The red dress fluttered silently in the hallway.

Landingale walked in the small building, without any expression on her face, at this time, she still had human emotions such as joy and pleasure, but these emotions were like bubbles on the sea, sometimes rising, sometimes bursting, only the eternal pain, the boundless pain of the sea.

Five minutes!

It had been five minutes since she entered the small building, and the battle had come to an end.

All were sanctioned and punished!

Whether you fight up or flee in a hurry, there is only one ending, a dead end, and even, no one can escape from this small courtyard, for Landingale, who can travel through the void, their speed is too slow.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she thinks that she is a ghost with countless clones, just now here, the small courtyard shrouded in rain, just blinked, and appeared in the small building, even if you think you are hiding very secretly, there is no way to escape.

In addition, those who are killed by her will become walking corpses, devouring living people, once they are close to them, as long as they are bitten by the other party, blood appears, it is like being infected by germs, normal cells have also become germs, and the living have become dead corpses.

These zombie-like beings can sense the breath of the living, and with the help of these guys, Landingale can sweep away the remnants of the Redbeard gang faster.

Five minutes!

It only took her five minutes to take out all the gangsters on the ground building.

Next, she's going to deal with the guys on the basement floors.

If there may be some of those guys on the ground who are not guilty of death, then the guards of the underground buildings who are in charge of the guards and the guards who train them to obey their words are all innocent and deserve to die.

A few moments later, Landingale appeared at the entrance to the underground building, which was a conference room.

Landingale came here alone, and didn't bring those zombies, in fact, those guys outside are not right to say that they are zombies, they are still different from real zombies.

Necromantic transcendents are indeed capable of creating zombies, especially some low-level necromantic transcendents, they can only make them, but they can't control them, so the scene of cannibalism will also spread, forming a small natural disaster, which is why the Templars regard necromantic transcendents as hereticals, they not only touch the realm of God, but also dangerous creatures, which have great damage to the social order.

Landingale is not truly a necromantic transcendent, and she is even different from a transcendent in the conventional sense.

She didn't open up a space for energy, the source of her strength was pain, it was human emotions, it was the golden book, the golden book was her god, she wanted to be a divine descendant, and the level of strength was related to the golden book.

Her power grows with the Golden Book.

In other words, the higher Ryan's strength level, the stronger the combat power that Landinger, who is his dependent, can exert himself, and if Ryan's strength stagnates, so does Landinger, she has no way to rely on cultivation to grow.

Of course, if Landingale loses his faith, he is no longer religious.

In that case, it would be difficult for her to maintain this system, and she would slowly fall into the abyss like those Templar priests who lost their faith, becoming polluted by strange aura.

At that time, Landingale will not be able to resist the erosion of pain, and will lose himself like Sean and become a real walking dead.

After saying so long, there is only one central meaning, that is, Landingale is not a real necromantic transcendent, and those who look like zombies are not zombies either, they are just polluted by the breath of pain, and it is all controlled by Landinger's thoughts, so many people, in fact, have reached her limit, and the time to maintain it has also reached a certain limit.

If it continues, it will consume a lot of her faith, and the balance will be broken.

All the bad guys on the ground building have been killed, and there is no need to continue to maintain the output, so Landinger has broken off control of those guys, and now, they have become real dead bodies.

Behind the iron gate, several strong men with five big and three thick men held their breath and stared nervously at the iron gate.

They were covered in sweat, as if they had just taken a shower and had not had time to dry them, these fellows had just escaped from it, and they were smarter than their dead companions, and they had known long ago that they were invincible, so they anointed the soles of their feet and slipped into the basement, and closed the iron door tightly, and put down the camouflage mechanism.

The camouflage is very ingenious, on the outward side of the iron door is a huge drawing board with a painting of the Sun Mountains, there are many similar paintings, and the average middle class will go to the gallery to buy it to decorate their houses, and the price is not expensive.

After all, most of these paintings were painted by students who were still studying at the Academy of Fine Arts.

Standing in the conference room, Landingale paused for a moment.

