standing on both sides of Kyle became more dense. The cold rain could not extinguish the muzzle fire. The attacking goblins fell to the ground like wheat.

After they fell, undead spirits burst out of their bodies.

Kyle watched all this with cold eyes. He flipped the Scarlet Sword and swung it straight forward, killing the goblins and undead that appeared in his sight. The undead around him were also smashed into pieces by the rangers who came forward with their slime swords.

"Get the communicator," Kyle said.

Lucius trotted to his side and handed the communicator to Kyle. Kyle opened the communication channel: "The 7th Brigade, the 11th Brigade, and the 44th Brigade. After receiving the news, they will stop the petitioners from returning to defense at all costs and insist on fifteen

Minutes, we hit the jackpot.”

"Received."*3

The other party's replies came through the communicator one after another, and the next moment, the sound of the Charge came through the communicator.

A cold light flashed in Kyle's eyes, and he looked deep into the forest.

The next moment, the magic power poured into the Scarlet Sword spurted out with divine particles, breaking the restrictions of the [anti-casting field device], turning into a stream of light, sweeping across the surrounding area, and dispersing the surrounding mist.

Jonathan was stunned for a moment. His scalp was numb and he didn't even have time to think about it. He shouted loudly: "All rangers, be on alert!"

Kyle held the "Scarlet Sword" tightly and stood in front of everyone. His eyes showed the madness that danced on the tip of the sword, and his cold voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"Comrades, professionals possess superhuman strength, logic and wisdom are the foundation of our survival, and duty and dedication are our bounden duty as soldiers.

Sometimes, reason and duty conflict, but at this moment, take up arms and win this victory! It is the duty of our soldiers to conquer even though we know there is purgatory ahead..."

The ferocity in his eyes even infected all the participants. The red eyes of everyone seemed to dye the fog into the color of blood.

Kyle drew his sword, the flames on the blade burst out, and he went straight to a corner to kill: "Let these bastards see how our group of rabid dogs can tear them apart.

Hey, are you right? Grand prize, the chosen one."

At this time, the rangers wearing dark green combat uniforms were charging.

The petitioners with ghostly expressions jumped out ferociously from the surrounding area, but Kyle's sight passed through the dark forest and caught a glimpse of the black hand hidden behind the petitioners.

In an instant, there was a fight at hand-to-hand combat.

…Two minutes later, the fragmented battlefield…

"Lord..." Jonathan suppressed the pain at the corner of his mouth and pulled up a smile.

Kyle placed Jonathan hanging on his body on the ground——

He only had the upper half of his body left, but the sharp blade in his hand still stabbed him firmly, and was finally cut off in half by his sword without hesitation.

The divine particles in Kyle's body burned even more fiercely.

The slightly disappointed voice of the Chosen One came from the air: "Why..."

Mental control methods, I know, are the daily life-saving methods used by most churches before going crazy.

There will be subordinates who will be manipulated. I also know that petitioners are like a useful belief-making machine for gods. You don’t even let go of your own believers. If you are desperate, it is normal to attack the enemy.

.

I need to kill them with my own hands, I also... know.

If Gluttony Slime hadn't been able to delay their death, their lives would have been hanging until I restarted the instance.

But why——

"I have never felt that living is so painful, and I have never hated this group of brainless fanatics so much." Kyle's voice was a little hoarse, "The consciousness of starting a war in order to quell the war was what you told me...

…I really can’t regard these as games.”

The ill will towards me from my former teammates is like a bonfire in the dark, so bright, dazzling and heartbreaking.

However, they have already been prepared.

The gluttonous slime queen Esther controls the lives of all lower-level slimes, and the physical conditions of the rangers who coexist with the lower-level gluttonous slimes are indirectly controlled by Kyle.

He knew exactly who had been affected and lost control.

This is a secret that has never been revealed in this battle before, and it is also a decisive attack tailor-made for Kyle and the Ranger team to deal with the "rebellion" of the Chosen One.

The Scarlet Fantasy Sword, entwined with splashing divine particles, shimmered with light, and the surviving rangers were as silent as steel.

Just now, they successfully strangled their companions who were completely out of control. The harpoons covered with barbs were condensed by the gluttonous slimes on their bodies. They used their brute force to forcefully crash into the Chosen One.

In that twisted body of flesh and blood.

Without the influence of mental control, if this God's Chosen One wants to harm itself, it can only get close to fight or control its companions.

But as the chosen one, he never expected that this team was already determined to fight to the death.

Kill the petitioners first, then kill your compatriots. The smell of blood blooming in pain is like a wave, drowning the petitioners around you.

