Outside a remote and desolate valley, four people wearing dark robes stood on a mountain, overlooking the group of people holding a ceremony below.
These people are old and young. Most of the extraordinary sequences they practice are angelic sequences. Their auras are disordered. At this moment, an old man is surrounding the open space in the center, seeming to be listening to his teachings.
He has sunken eye sockets, a withered face, and jagged finger bones. He is holding a crooked wooden staff in his hand, wearing a white robe, and is describing a completely different new world to the people below.
Then bursts of cheers came from the surrounding crowd, and the crazy eyes in each pair all showed that they were already insane at this moment. And the whole scene was filled with a twisted and weird atmosphere.
"This seems to be an important stronghold." 'Black Bull' said in a low voice.
"That's right, it seems we caught a big fish this time." Red Hat said as he pressed the brim of his hat.
There was another commotion in the venue below, and a group of people with their wrists tied were escorted up. They were panicking at the moment, struggling to look around, but a group of people around them looked at them miserably.
This group of people was brought to the center of the venue, and then several masked religious figures stepped forward, with twisted phantoms of chaos emerging from their hands. Although its shape was small and weak, it was enough for these ordinary people.
Deadly.
These people plan to corrupt the group of people who were taken in, and then choose the lucky ones who survived to be their companions.
Seeing this scene in the distance, 'Red Hat' put on white gloves on his hands and spoke slowly.
"Kill them all."
"There is no reason for redemption anymore."
After finishing speaking, the four people separated and approached the valley below from four directions. They would surround this stronghold of several hundred people.
In the valley, they chanted and praised the gods, gathered around the campfire, and waved their arms to weird beats. The expressions on their faces were fanatical and excited, and they shouted judgment and transcendence. They felt strangely satisfied and crazy.
At the same time, among the extraordinary beings gathered together, the extraordinary core in their bodies was also undergoing some kind of change, giving them a sickly feeling of exuberance.
Lorraine Hill fell slowly and silently from the hillside, standing in the shadows, looking at the scene in front of him. A sickening feeling of disgust arose in his heart, as if he was facing something dirty.
.
I still don’t like this kind of twisted stuff.
She sighed in her heart, put the doll in her arms aside, and then took out a huge silver sickle from her ring.
This was recently redeemed by the 'Red Hat' at the headquarters with the contribution of the team. It is of rare pearl quality and is a special weapon specially designed for the phantom of chaos. It has special effects of purification and soul destruction.
[Scythe of the Pure Moon] (rare pearl grade): The blade of the sickle is made of the essence of pure silver, and the handle of the staff is made of praying wood. It can purify uncleanness and evil, and has special effects on souls and spiritual bodies.
damage. In addition, the scythe is also engraved with an angel sequence inscription, which can perform special moves when activated.
Although the contribution required for this scythe was expensive, 'Red Hat' considered that Luo Xier had rescued the 'Makeupist' and the 'Black Ox', so he gave it to her anyway.
‘As a captain, you must have clear rewards and punishments.’ This is what he said at the time.
Therefore, Lorraine Hill had no choice but to accept the other party's kindness, but now this sickle is really easy to use.
A roar came from the mountain col to the west, and then a pale sword light swept across, breaking through the dark night sky, and a howl and the sound of fighting came.
The battle on the opposite side seemed to have begun. The sound was probably a black bull. Lorraine Hill clenched the handle of the sickle in his hand with one hand, and touched the black cloth covering his face with the other hand, calming down the emotions in his heart.
, she walked out slowly.
The gray boots stepped on the dead branches on the ground, making a slight sound, and stepped forward, revealing a little indigo skirt from the dark robe. The sickle of the silver moon reflected a water-like brilliance in the firelight.
The dozen or so "backlighters" nearby heard the subtle noise and turned around to see the stranger who suddenly appeared. Although they didn't know who the girl was, the iconic black robe was no longer needed.
Talk too much.
"This...it's also available here!"
Looking at the sudden appearance of the members of the Judgment Department, their originally fanatical emotions seemed to be poured with cold water. Although they fanatically pursued the gods, they gradually realized during this period of confrontation that once these black-robed men
Appearing means killing and death.
The Adjudication Division, as an organization that cleans up the worms within the church, generally does not take action, but once they show up, it also means that the killing to eliminate evil begins.
"Ahhhh——"
The person who lost his mind did not choose to run away after his emotions fluctuated sharply. Instead, he rushed up directly. The other person was just a person, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
Some of them were holding swords, some were holding knives, and some were holding large axes. Their eyes were blood-red, and they were running tilted on the ground. The extraordinary cores that were fully stimulated brought huge power, and they stepped on the ground like huge rocks.
scroll.
The soil kicked up by his feet splashed, and the weapon in his hand made a sharp roar under the night sky. Carrying a mass of several hundred kilograms, it rushed directly towards this seemingly fragile and slender body, as if sweeping the tissue paper with a hammer.
Lorraine Hill closed his eyes slightly, exhaled, adjusted his magic power and balance, and then——
The blue, star-like eyes suddenly opened, and a tiny trace of light flashed through. The space seemed to be shattered. The figure that had charged before was cut open, and dirty and rich blood sprayed out like a waterfall.
The mutilated limbs fell to the dark red flowing ground, making a dull sound. The silver blade fell to the ground and bounced slightly, making a metallic trembling sound.
Carrying a huge scythe with blood dripping from it, 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 and coerced. I am really a good person!"
A priest slumped on the ground, shrinking back in fear. His eyes were frightened, and his hands and feet were trembling.
"Sorry, it's too late."
The girl's voice was ethereal and cold. She looked at the man in front of her and analyzed the soul and extraordinary core in his body. It was deeply contaminated and distorted and could not be reversed. Even if she didn't do anything, the man would not live for half a year.
The corruption of the Chaos Phantom will not be merciful just because you are its believer. It does not have this kind of consciousness and will, and being familiar with its characteristics can only delay it at best. Even the witch of sequence 9, under its long-term influence
, will also have extreme temperament and gradually become disillusioned, not to mention the person in front of me.
If he is allowed to live, I'm afraid it will bring more tragedies.
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 into pieces and purified during the cutting.
Under the dim and dark sky, the girl in black robes flew in the firelight, her figure swaying, and the sickle in her hand was like a crescent moon, drawing arcs of cold light one after another, cutting open the bodies of enemies one after another, bright red.
Blood beads dyed the robe a dark red color.
Its sound is like crying blood, and the cold moon bathes in red flames.
