In the spacious temple, the dome is supported by thick wooden pillars, and the circular candelabra is filled with arm-thick candles, which are dropped under the dome by chains, and the candles placed on the walls make the whole temple brightly lit.

There were dozens of people gathered in the main hall, and Zhuo Cheng was mixed in, looking at the front quietly.

The guards in goat's helmets kept an eye on them.

Behind them, there is a huge black stone statue.

The head of a goat, the tip of the head is horned, and the back is full of bat wings.

It is the idol of the flying goat!

But unlike what Zhuo Cheng saw in the Singularity Orphanage, the gods here, the wings on their backs turned into bat wings, and the goat's facial expression was hideous.

Thinking about the calm-minded teacher, and then thinking about the bandits who plundered the wilderness like the wind, it is not difficult for Zhuo Cheng to understand the difference between the gods.

"I'm from the Flying Goat Altar, and I'm called Shadowman, and you've probably heard my name."

The voice came from the darkness, and there was no figure in sight for a while: "I just need to be elite, don't want garbage, garbage is a waste of resources!" ”

There was some confusion in the temple for a while.

There was a loud bang.

An unusually tall man suddenly stepped out of the darkness and took a step forward, and the sound of loud footsteps immediately deterred those who were dissatisfied.

Originally, Zhuo Cheng thought this was a filmmaker.

But the voice sounded again, but it didn't come from the mouth of this strong man who was more than two meters tall.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to the slope gladiatorial arena, and I can survive fifty breaths under the giants, and I am qualified to consume resources."

Suddenly, a figure came out of the darkness and continued to speak: "Exploring the Performer in the Dead Lands, I can take him to the General Altar." ”

This man was completely black, dressed in black, wearing a black hat with a head, his face was wrapped in black gauze, and the top of the hat showed a black sharp horn half a foot long.

No wonder he couldn't see anyone, he stood in the dark, it was really not easy to find.

This is the filmmaker? Zhuo Cheng was curious.

Hearing that they could go to the main altar, the people present became fanatical one by one.

Zhuo Cheng heard the mule mention on the road that the general altar did not worry about eating and drinking, not only with good wine to enjoy, but also with many young and beautiful flying goat maids.

In his mind, the handmaiden of the cult......

Anyone who understands understands.

There is a special person to register the name, and a five-pointed star flying goat metal nameplate has been issued, you can go, and tomorrow morning you will go directly to the gladiatorial arena to participate in the selection.

Before leaving, Zhuo Cheng glanced at the strong man who was more than two meters tall, and estimated that this was a giant.

Coming down from the hill and returning to the Singularity Station, I heard a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from below, and when I looked through the high lamp, I saw more than a dozen people walking in this direction.

When I got closer, I could see it more clearly, and the leader was an old man wearing a wooden crown with a wooden texture on his face!

Nearby, a man had thorny branches wrapped around his body, and his cracked skin and flesh were fixed with thorn barbs.

Although the appearance is different from the cult leader killed by Zhuo Cheng, the outfit is seven or eight points similar.

Is this a cultist who believes in the Mother Goddess? Zhuo Cheng remained silent, went directly into the gate of the station, showed the key to the guard, and walked forward unhurriedly.

Those people also entered the Singularity Station.

Soon, they were led by the people of Singularity, and they came from behind in a hurry.

The road is not wide, there are many of them, and they go fast, and when they exceed Zhuo Cheng, they pass by.

Seeing that there were weeds on the road, the bag in Zhuo Cheng's hand fell to the ground, taking advantage of the emptiness of the bag, he held down the weeds with one hand, and the plant sense was activated instantly, then picked up something and got up, and continued to walk towards the yard unhurriedly.

When I entered the courtyard, I saw that the mule nodded slightly, and said softly, "Guard the door." ”

This mule can be used as both a mount and a watchdog, and Zhuo Cheng doesn't want to kill the mule for the time being.

Finding the metal bottle given by the half-man, Yuan Jing set it up on the table as the half man said, diluting the blood with water, and quickly writing in the equilateral triangle formed by Yuan Jing.

Then use blood and water to ignite the source crystal.

There are faint fluctuations in energy radiation.

Zhuo Cheng passed the news of the cultists' presence in the bazaar to the half-people.

The other side is outnumbered, the strength is unknown, there is foreign aid to call, why not call?

But in a moment, the blood-water mixture in the water cup suddenly floated up, forming three square words in the air: Got it!

Zhuo Cheng blew out the candles and went to sleep.

The next day, a light snow drifted in the gloomy sky, and at first, the snowflakes melted when they fell to the ground, and when Zhuo Cheng finished eating and drinking, the ground gradually became white.

The plants are withered and yellow, but they are not dead, Zhuo Cheng finds an opportunity to use the plant sensor again, and those people have left the singularity station, but they are still in the market.

When I went to the gladiatorial arena, I passed by nearby and found that those people were using gold and source crystals to purchase supplies.

Wouldn't you have to go to the dead to explore?

Zhuo Cheng had a guess, after all, it was rumored that there was a very powerful twist in that dead land.

Beyond the top of the hill where the goat statue is dense, just about 100 meters below, a high platform is formed with wood and stone, and an open-air pit with a radius of more than 20 meters is circled as a gladiatorial arena.

After inspecting the nameplate he received yesterday, Zhuo Cheng went up to the wooden and stone platform, and found a vacant place to stand.

Diagonally opposite, the shadow man wrapped in black clothes, black hats and black gauze stood at the top.

The wind blew with snowflakes, revealing the huge sheep's hooves under the black robe!

