Looking up at the dark red clouds in the sky, Zhou Yong's face was very solemn, and when he was about to contact the Monster Management Bureau, he heard a ruthless male voice in his headphones:

"The situation in that city is out of control, evacuate within an hour, and we will use other means to solve the problem. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What other means?" Hearing that hazy description, Zhou Yong felt a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.

Soon, the headquarters replied: "Put high-energy neutron radiation generators in the city to curb the spread of the park." ”

"High Energy Neutron Radiation ......"

Hearing this seemingly professional term, Zhou Yong was stunned for two seconds at first, and then immediately realized what the other party was talking about, and couldn't help shouting: "Drop a neutron bomb in the city?" Are you crazy? ”

-- As a type of nuclear weapon, the neutron bomb is much less powerful than its "brothers", but it does not mean that it can be dropped in such a city. Even if an average-sized neutron bomb falls in the center of the city, the high-energy neutron radiation generated at the moment of explosion is enough to slaughter half of the city's residents!

But even knowing this, the Monster Authority still made this decision:

"If Paradise is allowed to spread, it will only take ten hours for the city to be completely infected, and then 'Paradise' will spread to nearby towns and villages, and at that point, everything will be irreparable. To save all the inhabitants of the neighborhood, sacrificing a city is within our reach. ”

"Wait a minute...... Are you kidding me? This TM is killing people! Zhou Yong finally couldn't help but scold.

The cold voice ignored him, and continued to make a ruling: "High-energy neutron radiation can effectively curb the spread of 'Paradise', and this is what we must do in order to save the people nearby." ”

"Don't do that, there's another person who is stopping the spread of Paradise!" Zhou Yong almost roared: "If it was him, he might really be able to create a miracle!" ”

"Evacuate quickly, the bombers have already taken off from the air base of the nearby military district." The other party directly ignored his words: "In an hour, the bomb will be dropped." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yong gritted his teeth and spit out dangerous remarks in a low voice:

"Aren't you afraid I'll take that plane down?"

"We won't get in the way of the Great Exorcist's own decision, you can choose for yourself whether you want to live or die." The operator's mouth said this, and the tough tone had already exposed the fact that he was threatening Zhou Yong: "Goodbye." ”

It wasn't until a minute after the call was interrupted that Zhou Yong finally came back to his senses and scolded: "These crazy people ......"

He knew that it was impossible to change the instructions that the Monster Administration had already issued with his own efforts. To those who hate heretic creatures, destroying a city in order to stop the spread of Paradise is an acceptable loss. Zhou Yong himself knew that in order to avoid an irreparable doomsday disaster, it was indeed a good way to bomb now, but ......

"Lao Tzu will not be careless about human life...... Zhou Yong muttered and walked to the street in front of him, tearing off a piece of talisman paper from his right arm and pasting it on his chest.

He knew that the trip was a bad luck, but even so, the exorcist was unwilling to give up the last shred of hope.

Taking a deep breath, the "young man" dressed in white and his arms covered with rune paper strode towards the street where the divine envoy was.

By this time, the executioner, wearing a helmet with a pointed helmet, had once again started a war with the messenger from Paradise.

Zhang Luo, who turned into a "triangular head", raised his knife and slashed without any fancy slash, directly hitting Viotiel's chest. The messenger, who had been moving forward, was forced to take a few steps back quickly.

The heavy tip of the knife smashed on the ground, cutting off several gray and white arms that kept twisting in the bloody swamp, Zhang Luo stepped forward with the corpse under his feet, and continued to attack without mercy.

Even if he controlled all the realms around him, he didn't know what those limbs were. Whether it belongs to humans or to monsters from paradise.

But now...... That doesn't matter.

Part of the power of the Lord of Paradise was originally plundered from the evil god "Nameless Mist", and because of this, the compatibility between this energy and Zhang Luo was extremely high, making his combat power a step higher than that of ordinary evil god forms.

But the messenger was not a vulnerable being, perhaps aware of Zhang Luo's ability, Viotiel's speed was also a little faster, reaching an astonishing speed that even a high-speed camera could not capture.

The battle between the two "believers" seemed to ordinary people like a hazy flesh-colored mist shrouded in the streets, but it seemed that the humans in this area could not live to see such a scene......

"Bell!"

Zhang Luo slashed twenty knives in one second, but all of them were avoided by Viotiel, and because the speed was too fast, he couldn't even hear the continuous impact sound, leaving only a long echo.

"Is this guy an 'enemy of the same level'?" He whispered to himself, his voice echoing through his helmet.

For enemies who are stronger than oneself or of the same level, domain control cannot be effective, and it is simply impossible to kill Viotil by controlling the space alone. So now the battle that broke out in the center of the street has also turned into a seemingly unskilled white-knuckle battle.

Although Viotiel's speed is also very fast, Zhang Luo has the upper hand at the moment. As time passed, after gradually figuring out the other party's avoidance rules, Zhang Luo also began to create several terrifying wounds on the monster in the robe.

However, just as he was about to cut the messenger into pieces, a little girl's voice suddenly burst out of his head:

"Will you turn your back on the will of paradise?"

The voice was so clear that it sounded like it was right in my ears. At the same time, with some kind of terrifying penetrating power, Zhang Luo, who was possessed by the evil god, paused slightly, and a deep scar was suddenly torn open on his chest by Viotiel.

"Are you going to leave Paradise?" The girl continued.

"Are you ......" Zhang Luo stepped back in shock, raised his big knife to block Viotiel's punch, and continued to try to communicate with the voice: "Lord of Paradise? ”

Whatever the girl was, it was the first time he had heard a voice from "Paradise" directly, and the clear and unusual voice did not answer his question:

"As long as Paradise comes, the good will live in wonderful dreams, without pain, without death. Sinners will receive eternal punishment. Isn't that the kind of world that 'God' wants to see? The girl said.

Hearing this, Zhang Luo fell silent again. At this time, Viotiel had already "teleported" in front of him with strange steps, and two big blood-stained hands strangled Zhang Luo's throat, which seemed to be defenseless!

Click!

Zhang Luo raised the big knife suddenly, and cut off the opponent's head with the knife in his hand.

"After seeing what 'Paradise' looks like, I don't think anyone would like to live there."

Zhang Luo said with another knife, chopping the headless corpse in front of him in half, and the blood gushing out of it stained his body, making him wearing a "triangular head costume" look like he had just come out of the pool of blood.

Seeing that the messenger he had sent was killed, the "Lord of Paradise" did not get angry, but continued to negotiate with him patiently:

"Do you like the feeling? What it's like to be an executioner to judge sinners. ”

"It seems that you have admitted that the messenger you sent is a sinner." Zhang Luo stepped on the head that rolled to his feet: "Then what else is there to say?" How about I judge you first? ”

The unidentified girl giggled, "I'm looking forward to your arrival, but you must know that the messenger of paradise is not alone. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Luo saw that on the street in front of him, which turned into a bloody swamp, dozens of gray-white palms stained with blood slowly stretched out, and dozens of "messengers" wearing human skin masks and ceremonial robes crawled out, and the blood droplets on the gray skin suddenly disappeared as if they had been absorbed by the skin.

"Damn, do you want to ...... like this" Zhang Luo complained, his voice still isolated by the helmet.

- It would have taken a lot of effort to kill one "Viotir" alone, if thirty of them were taken together......

As soon as he thought of this, he saw thirty messengers coming towards him. (To be continued.) )