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A human head, with a blood flower, drew a perfect parabola in mid-air, and smashed heavily under everyone's feet.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the head of the man on the ground.

After seeing Russell's head, falling on the hard stone, his head bleeding, the picture was terrible.

Everyone was stunned, and when they raised their heads, they saw a headless corpse kneeling under Zhao Ke's feet.

"You...... You ......"

A bishop looked at the human head on the ground, and then looked at the headless corpse that was trampled under Zhao Ke's feet, rolled his eyes up, pointed his finger at Zhao Ke, opened his mouth, but unfortunately he couldn't spit out a word, and fainted.

"True God, he killed the True God!"

Finally someone came to their senses and let out a scream.

Everyone didn't expect that this assassin, who had obviously been attached, actually cut off the head of the true god with a single sword.

"Kill him!"

The other bishop's eyes were red.

But before they could make a move, a shadow appeared behind Zhao Ke, and when they saw this figure, everyone's expressions suddenly became weird.

It was as if a fish bone was suddenly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Another Rusel.

Exactly like the previous one, he always maintained a smile on his face, and walked in front of Zhao Ke.

"How can there be two true gods??"

It's a pity that Bart has been torn to shreds by the angry warriors in the brawl of Fangcai, and now he can't even put together a silhouette.

Otherwise, if he was still alive and saw this scene, he would definitely cry with joy and tell everyone: "This TM is all fake." ”

However, Bart died.

He died a terrible death.

It is not an exaggeration to break thousands of corpses.

Naturally, I can't tell everyone what I know.

In the dull eyes of everyone, Zhao Ke grinned, and with a horizontal knife in his hand, he stabbed Russell into the heart and kicked Russell off the roof.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Rusel's body was torn apart.

The bishop, who had already woken up, rolled his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him, and fainted to the ground again.

But is that the end of it?

No!

I saw Zhao Ke grinning and raising the big horn in his hand: "The true god of shit, Russell has long been dead, and the Russell you see is a pile of man-made garbage." ”

Zhao Ke's voice fell, not giving the soldiers below time to think at all.

Soon, another Rusel, had already stepped forward.

The Russell, with an axe in his hand, looked at the stunned crowd below, and couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

Zhao Ke took out half a watermelon from the mail book, leaned against the broken wall, and looked at Russell in front of him: "Please start your performance." ”

Russell nodded indifferently, and raised the black fire axe in his hand, it could be seen that the axe was usually very well maintained, and the axe blade was in the sun, casting a cold light.

Ruthel raised his axe in the air, and in the stunned expressions of the people below, aimed it at his own head and slashed it down.

Poof!

The silver spoon was plunged into half of the watermelon.

I saw the spoon turn, digging out a large piece of pulp from it.

Placed in Zhao Ke's mouth, the bright red watermelon juice was squeezed by the flesh, instantly covering Zhao Ke's taste buds.

The fourth Russell walked up, and his performance knife was a fruit knife.

The Russel, looking very enthusiastic, slowly withdrew his pants.

Flutter.

The spoon was inserted into the flesh of the watermelon, and the bright red juice was seen splashing far along the gap, which made Zhao Ke frown.

I watched as a corpse fell from the roof.

At this time, the expressions of the people below changed from stunned to a little frightened.

Facing the bloody reality in front of him, even if his faith is firm, he can't help but have suspicions in his heart at this time.

Three-position ...... No! It was supposed to be two bishops, and the other was still in a coma.

Even as a servant of the true God, he is regarded as a preacher of the Insurgent Legion.

When he saw the corpses one after another in front of him, cracks began to grow in his heart on the defensive line that was not urgent.

5th place......

6th place......

Zhao Ke had already finished eating the watermelon, and he didn't continue to look at it, he made a total of twenty clones.

It's enough to give those fanatical believers outside, a stupid way to die.

Walking down to the roof, Zhao Ke looked at the forest in front of him that rose from the flat bottom and merged with the entire temple.

There was a coldness between her eyebrows: "She can't live up to you, but I can!"

If you want a good life, just fight for it yourself.

I'm not going to carry this weight for you! ”

If Crilas lives, this world will be better and become the so-called Pure Land, and Zhao Ke hopes that this world will last longer.

But when all this is built on, Crilas's forbearance and sacrifice.

Zhao Ke doesn't mind ruining this world.

To be reasonable, Zhao Ke is not good at it, he does not have the eloquence of Russell or Crewe.

But twenty of Russer's corpses were enough to crush their faith, even a faint rift, which would eventually burst out over time.

One after another, the soul of the doppelganger returned to Zhao Ke's body.

As for what was going on outside, what were the expressions of the bishops and the soldiers of the Insurrectionary Legion?

It's not important to yourself anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Ke took out the snow girl from the mail book.

As the surrounding temperature began to drop, Zhao Ke's fingers gently slashed along the blade.

According to the fat pig.

If you want to enter the Forsaken Land, you must smash your natal stamp.

And the best way to break your natal stamp is to stab yourself through the position of your natal stamp.

However, this knife is equivalent to making a bag...... Cutaneous surgery.

If you cut it off, you won't grow it back.

Looking at Xue Jizi on his abdomen, Zhao Ke hesitated.

He is not a saint.

Even he's not a good guy.

There is selfishness in his bones, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

In terms of Zhao Ke's own evaluation, it is not an exaggeration to call himself a villain.

But there is a weakness in everyone's heart.

is like a man like Aojiao, and that weakness is his fatal wound.

And his weakness is his relatives.

Precisely because he is an orphan and has no relatives.

But it is also officially so, in Zhao Ke's heart, every relative has irreplaceable weight.

The old brother Korey who rescued himself from the nursing home.

An old man who raised himself and taught him how to cook.

A brother who grew up together in competition and fighting.

These people have an irreplaceable importance in Zhao Ke's heart.

Holding the blade with both hands, Zhao Ke's expression became struggling, and he gritted his teeth.

"Old man, whether it will work out or not, boy, I am worthy of you, it depends on the will of God!"

As Zhao Ke pressed down hard, the blade pierced the belly, not yet to the depths.

But a biting cold instantly poured into his whole body along his abdomen, making Zhao Ke couldn't help but shiver.

Warn! Your natal stamp is under threat.

Warn! If the Natal stamp is damaged, you will be temporarily disqualified as a postman.

Warn! Once your Natal Stamp is damaged, you will lose all abilities.

Warn! If your natal stamp is damaged, you will not be able to use the album.

A series of warnings continued to come out of the postal book, and at the same time, even his own envoy began to become a little restless.

On the cover of the album, Tun's arms were outstretched, revealing his eyes under his armpits, looking at Zhao Ke and making a sharp low sound.

It seems that he is puzzled and frightened by Zhao Ke's behavior.

Look at the pitiful eyes of this little guy.

Zhao Ke could only smile at it: "Little guy, if I can rebuild and recover, I will definitely make you a big meal, but now...... Sorry. ”

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he took a deep breath and stabbed the blade in his hand like a deep knife.

"Click!"

Similar to the sound of glass breaking, the blood on Zhao Ke's face seemed to be emptied in an instant, and his face turned pale.

Countless warnings sounded in his ears, but Zhao Ke couldn't hear it anymore, his ears were ringing.

Even his vision began to blur, and he vaguely saw that his stamp album seemed to be corroded by rust, and quickly turned gray, and even the swallow on the cover was rotten and gradually lost its color.

"I'm sorry!"

Zhao Ke apologized to Tun in his heart, and shouted at the same time: "Return!" ”

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