Chapter 702

"Is this the ceremony of Chisha cult? Is this the believer of Chisha cult? Hum! It's just a bunch of flying headless flies. It's hard to imagine that such a pile of garbage has ravaged the mainland for thousands of years! "

Walking on the altar of the gorge stained with blood like a leisurely court, Fiske's steps are light and straight. From the beginning to the end, he just disdained to glance at the "slaughterhouse" around him, and then walked silently to the high platform in the center of the gorge.

As for some devout but over confident believers he met along the way, Fisk simply killed them. Almost every step he took, he would step over a broken body.

The center of the altar is the location of the old sacrifice and the "Saint". Fiske now has to give priority to killing these two key figures.

The purpose of killing the old sacrifice is to make the chaotic believers of Chisha cult completely collapse, while the purpose of killing the "Saint" who is still a little girl is to ensure that the "Chisha cult" will lose the chance to make a comeback.

Fiske has heard of the reputation of the "holy girl" of the "Chisha cult". It is said that the holy girl named galaya is the best creature with the best soul quality found in the thousands of years of history of the whole red stone plane. If she is allowed to grow up, it is equivalent to letting Chisha cult have a leader who is destined to reach the master level in the future.

Of course, Fisk could not tolerate this kind of thing, so he wanted to strangle the "Saint" in the weakest embryonic period, and never give the Chisha cult a chance to revive.

"Crazy believers are all evil lunatics, even a little girl From the moment she joined the cult and became a believer, she was a crazy and dangerous enemy "!

Eyes firmly convinced himself, Fiske began to speed up the pace of progress.

Due to the collapse of the followers of Chisha cult, only a few official priests were unexpectedly not good at fighting, so now Fisk's soldiers can kill the enemy without the help of the master "general".

Now, Fisk only needs to kill the last two spiritual symbols of the "Chisha cult", and this campaign can be successfully completed!

But

Is it really going to be that smooth.

Fiske is still a reckless combatant after all. He doesn't know what kind of cards a cult relying on gods may have, let alone what kind of obsession a group of madmen will have.

In his opinion, the old sacrifice and "Saint" must be trying their best to escape at this time. What they need to guard against is that they take out some magic equipment to escape from the heaven.

But The development of the situation is quite different from what the "general" imagined.

In fact, "escape" is always a nonexistent word in the thinking of crazy believers. The courage brought by faith can make a crazy believer who is just an ordinary person face the top strong without fear. Of course, the old priest will not be afraid of Fiske because of the huge gap of strength.

Therefore, just when Fiske's steps were about one kilometer away from the center of the altar, the old man, who was wearing a crimson sacrificial robe and looked very solemn, had been watching the dignified "general" from a distance through a road deliberately let out by the believers.

"Old man, you didn't run away like a lost dog? It's really beyond our general's expectation, but the time of justice has come, and you and other evils will be punished "!

Looking at the old priest with the posture of a winner, Fiske carelessly raised his sword.

Although the righteous general was talking to the old priest on the surface, he was actually focusing on the holy girl of galanga who was still on the altar.

Even though the old priest had already "sent" him to the front, Fiske still thought it was just a stratagem to fight for the evacuation time for the "Saint". After all, as a self-confident master warrior, he can now be sure that the old priest so close to him can no longer escape, so what he has to guard against is the golanya saint on the high stage I'm a girl.

"What's the difference? It's just a trick. I'll lock all my senses on that little madman. I want to see how this so-called "Saint" can escape.

This is Fiske's idea and his action.

Now he points out that the old sacrifice is just a show. He can't tolerate letting go of any members of Chisha cult, especially golanya, who has excellent qualifications and great influence!

But As the saying goes, "it's impossible to guard against the false and the real", Fiske, who thought he was careful, made a wrong judgment after all.

After one or two seconds, neither the old priest nor the saint who sat on the high platform suddenly broke out and escaped by any means as Fiske imagined, especially the old priest with blurred eyes, the old man who couldn't see clearly, was staring at the general with a bamboo chest all the time.

"Hehe, general Fiske, how tired you are from afar. Why don't you have a rest here?".

Without any sign, suddenly, the old priest, who had been silent all the time, gave a gloomy smile.At the same time, just under Fiske's current location, a small magic scroll without any energy fluctuation quietly turns into fly ash and slowly dissipates in the soil.

"No, I'm trapped"!

Even though there was no fatal feeling, Fiske was still shocked and suddenly burst out fighting, trying to leave the place, because the general who suddenly withdrew his perception had already felt a non threatening, but rather strange atmosphere around him.

At this time, he realized that it was not the saints on the stage who really set up the means, but the old sacrifice who seemed to be bent on death!

Moreover, it seems that their last resort is not to escape, but to You're trapped!

"Trap me and try to escape? I want to be beautiful! Death to general Ben!

In response, Fisk, who was intrigued by his own plan, was almost naked. The general, who attached great importance to glory, could not imagine how disgraceful he and his family would be if the two evils of the saint and the old priest escaped.

Therefore, at the moment when he felt the strange breath, Fiske made up his mind to deal with the "Saint" anyway, and even slowed down his action for half a beat.

"It's my fault, but I can't stand it! Even if you fight hard, you have to fight! This great potential Saint must die

With Fiske's roar, the fierce blade of fighting spirit flew to the center of the altar at a high speed under his guidance. In front of the sharp energy blade, even the thick hard rock was easily cut in half.

At this moment, Fisk, who had never regarded Chisha as his opponent, finally lost his self-confidence.

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