"Yo, Bucky, are you back? I've got a couple of 'goods' today. "In a dilapidated house that no one cared about, a drunken and hazy strong man shouted without raising his head, after all, in this dilapidated and remote house, there was not even anything worth a copper to be found, it was really a place where thieves and rats were sad and wept, naturally there would be no surprises to take care of, except for those madmen, but although it gave people a gloomy feeling, it was indeed their big financier, so thinking about it was really the greatest luck of their group of idle guys.

"Who are you, woo-ah?!!" The sharp blade easily slashed through his neck, and he saw a man in a black robe and a mask walk out with a short knife, and after killing him, the black-robed man left.

"Finally, finally avenging my sister, but now is not the time to relax, the master wrote to me that the real source is the group of cultists who like blood sacrifices, and I will peel them off with my own hands!" The black-robed man's voice roared hoarsely, making an inhuman voice, this kind of existence is not so much a human being as a beast killed for the sake of killing.

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"The smell of blood that can be smelled from here?,Even if you don't have to see through the magic eye, you can know it clearly.,It's really too much.,If I'm an ordinary person, the clue at this time will be completely broken.,Although I don't know if it's an underworld vendetta or a black eater or simply a murder to kill people.,But it's meaningless to me.。 Carlos muttered to himself, opened the half-concealed door, and walked inside, seemingly noticing the shadow following him.

Putting his hands on the corpse that still had residual warmth, he found some useful memories from the soul fragments, every Wednesday after the sun went down the black-robed people would come to trade with them, and luckily it was Wednesday, and the children were imprisoned in the cellar, although there was no sense of any living breath in the cellar now, if I guessed correctly, this group of drunks was too lazy, because they were scum who didn't want to work with hands and feet, and they were not capable of committing big crimes, if they guessed correctly, they should have been going to catch them every time close to Wednesday or on WednesdayThe "prey" makes ends meet, which also saves a sum of money on food and reduces some accidents.

"Die!" a hoarse voice came from behind, and Carlos threw a punch that slammed it into the wall, embedded deep in the wall.

"You can't even hide your killing intent and aura completely, is this still an assassin or a killer?And your footsteps are so loud and your breathing is so heavy, can't I really hear it?" Carlos saw this strange black-robed man, and immediately rejected this guy as a cultist, after all, if it was really a cultist, then this unexplained anger and pain were obviously unjustifiable.

"Kind of kill me, miscellaneous!" because Carlos intended to use it as bait and did not kill the black-robed man, but in the case of a heavy blow all over his body and every bone was broken, ordinary people did not have the ability to continue to fight back, in fact, in this bad situation, the black-robed man was still awake because his willpower was very tenacious, but no matter how strong his willpower was, he could not avoid death, or it would not be long before this body would completely lose its vitality, and it would be necessary to make good use of it before that.

"I'll give you a good time later, but before I can do it a good time. Lifting the black-robed man with one hand, his thin body contrasted with his indomitable will, Carlos couldn't help but take off his mask with curiosity, although he knew how hideous the appearance under the mask was.

"The burns are severe, and this level of disfigurement gives you the energy to continue living, because there is some purpose to serve as a spiritual pillar? Carlos said lightly, this guy is dead, even if he doesn't have himself, this guy will completely collapse in a short time, sure enough, compared to demons, humans are really a fragile and pitiful creature.

"How do you know I'm covered in burns?!" Carlos was fed up with this surprise, and he didn't want to hear a guy with an ugly face moaning along the way, so he immediately knocked him unconscious, if he didn't knock this guy unconscious, this guy's hatred couldn't be hidden at all, and he was afraid that he would be exposed as soon as he walked into that bloody church.

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In the city's underground passages, Carlos finally walked out of the labyrinthine road after turning left and right, only to see two black-robed men with spears standing in front of him, and they also had a blood-dropped-like mark on their chests.

"Stand up, you look strange, what's the slogan?!" the black-robed man on guard spoke, but fortunately, Carlos had slaughtered a black-robed man he had met on the road before he came, and Carlos, who read the man's memory, could easily impersonate that person, without any problems with his voice, body shape, or even appearance.

"Blood is eternal, only the Mother God is true in the world! I am Abdullah, the black butler of the Church, this is my badge, today is really unlucky, there is only one sacrifice. "Carlos used illusion to cover the black-robed man before he came, although it is more convenient and faster to directly use illusion to shape a child, but it is only a preliminary mastery of illusion, and he can use illusion instinctively to the extent that he can create an illusion that is like a real person.

"It turned out to be Your Excellency the Black Butler, and it was overstepping!" the black-robed guard bowed his head respectfully, after all, the black butler was three levels higher than the average sect, and a black butler could be in charge of a parish, and they were not at the same level as these ordinary guards, but the black butler could decide their fate with one word.

"No, you're doing a good job, you're calling Durakipa, you're doing a good job, after all, the day of the resurrection of the Mother Goddess is coming, and the judgment will begin, at this time, it wouldn't be good to let people with ulterior motives get involved, the plan has reached the final stage, and I will offer the 999th sacrifice!"

"Yes, all for the sake of the Supreme Blood Mother Goddess!" the guard looked fanatical, Carlos secretly despised this backward and low-level method of brainwashing, but still made a fanatical look on his face.

"I'm going to kill you, Miscellaneous!" The last sound of the "sacrifice" in his hand reached the ears of the guards, and it became the desperate words of a sweet girl shouting "Don't!" This is the power of illusion, even if the current self is just a glimpse of the door.

However, although the face and voice can be changed by illusion, this guy in his hand is really not very peaceful, and he knew that he should have blocked this guy's mouth first.