By the time I rushed up with my sword, the old gentlemen had rushed up in desperate thrashing, and I saw in their faces a kind of insidious despair beyond the enmity.

I don't know what's really going on with these old teachers, maybe they're really like them, they're all sick, and they're so sick that they're desperate.

None of them spoke, nor roared, or cried after I had cut off my limbs, and everyone was quiet.

That quiet atmosphere is so strange that even my people who have exhausted the upper hand will feel involuntarily nervous.

Like the strange black incense burner before, I probably counted some, only nine people holding this method, and nine of them stood in the back of the crowd, holding the incense burner in their hands, and muttering in their mouths and not knowing what to say.

Many black tentacles like vines, slowly drilled out of the holes in those urinals, as if they were dancing, constantly twisting their bodies, and it seemed to have a strange beauty.

As the previous gentleman said, these old teachers' physical condition is very special, without exception, all people's flesh can not survive, whether it is yin and yang or vitality, are constantly passing out.

Although the amount of breath passing is not much, but if this continues, sooner or later, the body will naturally collapse, and then it will definitely be worse than death.

But there is one thing that needs to be mentioned.

These gentlemen, who are constantly losing their breath, seem to be occupied by something else in their bodies, and that should be the power of the Black King, such an intuitive and real breath... I have found it for the first time in ordinary old gentleman.

No wonder the man said that after these people were sick, the combat effectiveness increased, it seems that this is not true...

“What are you doing... I don’t understand...”

As I spoke, I held the knife and chopped the enemy in front of me like chopping melons and cutting vegetables.

Arguably, the best skills of the old gentlemen are those unknown secrets, which are also the magic of their victory for the gentleman in the line.

If my realm is not the same as it is now, but a few months ago, it is extremely difficult to meet such a ticket to Mr. Old Church and let me cut them one by one with a knife.

There are fewer people, no one is alone, no one is embarrassed, but there are many people... all the hundreds of people are rushing up... That kind of deterrence is still very scary!

What's more, each of them is a separate individual, if each of them uses the unique secret of the old religion, and uses the power of the black robe king to deal with me, even if the lethality is limited to me, it can have some impact.

But now they see clearly that the general old secret is no longer enough to clean up me, and even can not even cause me half an impact, the only thing that can hold my footsteps for a while is close to hand-to-hand.

Sea tactics are still a little useful, not to say to kill, that is, to kill pigs, to kill a hundred pigs, it will take time, it will take time, right?

As I kept chopping it with my swords, the old religious gentlemen holding the black incense burner screamed without warning.

I could see very clearly the changes in their bodies, as if they had encountered some corrosive liquid, and the skin began to fest down rapidly, and across twenty or thirty meters away, I could smell the rot.

But in this process, the forces that lurk in them, which should belong to the black robe king, have continuously repaired their bodies in order to save their lives.

I don't know what these gentlemen did, but at this time, the tentacles that extended out of the censer like a vine, stretched their bodies, and went madly to my side.

But what surprised me was that they seemed to have a great deal of resistance to my body, and had just touched my body, and the next second, I was frightened, and quickly contracted back, and I drilled back into the edur and never appeared again.

Seeing this scene, the old teachers who had been around me for two seconds seemed to be unable to believe this fact, and the look in my eyes quickly became frightened.

“That thing is okay to kill, but unfortunately I’m not a human being anymore...”

I looked at the gentleman who had deceived me from a distance, and there was a bright smile on my face.

“I almost forgot, I’m not a fool, I don’t have to fight with you.”

With that, the flesh and blood on my arms began to dissolve itself, like a liquid, flowing constantly to the ground.

As soon as it touched the ground, the flesh-and-blood liquid solidified, looking like a mirror, many of the thumbs of the thick and thin blood red tentacles, but also quietly out of the liquid.

They are one with me, I know what I think, they know I’m angry.

Until I ordered, these blood-red tentacles, like living creatures, have lengthened their bodies, and writhed in the factory building in madness, like spears, constantly pierced hard into the enemy's chest and abdomen.

They look like sticks without sharp angles, but in fact, they are no worse than the knife, and they can easily wear the body of these old teachers.

There were not a few enemies I had ever had, but for the first time, there was a battle with people on such a large scale... or, rather, a massacre.

Is it happy?

To be honest, I did not feel this emotion, I can feel, there is only an indescribable sense of confusion.

When these old teachers continue to lose their voices, I only feel that such things should not happen between me and them, no matter what, we are all the latter world, belong to a part of this world.

Why... because an alien creature makes us kill each other?

I am not a saint, not so much mercy, but at this time I still feel the same sadness.

Perhaps in the face of the ancient creatures of the Black King, we are just pieces... some of the pieces that don’t matter just appear on the board...

Looking at the old teachers who fell down one by one, the expression on my face became vaguely bitter.

“No, no. . . . . . . . we have a different position . . . . we can only let you die . . . . until I stop the black robe king . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

In the process, many old teachers are looking back, just thinking that the old man sitting in the dark corner can save their lives and help them.

But from beginning to end, the man did not say anything, sat on the ground like a daze, and did not move.

Soon, the old teacher I could see was all on the ground, and the only one who could still stand was the one who had deceived me before.

He had no longer the desire to escape, and looked at me tremblingly, constantly repeating the words in his mouth.

“Even death ... will return to the arms of the true God...No enemy can kill us completely...We will no longer suffer after death...We will have eternal life after being born again...”

With his devout and desperate prayer, I looked at him expressionless and walked slowly, and the blood-red tentacles that had slaughtered most of the congregation gradually returned to those liquid arms.

At this time, I felt that he did not seem like a bad person, I was more like a big villain.

When I came to him, I looked at him motionlessly and asked him, “Why are you lying to me?”You should know that I have a good chance of letting you go."

“I... I am the son of the true God... its family... its most faithful follower...the most devout servant...”

This gentleman was as if he had been frightened and mad, looking at me with a pale face, tremping and tremring.

Seeing his reaction, I could only feel sorry for him.

“Don’t be so stupid in the next life.”

I said from the bottom of my heart, shaking my head.

Without waiting for him to say anything more, the knife had been lifted by me, and the face was cut down on him.

Soon he had no voice and could no longer have a voice.

I was silent for a moment, turning to look at the old man in the dark corner.

“What’s your last name, what do you want?”