Chapter 272

The long gun in his hand shook out the fireworks and hit the Viscount again and again, and the Viscount kept retreating in the impact again and again. Some people were escorted around kukas to resist the Viscount's escort and the counterattack of some Dionysian believers.

"You can't kill me. My magic prop can resist the three single attacks of the seventh order caster. Just with your strength, you don't want to break this defense at all. Wait for me. I'll launch another magic prop later to make you evil pagans wail and die in the fire." the fat Viscount shouted madly. With his cry, more Dionysian believers gathered around him, hoping to protect him and wait for the opportunity to fight back. And those murderers who suddenly jumped out gathered around here. They wanted to kill those believers as quickly as possible.

Some killers release their fighting spirit at all costs in order to kill their enemies as quickly as possible. However, although their enemies have temporarily lost their fighting spirit, they still have their usual skills, but their lethality is not comparable to that of their opponents. Except for those high-level killers, ordinary professionals can't gain much in the face of soldiers who lose fighting spirit for a while and a half.

"I'll let you die today and let your garbage magic props sleep forever." kukas screamed repeatedly, and the strength of waving his long gun became stronger and stronger. In the end, he even grabbed the enemy who rushed to him as a weapon and smashed it on the Viscount madly.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the burning pond extinguished the last flame. At this time, the Viscount who had resisted kukas finally couldn't hold out. His mouth spewed out pieces of internal organs, and a large amount of blood sprayed out as if he didn't want money. He couldn't hold the war knife in his hand. In a collision, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Kneel down!" kukas yelled, swung the bent spear and hit the Viscount's magic prop defense again. This time he used up all his strength and exerted his strength skills of beating cattle across the mountain. This time, the fat Viscount's chest in the Khaki defense suddenly sank, and his fat flesh burst out of thin air. A large number of visceral fragments spewed out of his mouth.

Poop! The Viscount knelt powerlessly on the ground, his resentful eyes stared at kukas, a mouthful of blood sprayed out of his mouth again, his lips opened, but he didn't say anything, so he fell powerlessly to the ground and lost his heartbeat.

"Dead!" although he couldn't feel the breath of each other, kukas still didn't relax. He waved his incomplete long gun and beat it on the protective cover on the body again and again. Through the skills of his previous life, he transferred all his strength to the objects inside. After beating more than ten times, he saw that the body's head cracked and his body broke, and then he stopped.

A large number of killers rushed in from the outside of the defenseless manor. They frantically cut down those who did not belong to them. Fortunately, when kukas attacked the Viscount, some killers saw him. Therefore, under the protection of those killers, he was not killed by a group of crazy killers.

A large number of killers rushed in, so that the battle in the manor was soon over. Hundreds of prisoners of war gathered in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by a group of men in gray linen robes.

Some people looked at kukas warily, while kukas shrugged helplessly, saying that he was not with those people at all.

At this time, an old priest like old man came out of the crowd. He coughed hard, and then began to give orders: "these sinners should be killed. Now tell me, how should these sinners be executed?"

"Cut off their heads, cut off their heads." a group of gray robed people shouted wildly.

"Young man in disguise, do you have any good suggestions?" the old priest bent and turned to ask kukas. At this time, hundreds of grey robed people were silent, and only the cries of a group of begging prisoners of war echoed in the bloody manor.

"Dear and holy priest, I think we should crucify these sinners, or cut off their limbs, let them wriggle on the earth, and warn all sinners with their actions, or wake them up and throw them into the arms of the great gods." kukas immediately said his suggestion without any hesitation. Of course, he knew that if he didn't say it, he would probably be killed by these people.

"Good advice. If you cut off their limbs and let them wriggle on the earth, although it can publicize the horror of sin, but it can not show the kindness of my Lord, I think you'd better nail them on the cross! HMM! Is this kind of cross?" the old priest coughed hard. While coughing, he outlined them in front of him with a scepter made of vines. With his outline, a cross with divine power appeared in front of kukas.

The cross was as tall as a man, and then slowly narrowed down to the size of an adult's palm. The whole cross looks white and flawless, as if it were carved out of a real object.

"Yes, great and holy priest." kukas swallowed his saliva. In front of him, the old priest sketched a cross in the air with divine power so easily, and then condensed it. Even the black robed female mage could not use such means.

"Ha ha! You can leave, young man in disguise, but you can't take anything here, and you have to kill a hundred people before you leave. Well! Punish these sinners and wash your inner desire with their blood, so as to make you perfect." the old priest fumbled a silver rope from his arms and put it on the cross, Then carry it in your hand and play it slowly.

"But, priest, my fighting spirit is imprisoned. I'm afraid I don't have much power to kill these people." kukas gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

"Kill them with your hands, I can feel your strength. Don't deceive me, pretender. For your sake, I won't punish you." the old priest coughed and smiled and said, "go! After killing enough 100 people, you can leave here. And at that time, your fighting spirit will recover."