Kemon thought for three seconds, and without saying a word, he froze the blood of the two guards and threw them into the storage scarf with his backhand.

Because in a few seconds of synaesthesia, Kemon saw the shift time of the guards, it was 12 hours, they had just changed shifts, and there was still a long way to go before the next shift.

Kemon came here to deal with the Door Organization, and there was no need to spare his hands on the enemy.

Crossed the level, pushed open a closed door, stood in front of the fence, and looked ahead of the fence.

Ahead is a large and large space, where a crowd of people converges in a team and moves in the same direction.

Kemon saw centaurs in strange costumes, strange creatures with centipede legs that were half-human, half-fish, and humans with blue skin all over their bodies.

As far as the eye can see, only 10 percent of the creatures are pure humans, and the rest of the creatures are non-human races.

Kemon could sense that the heat contained in these non-human races was no more than the combined heat of the guards and disciples.

The crowd on the first level was unaware of the anomaly, and it seemed that their identity did not allow them to do so.

There is an electric light source coming down from above, illuminating the space below.

At the ceiling, there are a large number of wires densely arranged, and the thick pipes are disorganized, as if they have not been designed.

The sound of the radio continues to echo in my ears, and it is a non-Koi Island language.

Kemon is spiritually powerful, and it doesn't take him ten seconds to analyze what the other party is saying.

Gently popping the steel fence with his hand, pushing the door open and shut, someone finally looked at Kemon.

The people lowered their heads in panic and quickly skimmed over, not daring to look at Kemon.

Ignoring them, Kemon quickly joined the crowd and followed them into the so-called holy place.

The shrine is a large lecture hall with a ceiling of five meters, and rows of benches are neatly arranged two hundred meters away.

The farthest wall is stained with impurity glass depicting a vague image of the true god.

Looking at the mural, Kemon felt a strong spiritual pollution rushing over his face.

If your spiritual resistance is only below 3,000, you may secretly make a mark.

But now it's different, and this mental pollution can only surprise Kemon slightly.

"Sing with me our great ...... of the Oneness of All Things"

"Ah, great ......"

The emotional singing voice echoed in the high lobby like a heavenly sound.

The wall materials here are carefully designed to enhance the echo and make the believers more sincere.

Kemasked was expressionless, pretending not to pretend, and just walked straight to the disciple father on the podium.

The disciple priest wears a white robe, like a priest? With your eyes closed? Sing the name of the true God of the Sect Order.

The benches in front of the queue, where every sincere believer closes his eyes? Let go of his throat and make an ethereal sound.

With more and more people chanting? The greater the spiritual pollution contained in the voice.

Isn't this kind of mental pollution the kind that makes people go crazy? Rather, it is subtly transformed into a believer in the door organization.

It stands to reason that whoever invaded here? Don't have a few thousand resistances? will plant a seed similar to the demon in their hearts, and if they don't leave, if they have potential in the future, they will definitely be promoted to disciples.

The disciples here were not well prepared for the invasion of outsiders? Maybe arrogance? There may also be another layer of reasons.

Kemon walked towards the disciple's place with no speed at a pace, one step at a time, and unswervingly walked towards the disciple's place, the skill in his heart was ready, aiming at the heat distribution point on the disciple's godfather.

The Godfather has the highest number of calories in his brain? This is followed by the hands and legs, the heat of which can outline the tentacle-like shape.

Once the war starts? It is possible for this disciple to use his alienated brain to send out a spiritual attack, and the alienation of his hands and legs can also turn into a terrifying murder weapon.

But this kind of thing is useless to Kemon? Because of the thought of Kemon, the heat on the disciple's godfather was quickly withdrawn? Lost into the air? Disappear inexplicably.

The white-robed priest is like this? Like a dead statue, it fell to the ground.

The faithful who were obsessed with chanting did not notice, and only those who had not yet taken their seats noticed the sudden fall of the priest.

"What's going on?"

"How did the great disciple fall?"

Beside Kemeng, there was a chattering discussion, and there was a bit of panic in his voice.

A few seconds later, screams rang out through the crowd, like sharp knives breaking through the harmonious chanting.

After the screams, the believers in the front row opened their eyes to find that the priest had fallen and stopped chanting.

The person closest to the priest trotted all the way to the priest, touched his nose, picked off his eyelids, and saw the priest's frozen eyeballs, and his skin also felt extremely cold skin, like a large ice cube of more than 100 degrees below zero.

Kemon has tested that irreversible death occurs when a person's body temperature drops to a certain degree.

"Disciples...... Die! The first probe's lips trembled, and his tongue flicked, and the wrong sound was made, but the general meaning was already expressed.

"The disciple is dead!"

"Ahhhhh

Screams rang from the front row to the back row, and countless reservists panicked and left their positions and ran away from the holy place.

Kemon then crossed the panicked crowd, walked up to the disciples of death, and touched the other man's face.

Countless synaesthesia images appeared in front of Kemon's eyes, and Kemeng saw the figure of the Golden Gate Lord.

Precise analysis of various information from the senses shows that there is a gate directly connected to the main location of the Golden Gate on the lowest floor.

After taking away the disciples, Kemon was resolute and went straight through the second layer, the third layer, and the fourth level, which is the lowest level.

After arriving at this floor, there are not as many people on the fourth floor as there are people above, it is a resting place for several disciples, the decoration is luxurious, and all kinds of power consumers are directly filled, and they don't feel sorry for the electricity bill of the wasteland at all.

Due to the anomaly of the underground space on the first floor, the disciples on the fourth floor already knew that something was wrong and stayed in the hall one after another.

"Who are you?" The nineteen disciples were in full array, and the items in their hands had already been used before they could finish speaking.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

Containment, offensive items, all attacked together.

The temperature in the space suddenly rose, and waves of red qi surged over with the deadly energy of the high temperature.

On the walls and on the ground, purple lightning turned into tiny rats, and they were the first to strike at the speed of real lightning, much faster than the red temperature temperature.

In addition, there are clouds of mist that have sprung into ghostly centaurs, terrifying killer plants, and other mass killing items.

Even behind Kemon, a gray fog wave was instantly generated, and a huge insect mouth formed by a certain containment object was forming across borders.

A variety of attacks have formed an all-round blockade of Kemon, and Kemeng senses that this space is already in a closed state, and it is no longer possible to send a teleportation stone to tear through the void and escape.

"It's too slow." Kemon shook his head.

Click.

The eighteen disciples suddenly exploded, white ice cubes flew in all directions, solidified blood vessels and blood droplets shot to the ground like bullets, and a large white ultra-low temperature cold mist exploded.

There was only one disciple left, standing there alone, the expression of excitement on his face suddenly stiffened and trembled.