She used to stay underground, which was the source of her pain, in fact, at first, she didn't want to sell her body to raise her children, at that time, she still had hope for the future, and wanted to work hard with her own hands to raise her children, although the wages for working in the factory were not much, but as long as she was frugal, as long as there were no major accidents, she could still support the children.

However......

However, her sweetheart sent her here.

The guy who looks like a noble boy is actually just a liar, a liar belonging to the Redbeard gang, and that guy has deceived many ignorant girls like her with a good skin and tricks.

After becoming a street girl, Landingale learned a little about the Redbeard gang.

The Redbeard gang has a special training for this kind of talent, and these guys have a nickname, they are called pigeons, and they specialize in tricking beautiful girls into selling their bodies to help them make money.

Take Landingale, for example, a small part of the protection money she pays every time it falls on the guy's head, and a pigeon, as long as it can maintain more than a dozen street girls, the income is very considerable.

The thought of this made Landingale's pain a little more painful.

At the same time, her strength will increase a lot.

Just when Landinger stopped, the guys behind the iron door seemed to know that she was outside, and became even more nervous, they were holding all kinds of weapons, several of them were holding magic stone pistols, and the hands holding the guns were always like they couldn't hold the handle of the gun because of sweat, however, they didn't dare to let go of their hands to wipe it, so they could only hold it, and the whole handle of the gun was wet.

They all stared at the iron gate, which was their last barrier.

They hoped that the enemy would not find out here.

After all, this entrance is very secretive, and it requires a specific mechanism to open, which can only be opened from the inside out, and if you want to open it from the outside, only the boss of Redbeard can use extraordinary abilities to open the mechanism, if Redbeard does not know where the mechanism is, even if he is a transcendent, he can only break in violently, of course, provided that he knows that behind the drawing board is a door.

That's why the bad guys use the Iron Gate as their last barrier.

It's just that everything was in vain.

Landingale's memory has not been erased, she has been here for a while, she knows the structure of this place very well, even if she was blindfolded when she was sent out, however, this is not an obstacle for her now, although the five senses are important to the transcendent, but it is not the most important factor, she only needs to release her mental power, and everything will be hidden.

With his mouth slightly open, he sighed silently.

The next moment, Landinger's figure disappeared in place.

There was a red shadow floating in the room behind the iron door, like a fluttering red silk, and where the red silk passed, people fell silently, and although their mouths were wide open and their faces were full of despair, they could not make any sound.

What secret room, what mechanism, all the barriers are in vain, and all the resistance is in vain.

Soon, Landingale appeared on the first basement floor, in the long corridor, on either side of the corridor, there were some rooms, these rooms were the guards' dormitories, the environment was not bad, all the furnishings were very good, far better than the prisons on the lower floors.

From time to time, people rushed out of the rooms on either side of the corridor and pulled the trigger at Landinger.

The bullet came out of the chamber with a piercing roar, and because the basement was not ventilated enough, the echo was extremely loud, and the bullet traveled through the void, piercing the air and even making a whining sound like a ghost crying.

The bullet hit the red dress and hit Landingale.

However, this is of little use.

It was like a shot on the surface of the water, but it was a ripple, and Landingale was unscathed.

She still had no expression on her face.

However, within her sea of consciousness, Ryan could sense her emotions, and above the boundless sea of pain, there were white foams floating, and these foams represented all kinds of emotions.

In short, it's hard to put into words.

She is not as indifferent as she seems.

The lotus is born under the feet, and the posture of marching is graceful, but everywhere it passes, there are corpses all over the field.

Whether you rush out to resist, or pout your ass and hide in the house, there is no way to escape this catastrophe, death comes, where the scythe passes, there are no survivors, there can be no survivors!

Soon, she had traveled all five underground floors and killed all the guards.

There were one or two hundred survivors in the entire underground, including women who looked like they were dying, women who had just been captured, and women who were struggling to resist torture......

"What are you going to do?"

Ryan's voice echoed through the sea of Landingale's knowledge.

It is like a thunder in the sky, with a huge resonance, rippling with golden light, sacred and solemn.

Faced with the inquiry of the gods in his heart, Landingale's answer was equally sacred and solemn.

"I'm going to save them......"

"It's like God saved me!"