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More than 2,000 cries gathered together, mournful and desolate, and the sound spread for five miles. Even the moon couldn't bear to continue to look at the scene that looked like hell on earth, and slowly hid in the clouds.

The light of the fire still danced incessantly, like the murals of primitive people depicting obscure and bold pictures on the neat and white walls of the white 'dew' city.

At this moment, except for the screams of the tumbling fire man under the city, there was no other sound, including Liu Ye on the opposite side of the city, and everyone seemed to be stunned by the scene in front of them and couldn't come back to their senses.

Mo Zhi'an looked at all this coldly, he really couldn't imagine that the more than 2,000 god-like believers he brought over were so gone. The sudden change made him unable to turn his senses, and he just stared at everything burning in front of him in a daze.

More than 2,000 people, this is not an ordinary 2,000 people, but 2,000 mythical believers!

If it was just more than two thousand people, Mo Zhi'an would not frown, and he could find so many people as long as he searched the wasteland for a month. But what is currently lost is 2,000 Simulacrums, and basically one in a hundred people may not be able to produce one Simulacrum.

Even at the highest rate, more than 2,000 people are equivalent to 200,000 people! 200,000 people, needless to say, for human beings whose numbers have been greatly reduced after the war, even the entire population of a medium-sized city in Liu Ye's time!

And now in front of him, this represents at least 200,000 people, and two thousand god-like believers were burned to death by the damned walls of Bai 'Lu' City, how could Mo Zhi'an endure this.

You must know that these nearly 3,000 people, but after Mo Zhi'an replaced the original sacrifice in this area, he made a call to the upper echelons to ensure that he would be able to capture Bai 'Lu' City and then scrape together the men and horses that he could 'get'. But it was burned down like this. Mo Zhi'an almost didn't dare to imagine what kind of punishment he would be punished when he went back.

Even if he is the only knight of the Anthropomorphic Sect who can advance on his own in recent years, even if he has a special identity, how can the Divine Sect continue to endure such a loss to the Divine Sect after he killed the sacrifice?

The answer is: absolutely not!

So what should I do? Escape? No way! The Cult of God has a special tracking method for knight-level people, and no matter where I flee, the simulated crystals in my body will constantly report my location to the Cult.

Unless......

Unless he breaks through the White 'Dew' City and catches the Maple White 'Dew', maybe the Divine Sect can still open up to himself, and then there may be a turnaround.

"Not bad! That's the only way I can go right now! Mo Zhi'an's face changed his complexion and gloom, and after thinking about it a few times, he finally decided what to do next.

At this time, a believer next to him who was lucky enough not to rush forward asked in a trembling voice, "City Lord! What do we do now? Still besieged the city? ”

It seems that he still hasn't recovered from the Shura scene in front of him, how can a person like him who can only fight with the wind stand such a scene.

"Attack! Attack, of course! Mo Zhian said coldly, with a questioning affirmation in his tone.

Hearing Mo Zhi'an's words, his face changed, to be honest, he was already frightened by what had just happened. If Mo Zhi'an wasn't still standing here, he would have fled in fright. Now when he heard that Mo Zhi'an was going to attack, he couldn't help but tremble, and his face turned pale.

"But...... So many people are finished! What can the use of more than 100 of us? The city lord should retreat! Another believer timidly suggested, and it seemed that he was thinking the same as the believer.

Mo Zhi'an's face was cold, of course he knew what these people were thinking. If he can retreat, he wants to retreat too. But that can't be done, it's not a big deal for these believers under his command to escape, that is, they will be regrouped. But if he escapes back, the punishment he receives will not be a little bit, and at the lightest will be turned into an unconscious expendable like Liu Ye who only knows how to obey people's orders, Mo Zhian is absolutely unwilling to do that.

"Good! If you want to escape, then I'll let you escape! Mo Zhi'an said with a cruel smile, and before the two believers could react to what was going on, he grabbed them with lightning with both hands and threw them vigorously at the city wall in front of them, which they regarded as a place of death.

The terrible screams stopped abruptly in the middle of their mouths, and their heads slammed into each other, a puddle of red and white liquid splashed, and two more pieces of blood were on the city wall. The two chariot and horse-level believers were waved by Mo Zhi'an in this way, and the mimic god *** next to him was silent when they saw Mo Zhi'an so ferocious, and they no longer dared to say anything about retreating.

Mo Zhian looked at the expression of the mimicry around him with satisfaction, he just took the opportunity to kill the 'chicken' and set an example to the monkey, so that others would know what would happen if he escaped against his intentions.

