The group of believers had seen that Bank, who was actually safe and sound under the shackles of the devil's contract, and regarded them as kings, and killed them with their backhand.

Originally, some of their beliefs in themselves were shaken, after all, those who were very fanatical had been killed by Mo Luo, and even the people next to those believers could not escape their fate.

And the believers who remained, when they saw that the essence of Mephisto they thought was not a united enemy under Bank, finally began to have a lack of faith.

"Puff~"

Under the leadership of the first man, the believers fell to their knees.

In a moment, most of the believers knelt on the ground, and only some stubborn people, or Mephisto had signed a contract, could not help but believe in the devil, and still stood in the field.

"Bang~"

Morrow was very tacit, and before Bank could speak, he shot down a believer who was still standing.

Because these believers who are still standing are either stubborn in their belief in the devil to the extent of life and death, or have sold their souls to Mephisto.

Even if Mephisto died, they would only be able to do things for the devil for the rest of their lives, and that alone would have made the world no longer exist.

"Let's let go, how did I hit his waist on the head I just aimed at." Moro muttered.

Frightened, those who knelt next to the believers who were still standing, immediately flashed to the side.

"That buddy, do you see if he's dead, if he's not dead, you can help me make up for a shot." While loading the bullets, Moro said to the buddy next to the believer who was kneeling and had been shot by himself.

That believer was already far away, thinking that no matter how biased you are, you shouldn't be able to deviate from me, but when I heard this, I found that sure enough, staying by those fanatical believers is a thief's bad luck.

But despite this, he picked up a stone with difficulty, walked over to the dying believer, and then slammed it on his head in his wide eyes.

"Bang, Bang, Bang, Poof~"

"Okay, okay, it's all made into red bean porridge, you kneel, don't block my sight." Morro said, knocking over another believer who was still standing.

And the believer who stabbed his former accomplice heard this, and immediately knelt down, for fear that Mo Luo's squinting eyes would shoot himself in the head without paying attention.

When Mo Luo overturned a few more, the few believers who were still standing looked at each other, and then rushed to Bank's side with a shout, shouting something like "glory of my lord", "glory of my lord", "my lord is martial arts, thousands of generations, magic skills, and unification of the earth".

Those believers probably didn't expect that when they rushed to the front and back of Bank, they were still alive and well, and Banker didn't beat them to the ground without a wave of his hand.

So Banker stepped on the struggling Mephisto and stared at them.

"What for?" Banker asked them with a tilted head.

Those people also don't know what to do, and they don't know where to put their hands.

They had rushed to Bank's side with the determination to die, but when they got to him, they didn't know what to do.

They didn't carry any weapons when they held the ceremony, so could it be that you rushed up and slammed your fist at the gatekeeper?

That's unrealistic.

"Ah~"

Finally, one of the deadly ones couldn't take it anymore, and he punched Bank.

"Bang~"

A gunshot rang out, and the believer fell to the ground.

But not by bullets, but by intimidation.

He touched his body and found that he was unharmed, and just as he wondered if I was too religious, so my lord blessed me, Banker spoke up.

He snapped the bullet from his arm, kicked Mephisto out again, and turned back to Moro and said, "Please, put on the scope." ”

Mo Luo smiled awkwardly and said, "It's already installed." ”

Banker had a question mark on his face and said, "You still hit me with it?" ”

Mo Luo shrugged his shoulders and said embarrassedly: "Isn't this an emergency, how can I have time to aim." ”

Banker shook his head and said, "I think you might as well let him hit me, what do you think?" ”

Mo Luo spread his hands and said, "I think so, you just continue, don't worry about me." ”

Bank shook his head, ignoring him, instead focusing on the Mephisto clones and the believers.

When he found that Mephisto was black-faced and did not know how to run away, Bank said to the believers, "What is your Lord doing over there, on my side?" ”

"Puff~"

When Bank finished saying this, one of these super-fanatics suddenly knelt in front of Bank.

"Truman, what are you doing? How dare you disobey my lord's ......"

"Snort~"

Before the fanatics' accusing words could be spoken, they were burned to char by Bank's wave of his hand.

But just as Bank was about to say something to this time-savvy person, he suddenly exploded himself, and the endless hellish magma, with a heat of tens of thousands of degrees, instantly buried Bank.

Mephisto on the other end saw that his plan had succeeded, and did not think of taking this opportunity to attack Bank.

Then he drew a portal to hell, and the flames enveloped him again.

But how could Bank be limited by this means, after all, his strength has surpassed Mephisto's clone by too much.

I saw him break out of the magma cover, without a trace of filth on his body, and came to Mephisto in an instant

As he was about to void, he grabbed his horn again.

However, Bank didn't let go easily this time, he directly broke the horns on the head of this hell monarch under everyone's frightened expressions!

"Ah~"

Mephisto cried out in a mixture of grief and anguish, for how could the horn be so insulted in the eyes of the creatures of hell, a symbol of strength and glory?

Not to mention that he's a hot Helllord.

Mephisto said angrily: "Bank~~ I will let you know what is the real despair, you ......"

"Smack~"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bank slapped him in the face.

Mephisto turned his head, stared at Bank, and said, "Good, those friends of yours......"

"Smack~"

Banker still didn't let him finish, and slapped him in the face with another backhand.

"You ......"

"Smack~"

"I want to ......"

"Smack~"

"Enough!"

"Smack~"

"Don't ......"

"Bang~Bangpa~"