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Han Baiyi sat on a high throne formed by the gathering of ruins, earth and stones, with his left leg resting on his right leg.

The shoes and socks of his feet and the pants on his calves had been torn apart in the fierce battle before, but his feet were still as white as jade, without the slightest scar.

The wig wolf ears and wolf tail used in the previous disguise have long since disappeared, revealing a black half-length hair.

However, at this time, Han Baiyi no longer cared about these disguises, with a smile on his face that seemed to be sarcastic, his right hand was in a fist to support his cheek, looking down at these people he had selected.

To be precise, it should be the 'former infected' who have committed a lot of crimes.

"Who are you?"

The crowd was silent for a while, and one of them, a tall Full-Hoofed man, stepped out of the crowd with a muffled voice.

Han Baiyi raised his eyelids and said nothing.

It was also the first time for him to pretend to be in front of so many people, and he hadn't grasped the essentials for the time being, so he could only make a pretending to be profound.

"I ...... We probably haven't offended you before. ”

The Fenghu people seemed to be a little unable to get off the stage, but they didn't have the courage to lose their temper with Han Baiyi, so they had to pretend to be tough - anyone with a normal brain knew what a great power it was behind the act of moving so many people to this position in an instant.

Sure enough, even the horned Horns of the Horns are not as upright as they imagined.

The other former infected individuals did not speak.

However, even if no one spoke, most of them found one thing in common with each other - there were many members of the integration movement in the crowd.

Han Baiyi looked at the silent crowd at his feet, thinking that the atmosphere had almost precipitated, so he asked the Fengho clan with a faint face:

"What's your name?"

The minotaur frowned slightly, but replied stubbornly:

"Kadis, Kadis Fullhoof."

"You're not bad."

With a wave of his hand, he motioned for Cadis to shut up, turned to the silent crowd and asked, "Do you know why I brought you here?" ”

The crowd was still silent, not knowing what dark emotions were engulfing.

That's not good.

Han Baiyi thought to himself.

didn't jump out of the criticism, how could he kill people? How do you establish yourself in the hearts of this group of infected people?

Looks like we'll have to provoke them a bit.

"That'...... Do you know why I call you trash? ”

His voice was faint, and it didn't seem to be saying curse words at all, just a very ordinary communication.

The crowd was still silent, everyone shrunk back, and no one looked at him.

"Dara poop."

A muscular man at the back of the crowd, with a pair of cat ears on top of his head, and a long centipede-like scar on his face, slicing his entire face diagonally, nested and cursed in his native dialect in a low voice.

It means to criticize.

A few of the surrounding clansmen seemed to hear it and let out a snicker, but no one dared to laugh out loud - they weren't critics.

Han Baiyi glanced at it, and the corners of his lips curled.

Here it comes.

Then everyone saw that he seemed to lazily raise his finger in that direction.

Fingertips hooked slightly.

Suddenly, a huge screen like a fog shadow appeared above everyone's heads.

The appearance of a strong man with cat ears is reflected on the screen.

The man saw his face appear above his head, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Han Baiyi stretched out his fingers and pointed in his direction.

"Dara poop."

The screen repeated the words just now.

But this time no one laughed.

The few people of the same clan who stood next to him and snickered, except for one who was a sand sculpture that had not stopped yet, the others were all stiff and moved small steps, trying to stay away from him.

As a result, before he could move, he saw a large white ground coming out of the empty space around him.

A few strong men with cat ears stood alone.

Look at each other.

"You're good." Han Baiyi praised him sincerely, "When I speak, I usually hope that someone can answer me." ”

"It's a pity that you didn't answer a good word."

As he spoke, Han Baiyi stretched out his hand in the air and made a move, and a thick dictionary appeared in the palm of his hand, and the silent crowd couldn't help but bow their heads at the same time.

A large number of Warlock Professionals in the crowd watched his movements in a daze—what kind of source stone technique is this? How come we haven't met?

"Well, it's not a good word."

Han Baiyi flipped through the dictionary and threw it away, without looking at a few people, and snapped his fingers.

Bang———

A few strong men with cat ears didn't even have a chance to argue, and their sturdy bodies shattered into a rain of blood in a dull explosion containing infinite vigor.

The rain of blood, minced meat, and hail of bones fell sparsely for a second or two, and the range was just enough to cover this dense crowd, barely even the rain and dew.

The total amount of meat for a few people is only a few hundred kilograms, which is a lot in the next second or two on the heads of tens of thousands of people.

But no one dared to move.

Standing at the forefront, Cadis Plump's hoof was splattered with minced flesh and blood, and the Adam's apple moved up and down in an exaggerated manner on his thick throat, but he felt that his mouth was so dry that sand could grow.

The shadow of the fog above everyone's heads also dissipated without a trace.

But the mentality before and after these two seconds is very different.

