"Nope." Bai Zhou interrupted him, "To me, they are not insignificant."

"Nothing is more important to me than them."

The blonde man sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "Those ordinary people, full of lust and greed, are camping, for a little petty profit, they also want to fight for your life, which is even more disgusting than worms."

"Do you think they'll thank you?"

"They won't, they don't even know what you've done for them."

"You'll never be their hero."

"They would rather worship an idol singer who can't even sing the tune than have the slightest reverence for you."

"So what?" Bai Zhou interrupted him again, the expression on his face still did not change at all, as if the other party's words would not shake her in the slightest, "I don't care."

"I just want them to live safely, and I don't care about the rest."

"I didn't want to be a hero."

The middle-aged blond man smiled and said, "But I can make you a hero. When you die, the other world comes, and I will tell all the magicians, the occultists, everyone, whatever you call them, I will tell them that you are their hero, and it is because of your sacrifice that we can usher in our time, and we can have supreme authority."

"Then don't say it." Bai Zhou said, "I don't want to leave a stench for 10,000 years."

The middle-aged blonde man let out that horrible laugh again.

"History books are written by victors, and when we become victors, I want you to be a hero, and you are a hero."

Bai Zhou didn't want to waste his words with him anymore, so he said coldly, "Tell me your name, I won't kill the nameless."

Director Yang complained in his heart: How do I feel that you seem to have known his name for a long time? Just want to go through such a program?

"Aristotle." The blonde middle-aged man said.

Bai Zhou was not surprised at all, and said, "This is just your code name, what is your real name?"

"That's my real name." "From the day I decided to join the Advent Order, I had already abandoned all other names, and that was the only name I really was," he said.

Bai Zhou was silent for a moment and lifted the golden sword.

Aristotle's body had a white aura surging that made him look like a saint, but that aura carried a sense of malice, like the huge mouth of an ancient monster, trying to swallow Bai Zhou in one gulp.

"Bai Zhou." He said, "Come to the world that belongs to us."

Bai Zhou's eyes shot a cold light, and he jumped up suddenly, brandished the golden sword in his hand, and slashed towards Aristotle.

And the white holy light on Aristotle's body also exploded, and the two forces collided together, and the powerful explosive force lifted Director Yang away.

He slammed into the far wall, and then fell to the ground, if it was someone else, he would have broken his bones long ago, but he was not hurt.

He has been tempering his body, making this body stronger and more defensive.

He doesn't need to be out in the field, so he doesn't need to be so strong, he just needs to protect himself and not let himself be decapitated by the decapitation operation.

But it hurts, it hurts.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his head groggy from the impact, he held his head, lifted his eyelids, and his eyes widened all at once.

I didn't know what was going on just now, but Bai Zhou's golden sword had already pierced Aristotle's chest.

She threw Aristotle to the ground, her knees pressed against his stomach, her hands clutching the hilt of her sword, her eyes blood-red.

And Aristotle's hand also *** her left breast.

"Sorceress!" Director Yang exclaimed, he couldn't take care of much, and flew up to save Bai Zhou.

But as he approached the altar, he was blocked by an invisible barrier, as if he had hit glass, and he thrashed twice in shock, and without a sound, he was blocked out.

"I've captured your heart." Aristotle said, "Just pull out your heart and let the blood of your heart flow over the altar, and the sacrifice is complete."

"You're going to die, too." Bai Zhou's voice was cold, and there was still no expression on her face, and she didn't even feel any pain.

"What about death?" His eyes were full of pride, and he said, "Do you think I'm afraid of death? Die for my cause, and I will die as I deserve."

Bai Zhou looked at his eyes seriously, and there were thousands of stars in her eyes: "I'm not afraid."

Director Yang's face changed when he heard this, and he shouted loudly, "Female sorceress! Bai Zhou! Don't do anything stupid!"

But Bai Zhou didn't give him any response, and without even turning her head, she took out something from her sleeve.

It was a small metal box, kind of like a matchbox.

This is a fire box used in the ancient Middle East.

Aristotle seemed to sense something, his eyes changed, and he jerked his heart out of her chest.