In the gladiatorial arena below, there were already two people standing.

One of them was the strong man who was more than two meters tall last night, and he was carrying a double-edged giant axe the size of a wheel, and the blade had burst out of countless holes.

This kind of weapon, let alone slashing on the body, even if it is smashed, few people can stand it.

On the other side was a middle-aged man holding an iron rod in both hands.

"Let's go!"

Next to the shadow man, a man with a goatee gave an order.

Without saying a word, the giant strode forward, his wheel-like axe slashing straight at the middle-aged man's head.

The middle-aged man dodged to the side, the giant's strength and speed were incredibly fast, the axe was retracted and swept out horizontally, the middle-aged man parried with an iron rod, but as if hit by a train, he flew out sideways, hit the uneven pit wall of the stone, and fell down like mud.

The audience was silent.

Zhuo Cheng guessed that the giant was an extraordinary twister of the muscular skin type, and as for the number of twists, he couldn't see it for the time being.

"Next!"

The giant is calm, and the atmosphere is not breathing.

A man with a repeater, who asked for a goatee, jumped from the farthest point from the giant.

With the goatee's order, the man raised his repeater and fired, and the giant axe stuck to his face, and charged at the crossbow, and the crossbow shot at him, like a stone, and bounced directly to the side.

The crossbowman did not panic, and the pull movement was wound, and the crossbow sank slightly, aiming at the giant's vital point, and pulling the trigger.

The giant's empty left hand was already between his legs, and the crossbow bolt was shot in the palm of his hand, and it bounced off again.

Seeing the giant approaching, the crossbowman hurriedly moved, wanting to wander the whole field, using the advantage of long-range weapons to drag over fifty breaths.

The giant's footsteps stepped on the bottom of the pit, and the freshly fallen snowflakes on the ground seemed to shake and fly!

The crossbowman laughed, and saw him raise one hand and press it towards the giant, and the air around the giant blurred, and his huge body began to do slow motion like a ninety-year-old grandfather.

The crossbowman then raised his repeater and aimed it at the giant's eye.

This is an extraordinary twister!

Instead of using his extraordinary twisting abilities in the first place, he disguised himself as a crossbowman who was only proficient in archery.

Just as the crossbowman pulled the trigger, the blurred space shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer, and the tall, strong figure collided with the bolt and rushed in front of the crossbowman, the wheel-like axe slashing out from top to bottom and smashing into the crossbowman's body.

Under the huge force, the crossbowman volleyed into the air and flew up, half of his body was splashed with blood and fragments of internal organs, flying out not far from Zhuo Cheng's left, over the heads of everyone, and fell on the hillside, dead no longer able to die.

"Do they want to recruit people, or do they want to torture and kill?"

Just next to Zhuo Cheng, a middle-aged uncle with a longbow trembled his hands: "Those who believe in flying goats are crazy!" ”

Zhuo Cheng asked, "They have been killing like this?" ”

Seeing that it was a good-looking young man who asked, the middle-aged uncle nodded: "The person who flies the goat, if you don't do it, forget it, and you won't stop if you do it." ”

Zhuo Cheng suddenly thought of the thief group that attacked Sweetwater Town, and after several parties fought viciously, it was a completely undying situation, and there was no room for reconciliation at all.

They are so ferocious to people of the same faith, let alone outsiders.

Zhuo Cheng asked, "It's so dangerous, you still want to try?" ”

The middle-aged uncle said the truth: "Once you join, you will have the opportunity to follow the filmmaker into the Flying Goat General Altar, eat and drink, and wine, I heard that there are young and beautiful maids everywhere......"

He smiled at Zhuo Cheng, meaning that you also understand: "Mixing here, although it is better than those in the tents on the periphery, but it is really difficult to be exploited by various forces such as singularity, bandits, slave owners, etc., if you follow the filmmaker, it will not be them who are exploiting us, it is time for us to exploit them." ”

Zhuo Cheng nodded, and praised the same: "Yes!" Right! ...... to the

The middle-aged uncle looked at the giant below: "It's just that this level is not easy to pass." ”

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the side of the filmmaker, and many people looked over there in amazement.

Zhuo Cheng saw yesterday's centipede girl, a pair of hooked feet swinging, driving the multi-link body to twist onto the high platform, and smiled at the shadow man.

The shadow man's face under the black veil was expressionless, and he turned behind the centipede woman.

The light snow never stopped, and the snowflakes fell, and a young woman in a red leather coat and leather pants stood in the snow, with a delicate face, long legs and a thin waist, and a high chest and hips, like a blood plum blooming.

When her long legs lift and fall, people move, and beauty blooms unbridledly.

The seductive fullness aroused the purest desires of men, the round chains shimmered silver on the deep furrows between the wide open necklines of the leather coats, the blood-red leather pants were squeezed out of the silhouette by the moving thighs, and the buttocks swayed the man's gaze, blood and brain.

Any step of the long legs walks in the eyes of every man, not to mention a thousand styles.

This unscrupulous beauty is so visually impactful that Zhuo Cheng can't help but admire: in ancient times, it can support the largest green building; Put it now, you can revive the East View!

The middle-aged uncle couldn't help but say: "If only she could choose me into the harem, I will be happy for the rest of my life." ”

Zhuo Cheng didn't understand what this meant, and asked, "Who is she?" ”

The middle-aged uncle quietly pointed: "The goddess of the Sisterhood of the Virgin, it is said that she is the goddaughter of the President of the Iron Lady, who has just come of age and came out of the Holy City to choose a harem. ”