In the chorus of waves, Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato followed a group of disciples to the main entrance of the basketball court.

Seven or eight armed cultists were guarding the door, each of them was powerful, staring at each of them with a cautious gaze.

Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato shrunk their heads and followed behind, looking like they were about to slip in, but the last thing they wanted to hear was the sound sounded.

"Wait a minute, where are you two membership?"

A muscular arm stopped in front of the two, and the owner of the arm stared at Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato with suspicious eyes: "Why haven't I seen you, who is your team leader?" ”

It is no wonder that the two of them are suspicious, because they are so young that they seem out of place compared to the general middle-aged and even elderly believers.

Hayato Sato was so nervous that he couldn't answer.

Fang Cheng replied with a smile: "We just arrived, the team leader went in front, I don't believe you go in and ask." ”

The armed cultist shouted with a cold face: "Don't talk nonsense, let me ask who your leader is?" Tell me the name. ”

Fang Cheng was still laughing, and was about to find an excuse to fool around, when the chorus inside suddenly carried a little faint cry of a girl.

Hayato Sato's sister controlled the radar and instantly recognized it as her sister's voice.

"Mai! It's Mai's voice! She's inside."

His face changed greatly, he cried out in a lost voice, and he was about to rush inside.

"There's a problem! Close the door! ”

The armed cultist in front of him reacted extremely quickly, shouted and quickly pounced on Fang Cheng, preparing to subdue him.

The seven or eight armed cultists in the back quickly closed the entrance door, and they also took out daggers or short stabs and other weapons and rushed up, all of them looking well-trained.

Fang Cheng sighed, since he couldn't pass the test in the dark, he could only assassin Wushuang and be reckless to the end.

He pushed Hayato Sato to take a step back and pulled his pistol from his backpack with his backhand.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a burst of accurate connections, all the armed disciples who pounced on them were all shot in the head by Fang Cheng.

No matter how well-trained you are, you can't stop a peanut.

"What are you doing stupidly, let's go."

Fang Cheng changed the magazine, greeted Hayato Sato, who was still stunned, and strode forward with the corpses of the cultists, and kicked open the door in front of him with a slam kick.

……

The descent ceremony has reached a critical juncture.

The chorus was loud and loud, and the whole audience was immersed in a frenzied atmosphere.

Next, all you need to do is let the Holy Maidens enter the blood pool, enter the door through the blood pool and the Holy Grail, and then throw the two lucky ones who have been chosen by the Holy Grail into it.

After that, the two gods will give a blessing, and those who receive this blessing will have access to supernatural powers.

This is how all the high-level thugs and apologists in the Bliss Cult come from.

Compared to the hundreds of fanatical believers and the ten puppet-like saints, Mai Sato's crying and struggling seemed weak and powerless, and she was pushed to the edge of the pool of blood little by little.

Just as she was about to step into the air, a fierce burst of gunfire instantly overwhelmed the chorus of religious fanaticism.

The eyes of everyone in the venue subconsciously looked at the closed gate.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open.

Fang Cheng ripped off the black and white teaching uniform on his body and strode in.

Hayato Sato followed, and the two were thus exposed to hundreds of pairs of unfriendly gazes.

"Brother!!"

Mai Sato, who was almost desperate, shouted in surprise and excitement the moment she saw Hayato Sato appear, and hurriedly tore off her veil with her hands.

One of the ten saints was also shocked when he saw Fang Cheng appear, but he didn't make a sound like Mai Sato.

"Mai!"

When Hayato Sato saw his sister who was still alive, he shouted excitedly and was about to rush over to the rescue, not caring how many enemies there were in front of him.

Fang Cheng's gaze searched around but did not find Asaka Minghui, and then landed on the golden chalice above the blood pool.

Good guy, it turns out that there is really a holy grail, and it is also a local tyrant gold.

It seems that it is really going to COS a Holy Grail Breaker.

Hayato Sato rushed out from his side, Fang Cheng reached out and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back hard.

Syllable!

A knife that came from nowhere slammed into the floor in front of Hayato Sato.

After saving the reckless Sato, Fang Cheng cut his palm with his fingernails, and the blood that flowed out instantly condensed into a javelin.

He strode forward with a javelin in hand and threw it at the chalice with all his might.

The javelin turned into a red shadow and shot straight at the Holy Grail amid the panicked cries of hundreds of people.

"Presumptuous!"

Shui Ma Dun shouted angrily and reached out and pressed his hand against the Dark Bible.

"Repulsion!"

The air in front of the pool of blood instantly condensed into a mass, and with a strong pressure, the javelin shot flew away.

The first attack failed, and Fang Cheng was not disappointed, it was just an attempt.

The archbishop raised his hand and pointed at Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato, and his angry voice resounded through the megaphone in the gymnasium: "Sect Guard, chop up these two troublesome outsiders and throw them into the pool of blood." ”

Hundreds of armed cultists quickly swarmed around the pool of blood, and the one who rushed to the front had already pulled out their pistols and started shooting at the two from a distance.

"Protect yourself and find a chance to save your sister."

Fang Cheng pushed Hayato Sato to the ground, and the blood that flowed out condensed into a semi-circular shield, blocking the two of them.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and bullets hit the shield, making craters one after another.

The huge force slammed into Fang Cheng's arm, causing tremors in the muscles.

The armed cultists had formed an encirclement, and except for a few with guns, the rest escaped with sharp weapons and surrounded the two.

Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's shots, Fang Cheng removed his shield and raised his gun to shoot, aiming first at those who had guns.

How did these disciples shoot at Fang Cheng, who had already hollowed out Takeda Masumi, he almost fired a hundred shots, and each bullet took away a gunman on the opposite side.

And as long as the other party raised his gun to shoot, Fang Cheng, who had a premonition of danger in advance, would raise his shield to resist in advance.

In a short wave of gunfights, the armed believers turned on their backs, and all the gunners were wiped out, but the remaining armed believers still rushed forward with full courage.

One of the leaders also shouted: "He doesn't have many bullets, so many of us can ...... with a mouthful of spit."

Bang!

Fang Cheng gave the last bullet to this guy who wanted to spit.

He knew that these armed cultists were ordinary people, just cannon fodder to consume his bullets.

But he didn't care.

After emptying two magazines in a row, the remaining armed cultists had already rushed in front of them.

Fang Cheng did not retreat, but advanced, a short burst into the crowd in an instant, and the blood flowing from the palm of his hand quickly turned into a silk thread thinner than a fishing line, and the head of the silk thread condensed into the shape of a blade.

The armed cultists around him swarmed up, and all kinds of sharp weapons rained down, trying to chop him up and dismember his body.

Fang Cheng put the shield on his back, bowed his head and bent down, blocking most of the attacks, he held two blades in both hands, and threw them to the left and right.

Two blades flew out with his tremendous force, the tail of the blade carrying a slender line through the dense human body.

Before the second wave of attacks by the armed cultists, Fang Cheng tugged at the solidified and hardened silk thread with both hands, and the whole person spun in place like a spinning top.

The two blades, with silk threads, swirled around the crowd like windmills.

Brush!

The movements of the armed cultists on the periphery stopped suddenly, and the middle ones squeezed forward due to inertia, squeezing and squeezing the upper body and falling down.

As if toppling a domino, it began to spread outward from the middle, and with a popping sound, a human body broke off from its waist and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining more than eighty armed disciples were all cut down by Fang Cheng's big windmill.

Broken limbs and gushing blood gushed together, and some people were not dead, still screaming and struggling on the ground.

In this bloody and terrifying scene like a slaughterhouse, only Fang Cheng was still standing.

This scene directly shocked the cultists in the audience.