The believers of the Sect of the End God kept pressing the trigger of the pistol, causing Zhao Sicheng's body in front of him to bloom with blood flowers.

Every shot he shot only hit Zhao Sicheng's limbs, avoiding the lethal areas of the torso and head, completely in a cat-and-mouse posture.

"Run? Do you really think that you can escape the pursuit of the Cult of the End God, and those who betray us of the Cult of the End God have no chance of survival. ”

The Cult of the End whispered jokingly, and finally stretched out his hands and pointed to the buildings on either side of the road.

"No one can interfere in the affairs of our Last God Sect, and there is no place in this world for a traitor like you!"

The believers of the Sect of the End God laughed excitedly, his faith was firm, and he naturally hated Zhao Sicheng incomparably.

Zhao Sicheng looked panicked and limped along.

In the shooting just now, he was hit by bullets in his hands and feet, and at this moment he could only slowly drag his injured leg forward slowly, leaving a long blood mark on the road.

His face became paler and paler, and he was shot several times, although it was not fatal, but he also shed a lot of blood.

Zhao Sicheng's heart was extremely gloomy, panting, walking step by step, listening to the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer.

"Squeak".

There was the sound of the door opening nearby, followed by a dissatisfied old voice.

"What's the noise? I won't let people sleep!"

Zhao Sicheng tried his best to raise his eyes, and saw that in a small church that had just been built on the side of the road, an old man in a robe pushed out of the door with a cane, and after seeing the two people chasing on the street, he seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Zhao Sicheng smiled bitterly, dragged his injured leg that was still bleeding, and moved in the direction away from the church.

The only thing he can do now is to die a little far away from this old man, so as not to implicate the innocent old man.

Rumble!

After walking a few steps, Zhao Sicheng heard a gunshot behind his ear.

He stumbled subconsciously, but then there was a wave of surprise that there was no pain in his body.

"You're hurt, boy, come in and bandage it. The old man's voice suddenly remembered at this moment.

Zhao Sicheng turned his head in surprise, but found that the old man in the robe had appeared beside him at some point.

"Old thing, this is an internal affair of the Cult of the End God, don't meddle with it. ”

Behind, the end-of-the-world cultist with a pistol frowned and spoke cautiously.

His strength is not bad, so naturally he is not as dull as Zhao Sicheng.

The shot he fired at Zhao Sicheng just now was stopped by this old man who suddenly appeared, and he didn't know how to use it.

Because of this, the followers of the Cult of the End God went against the norm and did not attack immediately, but put up the signboard of the Cult of the End God in an attempt to dissuade the old man.

"The Cult of the End God?"

The old man narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and looked at the believer of the Cult of the End God, as if stunned.

"That's right, the wrath of the Sect of the End God, with this small sect you belong to, it is impossible to bear it, so don't get out of here!"

Seeing the old man's reaction, the believers of the Sect of the End God were slightly happy in their hearts, and rebuked mercilessly.

"Little Teacher?"

When the old man heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile, and he pointed to the new church that had just been built by the side of the road with the cane in his hand, and said unhurriedly:

"This Lord of the Cult of the End God, do you know the name of our little sect?"

"Hmph, in front of our Sect of the End God, except for the other three major Divine Sects, all other sects are small sects that are not in the stream, and they have no value for me to remember. ”

The followers of the Cult of the End God seemed to be a little respectful when they heard the old man's tone, and their arrogance became even more arrogant, and they didn't even look at the new church.

The old man in the robe smiled faintly, and then spoke unhurriedly again:

"Then you have to remember clearly, the old man is the new missionary bishop of Haichuan City, from... Cult of the Dragon God. ”

The moment he spoke, his cane waved slightly.

Immediately, a skull-sized fireball instantly formed in front of him, and it rushed towards the end-of-god cultists.

"What the hell. ”

The Cult of the End muttered, and although he was a little surprised, he reacted quickly, and fired his pistol directly at the incoming fireball.

Bang!

At the moment when the bullet hit the fireball, the fireball exploded directly, turning into a violent fire, enveloping the surroundings at once.

The flame spread extremely quickly, but in an instant, it wrapped around the body of the Cult of the End God, turning him into a burning man.

"Ahh

In the midst of a series of screams, the pistols of the Cult of the End God fell to the ground, and they were also engulfed in flames.

Then his people fell into the flames.

The robed old bishop sneered softly, and waved his staff again, and the fire, which was still burning violently, disappeared into thin air.

And the corpse of the believer of the Cult of the Last God has been completely burned up in this short period of time, turning into a pile of ashes.

Zhao Sicheng watched this scene dumbfounded, almost shocked.

He looked away in a daze, and landed on the newly completed Ryujin Cult church.

On the earth of the world of the gods, there are a vast sea of various gods and religions, and the architectural style of the churches of the gods is also similar, and there are generally corresponding plaques to distinguish them.

However, this newly built church has not yet hung a plaque, so Zhao Sicheng and the believers of the Cult of the End God who died in the fire also did not know the Cult behind this new church.

"Young man, count your luck as you don't deserve to die, come to the church, and I'll bandage you. ”

The old man turned around and said calmly to Zhao Sicheng.

................

Moments later, in the midst of the new church.

"Are you sure what you say is true? The Cult of the End God secretly developed mind control experiments, and then hunted them down to Haichuan City in East Asia to prevent secrets from being leaked?"

The old bishop listened to Zhao Sicheng finish talking about the matter, and his face became serious, and he no longer had the relaxed freehand just now.

He stood up and paced through the chapel that had just been built.

"Yes, Your Excellency, you saved my life, and I will not lie on such a matter. ”

Zhao Sicheng's complexion was a little better, although his lips were white due to the massive blood loss from his previous injury, his eyes were very bright, and he clenched his fists again.

"Dragon God Cult, this is my only hope. ”

"The rumors are true, this bishop of the Dragon God Sect dares to directly attack the pursuers of the End God Sect. ”

He thought to himself.

The old bishop was still pacing, his brow was furrowed, his expression was a little complicated, he stopped, and quickly swiped on a large screen next to him, and the flow of text and information flowed through his fingertips like water.