Although it may not be 100% correct, the basic reference is still there.
The ascetic in front of him, the strongest ascetic in the entire temple, was actually able to seriously injure himself.
My heart sank.
Lin An couldn't help but think of the ones with higher numbers.
This task is indeed not that simple.
The original intention of relying on luck and relying solely on strength to kill all the ascetics was completely abandoned.
It seems that we have to start with the mystery of their power.
Sighing, Lin An simply put away the compass and turned to look at the new ascetics who were still chattering.
On the futon, the powerful ascetic responsible for awarding numbers spoke directly and shouted to stop everyone:
"The numbers are divided according to strength!"
"No noise or trouble is allowed here!"
He really didn't have a good impression of these new ascetics, especially those who were completely different from those who were promoted through the "regular" way.
It's just that there was almost no emotion, so it didn't show.
The new ascetic who was the first to question Lin An looked shocked:
"Lord Guard, we dare not question your decision."
"It's just that this person is obviously still using foreign objects!"
"There are no signs of suffering on his body. Is there something wrong with the way he was judged?"
No idea, but that's what he thought in his heart.
Say what you have to say.
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and looked at Lin An, stroking the pitted scars on his face:
"I have suffered so much and my will is so strong!"
"I was buried in the snow in the cold winter, and I used a razor blade to cut into my flesh!"
"I don't believe my faith can compare to yours!"
"Suffering makes me stronger!"
baffling.
Lin An looked at the ascetic with pitted faces and felt a little impatient.
Shabi?
The ascetics in this world are like lunatics.
The ascetic kind is okay, as emotionless as a robot.
New ascetics like this are all like lunatics.
Lin An chuckled and licked his lips.
He could see that the other party was already a little crazy.
To be honest, he was actually very curious about how these ascetics performed in his actual battle.
Kill early, kill later, kill now.
The other party provokes me with words. Is it reasonable for me to take action?
"You must have deceived the Lord Guard!"
"I'm not convinced! I want..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin An suddenly stood up and pulled out the Blade of Cain with his backhand.
"sulfuric acid"
The sword light is sharp.
The new ascetic who was still chattering endlessly was cut into two pieces in an instant.
The body flew out upside down.
Violent psychic powers are attached to the Blade of Cain.
Facing such a strong body, Lin An's strength was as fragile as a piece of white paper.
The body that was split in half spurted out blood, which covered everyone's heads.
The sudden change shocked them on the spot.
They never expected that Lin An would draw his sword and kill someone at the slightest disagreement.
Ascetics, shouldn't they hit people with their fists?
In shock.
The eyelids of the ascetic who was guarding Fortress No. 9 on the futon twitched. He was just about to speak when he couldn't do anything here.
However, Lin An sneered and suddenly flashed onto the body that was split into two halves.
"Still want to recover?"
Those who have obviously been beheaded to death cannot die again.
But the ascetic who was split in half actually squirmed like an immortal Shura, trying to stick together.
As expected, the healing ability is extremely powerful.
but...
Even if garbage is resurrected a hundred times, it will still be garbage.
Let’s see which one is faster: you are resurrected faster, or my sword is faster!
Without hesitation.
In the eyes of the newly "resurrected" ascetic, a sword light flashed again.
The pupils that had just recovered were full of shock and anger.
The sword light struck into his eyes.
He never expected that Lin An would dare to do something in front of the guard.
"No!"
"Ascetics cannot be killed!"
"I don't accept it!"
"boom!"
The burst of mental power smashed his head into pieces, causing the new ascetics around him to jump up in shock.
Resurrection again.
The pale-faced skinned man was about to open his mouth when he shouted half in panic and half in resentment:
"you..."
"boom!"
"kill.."
"boom!"
"No..."
...
I can't say a complete sentence.
The skinned ascetic who wanted to say that Lin An couldn't kill him finally started to be afraid after dying ten times.
He couldn't help but want to escape.
Are you kidding? He died ten times in one second.
To be continued...