Ultra-large-scale, ultra-large-scale space transfer.

With a snap of his fingers, he killed seven pros.

You can also make such a large range of projections out of thin air.

- What the hell is this horse monster that came out of the horse?!

The cold sweat on everyone's foreheads was as fine as if they had been drenched in a heavy rain, and the timid bodies couldn't stop trembling.

Han Baiyi smiled, but did not say anything immediately.

The effect is in place.

After settling for a minute or two, and when the emotions had reached a high point, Han Baiyi continued to ask in a faint voice that everyone could hear:

"Now, I'll ask again."

"What kind of garbage are you?"

After the sound fell, the crowd was silent for a moment as before, and then immediately became noisy, mixed with chaotic sounds, and the dense voices made people frown, saying everything.

"Don't kill me! Let me do anything! "Someone cried humbly.

"Do you think this kind of big illusion can fool me! How can anyone do such a large-scale space transfer, you come out for me! "There are people who don't believe the facts.

"I know you! You're Mr. Bai, and I'm the one who integrates the movement! Sister Tallulah won't let you go! "Someone is childishly cute.

"This guy wants to kill us! There are so many of us, fight with him! Someone shouted desperately from the rear.

In addition to these people, some people were stupid by the bloody methods, some people turned their heads and fled in all directions, and some people picked up their weapons and charged straight in the direction of Han Baiyi, intending to kill this warlock professional at close range.

Han Baiyi just looked at this farce lightly.

"You don't seem to be self-aware."

"Then it's up to me to read your charges."

While speaking, Han Baiyi retrieved from the system all the video nodes in the category of Chernoberg today, the search criteria: 'infected', and the search event: 'homicide'.

The crowd in one place suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at the video grid in front of them, which was about half a meter square, with a pale face, and looked at the murderous scene covered in blood.

Han Baiyi stood up from his seat with a flat face.

"Right now, there are 31,726 former infected people here, and all of you have actively killed, abused, and humiliated more than two people in the week leading up to today."

"What is being played before you is what happened when you sinned, and there is no need to refute it."

"I'm not targeting anyone, I'm telling the truth – everyone in this room is rubbish."

"Murder pays for life, it is justified."

"Your Charges Are All ......"

"Death penalty."

The moment the words fell, the crowd suddenly erupted into a huge wave that was even greater than just now.

Han Baiyi's expression was still calm, and a wall-like source stone energy shield rose from the ground in the distance, completely sealing the direction of the garbage's escape.

Everyone looked at the high platform where Han Baiyi was at this time with scarlet eyes.

Kill him!

Kill him and you can live!!

I finally got rid of the identity of the infected, how could I die so stupidly!

However, before they could put this idea into practice, a familiar golden light suddenly enveloped them completely.

But this time it wasn't Han Baiyi's spiritual transformation.

Rather, it is an assist from the system's instructions.

Everyone was locked in small golden cages, unable to stretch their hands and feet, or even squat.

Someone relied on his strength in melee combat, roared and brandished his weapon and bombarded the golden prison wall, and the system ordered the wall to directly snap his arm off, making a crisp clicking sound.

Some warlocks feel that the prison formed by the system's instructions does not seem to be very difficult to crack, so they try to unlock it with the Source Stone technique. As a result, before they could figure out the source stone technique circuit of this thing, the entire skull suddenly exploded, splashing everywhere.

The unbelievers are always like this, but after a small number of deaths, the remaining 'wise people' will learn to protect themselves.

They all looked at Han Baiyi with desperate expressions.

Like a slave about to be buried alive, he holds his head high and begs his master to forgive him.

I have to say that as long as the strength is in place, many things will not be very troublesome.

The main reason is that his strength is too superb.

Han Baiyi looked at the people under his feet, and his voice could still be heard by everyone:

"Now, I'll give you two options."

"One, by my hand."

"The other, fighting for his life on the way to the charge."

Han Baiyi smiled and pointed to the golden parapet in front of them, and everyone looked up at him.

"If you want to live, write your name in front of you."

"Now, let's start choosing."

After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance, and at his feet was a dense golden prison.

In prison, everyone has different expressions.

What could it be that such a strong man would need so many people to deal with? And how dangerous is it? And why did this man do justice to those Chernobergs?

One question after another came to their minds.

No one is stupid.

But they didn't have a chance to ask, they could only bet.

Gamble on your life.

Even Kaadis Funho, who seemed to be the first to stand upright, shrank quietly in his prison and silently wrote his name.

Many more are still hesitating.

Until, a hoarse voice came from behind Han Baiyi.

A part of the integration movement heard the voice, raised their heads sharply, and looked in the direction of Han Baiyi.

The silver-haired Tallulah stood in front of Han Baiyi, holding a long sword in her hand, her chest and abdomen were sunken, and she was covered in blood.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do something I don't want to."