Beside Xue Muyan, the soul jade unreservedly released his soul power, and the doomsday warriors around him trembled in fear as if there were substantial energy fluctuations.

Radish and stick, this is Xue Muyan's favorite method.

The moment she arrived here and saw the remnants of the power of light, she already understood that the Church of Light in the city must have changed.

And an important reason why Xue Muyan arranged Oliver in Blood City is that Blood City is the base camp of the Church of Light.

If only some of the people mutinied, then Lin Yetian and a few of them would be like fish in water.

However, if a large-scale blood sacrifice is to be stopped, then a large amount of combat power is essential.

Even if these doomsday warriors in front of them didn't dare to take an interest in the big pie that Charlotte had turned into to live in the central camp in order to survive, the terrifying aura of the soul jade made them tremble.

"Do we have a choice?" said one of the squad leaders with a wry smile, then nodded.

If, as Charlotte said, the central camp in front of her is being ransacked by the believers of the Church of Light, then choosing to do so is the best plan.

This group of warriors who have been fighting against doomsday creatures for many years has long blurred the line between life and death. The only thing they feared was that Charlotte's message wasn't completely true.

"Xiaoyan, you really have a set of deceptive levels. Lin Yetian whispered in a whisper.

"Whether it is voluntary or not, this war has long been related to how long the human race can survive, and I just hope that you can have a clear conscience. ”

Xue Muyan stared at the doomsday warrior in front of her with a grim face. Slowly turned around and walked towards the direction of the city, and whispered quickly after Lin Yetian:

"I learned from you!"

"I'm not lying. Lin Yetian muttered and followed as well.

The Doomsday Warriors behind hesitated for a moment, then followed. At this moment, there is no turning back.

......

Crossing the old bridge, slowly pushing open the bloodstained gate, the gate unguarded by people was heavy and easy to breach, and the valve that was originally used for restriction was not worth being destroyed by anyone, only half of the roots remained.

This is Entrance Three, which is also the entrance to the original Oliver Guard. As early as a few days ago, he had already transmitted all the information such as the topography and terrain of this passage and the inspection time to Xue Muyan's communicator.

It's a pity that his whereabouts are long gone, and the information uploaded has long been useless. After all, this side of the outer city is almost a dead city, and no one will come out to patrol at all.

Speaking of this, it seems that Lin Yetian and Xue Muyan did not find Meng Ping in the crowd. Maybe she's been a long time ago

In the ruined Blood City, the roads were all in shambles. No one appeared on the ground, and on the shattered ground visible to the naked eye, puddles of blood had dried up, leaving only broken red blood cells.

Blood City is different from Zhaocheng, perhaps because of the influence of the layout, there is no excessive density of buildings in it. In the endless blood, only the scattered visible buildings are scattered around the corner of the street.

"The topography of the Blood City is like this, the middle is low and the surrounding area is high, and countless blood qi gathers here, making it difficult to disperse, so it is named the Blood City. Native Charlotte explained.

"Oh, I see. Lin Yetian nodded: "I thought it was because the name was pronounced the same as the Xue family's 'Xue', so I took a homophonic word." ”

Xue Muyan glanced sideways slightly.

In the air, the thick smell of blood was mixed with an indescribable stench of corpses, and as soon as it collapsed into the ground, even some well-informed Doomsday warriors felt uncomfortable with the smell of blood here.

"Your side,"

"This ...... It smells of blood. And, and it seems to have a very special atmosphere......"

Soul Jade walked barefoot through the broken streets, and she had almost never seen such a strong smell of blood in her life in the Shadow Swamp. Even if a few prey occasionally fell into the Shadow Swamp and were devoured by monsters, it would not produce such a fishy and thick smell of blood.

Charlotte choked, looking at the terrifying smell of blood, frowning: "There's a breath of light here......"

It's ironic.

In this substance-like smell of blood, there is the power of light, and the light that originally represented justice has become vain and cold at this moment, and the boundary between light and darkness has long been blurred, or rather, this is the source of darkness.

Where is the light if there is no darkness?

"It seems that the Blood City has experienced a terrible battle. Lin Ye Tianma analyzed.

"I think it's more like a one-sided massacre. Xue Muyan said lightly.

After confirming that there were no believers in the Light Church around, Xue Muyan walked to Soul Jade's side and whispered, "Xiaoyu, can you feel that there is something wrong with this blood?"

Maybe it's because of the relationship between the same woman, along the way, the conversation between Xue Muyan and Soul Jade became more and more enthusiastic, and even the title became much closer. After all, the two have the common topic of "Lin Yetian".

"Ah...... Is there something wrong......" Soul Jade scratched her head with some distress: "It seems to be a little." There seems to be something missing in this blood, what is missing......"

"There is no real blood. Lin Yetian suddenly spoke.

"Ah, yes, that's it!" Soul Jade became happy, then looked at Lin Yetian with some hesitation, and said strangely: "Huh...... You already knew about it, didn't you?"

"It's called Master. ”

"Oh good night. ”

For the sake of the little girl, Lin Yetian didn't care too much. Just looking at the empty street in front of him, he said a little calmly:

"We need to pick up the pace. ”

Only those who know him know what his peace at this moment represents.

Walking on the empty road, the footsteps of dozens of doomsday warriors slowly echoed, only the echoes continued to scatter around, echoing again and again, making the empty streets more and more strange.

Not far away, bursts of indescribable strange murmurs came from afar. It is like the prayers of countless men, women, and children are mixed in blood, making it difficult to distinguish the specific direction.

The original laughter and laughter were now replaced by loneliness and indifference, and there was hardly any sound in the empty street except for the footsteps of a pedestrian.

Under the gloomy sky, the streets are clogged with eroded shelves, and they are parked in a messy manner, as if the disaster struck suddenly.

White bones are scattered everywhere, both human and animal.

The desolate streets were lifeless, lined with shops and tall buildings that had been struck by something and broken at the waist. or blocking the street, or leaning against adjacent buildings.