Aresia recognized it as the group of fanatics they had been tracking down all along, because they were so easy to identify.

The pale face, the vain steps, the fanatical and restless excitement in the eyes.

But the girl was not happy at all, because the number of the other party was completely beyond her expectations, and Arethia had been investigating this group for a while, and knew that many of them usually chose to hide in the mountains or in the inaccessible no-man's land because they were difficult to be tolerated by the world, but they did not expect that in Nuuk, the largest city in Greenland, there were so many hidden under their noses.

They usually disguised themselves as artists, but secretly they probably carried out secret meetings and bloody sacrifices, and Aresia noticed that many of them looked young, some were not even older than her, and they were obviously new to recruitment.

This made Arathea shudder, since the attack that year, the group of fanatics seemed to know that those Inuit were looking for them, so they disappeared for a while, but now it seems that they have not stopped there, but have been secretly growing, lurking and planning something, until the earthquake and the red aurora reappeared, they seemed to get some signal and poured out again.

On the art museum alone, Alethia saw at least thirty or forty people, and they quickly surrounded the two of them, but fortunately, except for the harpoon gun before, the weapons held by the rest of the people were not so lethal, and some even took down the spears on the museum wall directly, and the physical condition of these people seemed to be lacking in exercise, and even inferior to ordinary people.

But there were too many people to hold them up, and Arethia and Ole only had a knife and a baseball bat in their hands, and Ole had already danced the baseball bat into a wind, and instead of retreating, he gritted his teeth to meet it.

Ole knew that if this group of people completely surrounded them, then they would only have a dead end, and instead of sitting and waiting for death, it was better to fight and try to see if they could break out while the encirclement was not closed.

So he picked a direction that looked the most sparse, and smashed a stick into the head of the person running in front, but the other party couldn't avoid it, and he didn't make a block in time, so he was smashed by Ole.

With Ole's strength, this is not a joke, as soon as the baseball bat touched his head, everyone present heard the sound of bones breaking, and finally the unlucky man's head was smashed and fell directly into a piece, and he fell to the ground, and he couldn't live.

Ole followed up and swung the baseball bat at another person beside him, and that person finally had time to react, but seeing the baseball bat smashed towards him, he unexpectedly did not choose to defend and block, but continued to poke the electric drill in his hand into Ole's eyes, and at the same time his eyes flashed with madness.

Ole was quite satisfied with his eyes, and didn't want to lose them, especially the other party's craftsmanship didn't look very good, maybe he couldn't poke his eyes this time, but directly opened a hole in his eyebrows, so he had to withdraw the baseball bat and dodge to the right side first.

But in this way, his momentum of rushing out was interrupted, and after half a second, the others began to lean in this direction.

Although Ole roared again and again, and smashed a few people out with a baseball bat, but in the end he couldn't stand the crowd on the other side, especially when a boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, opened his mouth and bit his thigh, Ole wanted to repeat the old trick under the pain, and smashed the boy's head with a baseball bat, but he hesitated when he saw the other party's immature face.

And it was this moment of hesitation that he was struck in the arm by another man with a kitchen knife, and the baseball bat was taken off his hand, and then someone jumped on his back, and the fanatics saw that Ole was already at the end of his crossbow, so they all rushed up like a group of sharks that smelled blood, wanting to share the meal together.

Ole was quickly crushed to the ground, Rao is a divine power, he can't stand up now, once he falls, he can't get up again, and Arethia on the other side is even worse, although she uses a knife to kill the two fanatics who first approached her.

But then she was shot in the thigh with a blowarrow, and to make matters worse, the blow arrow was smeared with poison, and Araithia soon lost feeling the left half of her body, and was set up and pinned to the wall by two fanatics, while the other person stabbed her chest with a spear.

Am I going to die here today?

Arethia thought a little dazed, but her parents' revenge had not yet been avenged, and she had not been able to find out the main messenger behind all this, and she was not willing to die like this.

But no amount of reluctance could stop the spear that stabbed her.

Luckily, though, bullets can!

With the sound of a gunshot, the fanatic with the spear suddenly froze, and then fell to the ground weakly.

Immediately afterward, another fanatic, who was holding an electric drill and wondering where to make a hole in Ole's body first, also went with his companion.

There was a commotion on the side of the fanatics, as an uninvited guest appeared in the museum at some point, interrupting the revelry.

Aresia looked up in amazement and saw a somewhat familiar figure in the direction of the side entrance of the museum.

It's the Chinese who defeated her and Ole before!

Arethia didn't expect to see each other again here!! And she didn't expect that she would one day become so ecstatic that she even burst into tears because she met each other again.

It's just that after the initial excitement, Aletia's heart sank again.

Because she noticed that Zhang Heng had only come here alone, even if she counted Song Jia, who had been following him, it was hard to imagine how the two of them had dealt with so many fanatical believers, and in the end, they were just following in the footsteps of her and Ole.

And as if to confirm her suspicions, the fanatics became more excited one by one after seeing their companions killed by bullets, instead of feeling frightened and frightened.

Death and killing were like spiritual opium to them, both other people's and their own, and so with the exception of a small number of people who had subdued Ole and Arethea, the rest of the fanatics rushed towards the figure in front of the side door.

(End of chapter)