Chapter 539

The parish of aesolas in the mountains of the West.

Outside a remote and desolate valley, four people in dark robes stood on the mountain, overlooking the group of people holding the ceremony below.

These people are old and young. Most of the extraordinary sequences of practice are angel sequences. Their breath is disordered. At the moment, an old man who is surrounded by the central open space seems to be listening to his teachings.

His eyes were sunken, his face was withered, his fingers were jagged, he was holding a crooked wooden stick in his hand, he was wearing a white robe, and he was depicting a completely new world like the people below.

Then the crowd around came bursts of cheers, that pair of crazy eyes, all show that they are already insane at the moment. And the whole scene is also filled with a twist and strange atmosphere.

"This seems to be an important stronghold."‘ "Black bull" said in a low voice.

"Yes, it seems that we caught a big fish this time."‘ "Red hat," he said, pressing the brim on his head.

There was another commotion in the conference hall below. A group of people with wrists were escorted up. They were in a panic and struggled to look around, but all the people around them were watching them in dismay.

This group of people were taken to the center of the meeting, and then several masked religious figures came forward, with distorted and chaotic visions in their hands. Although they are small and weak, they are lethal to these ordinary people.

These people are going to corrode the group of people they are holding, and then choose the lucky ones who survive as their companions.

Seeing this scene in the distance, "red hat" put white gloves on his hands and spoke slowly.

"Kill them all."

"There is no reason for redemption."

After that, the four separated and approached the valley from four directions. They will surround this stronghold of hundreds of people.

In the valley, they chanted and praised the gods, surrounded by the campfire, waving their arms along the strange beat, their facial expressions were fanatical and excited, and their mouths were shouting judgment and transcendence, which was a kind of strange satisfaction and madness.

At the same time, the extraordinary core of these gathered extraordinary people is also changing, with a morbid exuberance.

Lorraine Hill fell quietly from the hillside, standing in the shadow, looking at the scene ahead. A disgusting disgust rose in my heart, as if facing something dirty.

I still don't like this twisted thing.

She put the doll in her arms aside and took out a huge silver sickle from her ring.

Recently, red hat was exchanged at headquarters with the team's contribution. The quality of the weapon is rare pearl. It is a special weapon specially designed for chaotic mirage. It has the special effect of purifying and destroying souls.

[sickle of the pure moon] (rare pearl level): the blade of the sickle is made of pure silver essence, and the handle of the sickle is made of holy praying wood. It can purify impurity and evil, and has special damage to soul and spirit. Besides, the scythe is also engraved with the inscription of angel sequence, which can perform special moves when stimulated.

Although the contribution of this scythe is expensive, the red hat still gives it to her considering that Roxie has rescued the "makeup artist" and "black ox".

"As a team leader, you have to be clear about rewards and punishments." That's what he said at that time.

So Lorraine Hill had to accept the offer, but now the sickle is really good.

There was a roar from the west side of the valley, and then a pale sword light swept through the night sky, howling and fighting.

The opposite battle seems to have started. The sound is probably black bull. With one hand, Lorraine Hill grasped the handle of the scythe in her hand, and with the other hand, she touched the black cloth covering her face. After calming her heart, she walked out slowly.

Gray boots on the ground of the dead branches, make a slight sound, step by step forward, from the dark robe in a little indigo skirt. Like the sickle of the silver moon reflecting water in the fire.

A dozen or so "backlights" nearby turned around to see the stranger who suddenly appeared. Although they didn't know who the girl was, there was no need to say much about the iconic dark robe.

"It's here, too!"

Looking at the sudden appearance of the adjudicator, the original fanatical mood seemed to be poured with a deep cold water. Although they pursued gods enthusiastically, they gradually knew that once these black robed people appeared, it meant killing and death.

As the internal organization of the church to clean up borers, the Department of adjudication generally does not take action. But once they show up, it also means that the killing begins.

"Ah, ah --"

The person who loses his mind doesn't choose to run away after his mood fluctuates sharply. Instead, he rushes up directly. The other person is just a person. What's to be afraid of.

Some of them are holding swords, some are holding knives, and some are holding axes. Their eyes are red with blood. They are running on the earth obliquely. The extraordinary core after full stimulation brings great power. Stepping on the earth is like rolling stones.

The mud splashed from the back of his feet, and the weapons in his hand screamed sharply in the night sky. With a mass of several hundred jin, he rushed directly to this seemingly fragile and slender body, as if sweeping thin paper with a hammer.

Lorenthal closed his eyes slightly, breathed out, adjusted his magic and balance, and then——

The blue starlike eyes suddenly open, a tiny light trace flashed by, and the space seemed to be fragmented. The figure from the previous charge was directly cut, and the dirty and rich blood was sprayed out like a waterfall.

The incomplete body fell on the dark red flowing ground and made a dull sound. The silver blade fell on the ground and bounced up slightly, making a metallic trill.

She carried the huge sickle of blood beads, slowly forward, and stepped over the corpses lying on the ground, leaving behind drops of blood wrapped in dust.

"No, no, don't kill me, I was cheated, I was coerced, I'm really a good man!"

A priest was sitting on the ground, shrinking back in fear. His eyes were frightened and his hands and feet were shaking.

"Sorry, it's too late."

The girl's voice is ethereal and cold. She looks at the man in front of her and analyzes the soul and extraordinary core in his body. It has been deeply polluted and twisted, and can't be turned back. Even if she doesn't do it, the other person won't live for half a year.

The corrosion of the chaotic phantom will not be merciful just because you are its believer. It has no such consciousness and will, and being familiar with its characteristics can only delay it at most. Even the magic girl in series 9, under the influence of her long years, will be extreme and gradually disillusioned, not to mention the person in front of her.

Let him live for fear of more tragedies.

As soon as the handle of the sickle turned, another silver light flashed. The man in front of him was directly divided into three parts, and even his soul was torn and purified in the process of cutting.

Under the dark sky, the girl in black robe was flying in the fire. Her figure was swaying. Her scythe was like a new moon in her hand. She crossed one ice cold light arc after another, cutting the bodies of one enemy after another. The bright red blood beads dyed the robe into a dark red color.

Its sound is like crying blood, cold moon bath red inflammation.