It's noon.

The sun seems to have a deep grudge against the world, smashing all its heat down on the world.

Under this scorching sun, the originally quiet city of Yager was shrouded in shadows at this time.

The shadow of death.

Of the 50,000 bats, the smallest wingspan is half a meter, and the largest wingspan reaches a terrifying two meters.

They are like a swarm of locusts that wreak havoc throughout the city.

The remaining 500 low-level saints were originally inferior in combat power to those 200 high-level saints.

In the face of these 50,000 bats, it is naturally impossible to resist.

100 to 1 numerical advantage, how to resist?

The whole city resounded with terrible screams.

Of course, this is only for those of the Holy Light Legion.

These people bully the weak and fear the weekdays, and do a lot of bad things.

Killing them, Wen Zilong did not have any mercy.

As for the nearly 10,000 coolies in the city, of course Wen Zilong did not attack them.

These coolies, at this time, were hiding in the houses, listening to the screams outside in horror one by one.

From time to time, you can see black shadows flying outside the window.

Some of them trembled;

Some people were so frightened that they didn't say a word.

However, when the screams outside gradually subsided, none of them were harmed.

After about ten minutes, they heard that there seemed to be no movement outside.

Those who had the courage to do so all went out of the house.

The black demon was gone, and it never seemed to have come.

However, on the streets of the city, you can see corpses from time to time.

These corpses are the saints of the abominable Legion of Light.

"We ...... We're not dead. ”

"That black demon, only kill those saints!"

And then ...... And then flew away? ”

"Could it be...... Are they here to save us? ”

"The Gwaniyas believe that these black devils bring disease and disaster. But now it doesn't seem like that's the case. ”

As they spoke, they saw a car slowly coming towards the city.

They saw a big bird standing in the compartment of the car.

Someone had seen it before, and it was the big bird that could talk.

What is this big bird doing now?

Those black demons, it must have something to do with it.

So, is it here to kill us now?

Even if it doesn't kill us, it should be like the Holy Light Legion, enslaving us and making us coolies, right?

At this time, Wen Zilong looked at those frightened people, and he shook his head helplessly.

Then he waved his wings and said:

"You're free now. Go wherever you want. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

He stood there stunned, without anyone moving.

Wen Zilong sighed again: "I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet." I said, you are free, you want to eat, you want to drink, you want to pull, you want to scatter. You can even do something you want to be ashamed of. ”

"This ......"

Everyone was stunned again.

"Your Excellency, ...... Don't kill us? ”

A bold young man asked.

Wen Zilong waved his wings and said, "These donors are really joking. How could a person like me, who is kind and kind, and who is kind-hearted, Amitabha, kill someone? ”

The young man glanced back at the corpses strewn across the street.

The meaning is obvious: you killed so many people, and you still say you won't kill?

But this lord kills all the wicked.

Killing the wicked is saving them from the good guys.

So he can be regarded as a kind person.

Thinking of this, the young man hurriedly crawled to the ground.

"Thank you for saving us."

The others also fell to the ground.

"Thank you for saving us."

"My lord, dare to ask your name. We also pray for you every day. ”

"Yes, my lord, you saved us from the sea of suffering. We pray for you every day. ”

Wen Zilong thought about it and nodded:

"Then, just call me the Great Demon King. Oh, it's the Great Demon King, there's no 'right'. ”

Thinking of these words, translated into Chinese, it is "the big devil king", Wen Zilong is a little embarrassed.

Those people were stunned.

No matter what country or culture you are in, "big devil" is not a good word.

The bird killed the wicked and saved them all.

But he said that he called himself the Great Demon King.

However, the Great Demon King is the Great Demon King.

"Thank you, Lord Archdemon, for saving us."

The young man said prostrately.

The others also fell to the ground and said:

"Thank you, Lord Great Demon King, for saving me."

"We will pray for the Great Demon King every day from now on."

"If it weren't for the Great Demon King, maybe one day we would have died at the hands of the saints of the Holy Light Legion. Thank you, Great Demon King. ”

Wen Zilong listened to the heartfelt gratitude of those people, and looked at the gratitude in their eyes, and couldn't help but have a little sense of happiness in his heart.

It turns out that helping others is also a kind of happiness.

It seems that he should be a bloodthirsty bird who helps others in the future.

Wen Zilong waved his hand at them, flattening them down.

Then he came to the sniper son and grabbed the sniper rifle with his claws.

Hand it to Wen Yuqi: "Aren't you going to shoot?" ”

Wen Yuqi nodded, took it, and fiddled with it twice in his hand.

Seeing her skillful technique, Wen Zilong said: "It seems that she is an old driver with a gun." ”

Wen Yuqi glanced at Wen Zilong, and his face looked a little excited.

To be honest, she really likes guns.

It's just that in the past, except for being able to touch the gun when I went to practice shooting, I basically didn't have much chance at other times.

Now is the chance.

And it's also her favorite sniper rifle.

Wen Zilong said to Wen Yuqi: "Go look around and see if there are any bullets from the sniper rifle." ”

Wen Yuqi shook his head: "No, this sniper rifle uses general-purpose bullets." Bullets in these guns around are fine. ”

"Well, that's good. You'll be my sniper from now on. When I am bullied, you have to cover me; When I bully others, you have to cover me. ”

Wen Yuqi stroked the body of the gun with some affection, and said, "Don't worry, with me, you can't die." ”

"Let's go, go to the next city."

At the same time, fifty kilometers away from the city of Agda, in the city of Wagda.

The bald saint who had escaped was standing in front of the Son of Wagda, remembering with horror on his face.

After hearing this, the Son of Nawagda frowned.

He had already received news that the saints in two cities had been destroyed.

At this time, when he heard the bald saint say this, he did not doubt in his heart about the strange bird.

The bald saint finally said, "That strange bird, let me bring you a word for your holy son: their demon army is here. ”

The Holy Son of Wagda, who was pacing, paused slightly when he heard this.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Coming? Let's stay. ”

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