He swung the shattered transport vehicle aside with his hook, grabbed a corner, and shot it out like a heavy cannon. It was instantly dodged by the Chosen Ones who shuttled around. He seemed a little confused and asked again:

"Why didn't you save your comrades? The speed at which I destroyed their brains couldn't even catch up with the speed at which you killed them...Humans, I don't understand. Aren't they your compatriots?"

Kyle remained silent and carefully used the Fei Xiang Sword's perception to calculate the movement path of the God's Chosen One. Perhaps due to excessive and unbearable force, the God's Chosen One's body swelled into a big, ferocious mass.

Meat cubes.

In Kyle's opinion, one punch should have a strong impact!

He had a ferocious smile on his face, and the patterns on the treasure house of life on his head were flickering. The released divine particles were condensed into the patterns, and then activated to strengthen his body.

With this move, he felt that the muscles in his body were dissolving, and the divine particles wrapped around his fist, slamming down with a force as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering.

Even without borrowing the destructive power of the Scarlet Sword, the tense muscles all over the body were so deadly when struck out, directly hitting the brain of the chosen one.

Kyle himself didn't notice that as the punch came down, the smile on his face was as vicious as a sickle, like a wild beast.

He couldn't see his expression, but he never felt that he was more violent than at this moment.

Amidst the sound of teeth cracking and bones cracking, the God's Chosen One's head was turned over twice by the blow, and the soft and tough skin was twisted into a twist.

The next second, kicks from top to bottom came down like heavy artillery. Amidst the dull bombardment, Kyle, who felt that he was losing some blood, mercilessly pushed him into a twenty-meter-deep hole.

But within half a second, the intact Chosen One flew out of the crater and looked at Kyle with a gloomy expression:

"Why……"

Three more rangers came, each holding a whaling harpoon and thrusting it into his huge and ferocious body, causing him to stagger for half a second. Then a shrill sound of wind blew, and the Fei Xiang Sword was swung down with blood wrapped in blood. He once again

It was torn apart and slammed into the pit.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he rose into the air again and repeated the question just now: "Why..."

Although his skin was cracked and bleeding after being beaten by Kyle, he didn't care and seemed to want to get the answer from Kyle.

Kyle's waist, which was stooped with pain due to the overflow of divine particles, slowly straightened up, his eyes dimmed, and blood slid down his cheeks.

It was a weakness he had never felt since becoming a professional, in every sense of the word, but he still had unfinished tasks.

"I'm going to beat you, why is it necessary..."

The wind carried the angry roar of the Chosen One.

"Why do you want to stop me from killing them? You are obviously the Chosen One too!"

"Why should even my humble wish to live be taken away?"

"You are indeed one of the few top-level humans I have ever seen. It's a pity that top-level humans are... just humans after all!" The God's Chosen One's hard body collapsed with punches and swords, and the sky was filled with red liquid, but he was still there

Laughing wildly, "You can't kill me!"

"Hahahaha..." The Chosen One responded with an even crazier laugh from Kyle. He grabbed the handle of the Scarlet Sword with one hand and smashed it down, creating a cold light in the air.

"It's all, it's all because you guys are crazy. Wherever I stand, you just have to stand in line honestly, okay?

As for now, until I teach you how to revere life, until your brain is shattered... I will not stop!"

Along with Kyle's groan, the divine particles dyed the shock wave ejected from the sword into a deep red. The scorching heat wave surged and instantly cut the entire body of the Chosen One into two pieces. The sword light cut Kyle into two pieces.

A crack several meters wide and deep into the ground was cut into the ground in front of him.

Amidst the roar, the rock formations under the soil layer were impacted, slightly arching the soil layer from the ground.

Kyle could only feel the Scarlet Sword in his hand roaring, and his body seemed to be awakening.

He can feel the changes in various parts of his body. They seem to remind him that you can be faster and stronger, and his brain is also transmitting a belief to himself, hold on for a while, hold on for a while!

He exhaled a long breath, feeling the strong wind passing through his body, and entered an indescribable state. He had not been able to go any further for half a month, but he felt that in this trembling state, his body strength was boiling.

It's still going wild.

The mental power that had always obeyed his orders was involuntarily mixed with the hot blood flowing in the blood vessels, integrating with the divine particles that were constantly flowing in.

Waves of white mist began to escape from his body.

He is still getting stronger!

Under the crack, the muscles of the wound of the Chosen One whose body was broken into two parts rolled, and tentacles connected to the broken flesh.
To be continued...