Now the problem he has to face is how to solve this wall that makes him afraid of himself, and the scene of death and hell just now also left a deep image in Mo Zhi'an's heart, and he couldn't help but be moved.

To be honest, Mo Zhi'an didn't care much about the electric fire attack just now, but this kind of 'sexual' injury was a big threat to the people under him. Most of the believers who went up just now were in the anthropomorphic cooling time, and it was difficult for the unanthropomorphic body to withstand the electric shock and fire.

Even if the mimic state is completed in time, half of them are not immune to fire.

What to do? Mo Zhixin thought anxiously, no matter how much his knowledgeless mind thought about it, it was only spinning around on how to use anthropomorphism and power, and he had never thought of using foreign objects.

"Wait? What is that? ”

Suddenly, Mo Zhi'an's eyes suddenly saw that the corpses of the two *** who had just died were a little different from the surrounding corpses, and most of the bodies of the mimic gods around them were still unconsciously 'twitching', which was the normal reaction of being charged an electric current through the body. But the corpse that he had just thrown against the wall and smashed to death did not react like this, and remained motionless.

"Could it be ......" Mo Zhixin had a conjecture, and casually pointed to a mimicry god next to him and said, "You! Take the rope and go and see! ”

"Ahh The *** who was pointed at trembled, and his face suddenly turned pale, and in his eyes, as long as he walked into that city wall, it was no different from death. The people around him seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they all moved away, leaving him alone to stand there.

Mo Zhi'an's pupils shrank, and he shouted: "What are you rubbing? If you don't go over, you'll be exactly the same as the two people just now! ”

The designated *** mouth 'lips' trembled slightly, trembling all over, and he hesitated again and again and had to walk slowly. Although it is the same to die early and late death, but it is normal to be greedy for life and afraid of the dead, and if you can live one minute longer, you will live one more minute.

He walked slowly, completely devoid of the momentum he had come, pacing much slower than the average person. After all, if you grind for a while, you will live for a while.

"Hurry up! Otherwise, I won't die now! Mo Zhian watched impatiently from the side and shouted loudly. For him, those below his class are all tools, just tools that are a little more advanced for ordinary people.

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't help but listen to Mo Zhi'an's instructions, the hierarchy of the Theosophism is strict, and the high-class people have a way to make the low-class people bow down.

He quickened his pace slightly, and slowly approached the front of the city under Mo Zhi'an's order.

Standing on the edge of the city wall, he trembled and untied the rope around his waist and threw it at the hook. I don't know if it's because I'm afraid and nervous, or for some other reason, I didn't get caught three times in a row.

"Whew!" "Bang!"

An object grazed past *** and slammed into the wall, scattering him with black ash. looked at it closely, but his hands trembled in fright, and he found that it was the charred *** corpse that had been thrown from behind as a weapon.

Mo Zhi'an's cold voice came from behind him: "If you don't hit it again, he will be your end!" ”

Swallowing his saliva and swallowing his stomach, his heart beating violently, his eyes closed, his hands lifted, and the rope finally caught the hook on the wall.

"I'm fine!" After a while, ***, who didn't find that he had any wrong symptoms, opened his eyes and said happily in his heart. However, before the joy reached his throat, he was suppressed again.

"Now on the wall!" Mo Zhi'an's voice came from behind him again, with an undisobedient tone and undisguised killing intent.

The 'legs' made a clear swing, moving forward step by step. Closing his eyes again, enduring the violent beating of his heart, his 'legs' kicked up the city wall.

"It's still fine!" He exhaled inwardly, and went down the city wall with a limp body, having almost scared his soul out just now. Regardless, the city wall still put a lot of pressure on him, and he didn't want to stay on the wall for a moment.

Mo Zhi'an looked at the *** who had nothing to do, and 'revealed' such a smile, he was confident that he would deal with this city wall that had just made him feel powerless.

At this time, the white 'dew' city on the opposite side still uncharacteristically did not make a sound, as if it had become an empty city.

"What are you doing? Don't hurry up and climb for me! Just when the *** was glad that he had escaped with his life, Mo Zhi'an's urging voice sounded in his ears again.

"Climb?" Looking at the city wall more than ten meters high, the white 'colored' wall is still burning with residual flames from time to time. With the faint light of the flame, it was enough to see the traces of blood burning on the wall, like a piece of annoying psoriasis appeared on the white skin of the human body.

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