"Aren't you a Flame Hunter? You have the most flesh of any hunter I've ever seen, and a fire burning on you, and you're dressed as a flame hunter. The huntress was stunned for a moment, and then asked again and again.

"I've inherited everything from my teacher, and according to the guy you just dragged down, I'm just a wild man." Roshi replied calmly.

But these words made the huntress stop talking.

Wild Road?

The flesh and blood body that far exceeded the level she knew was burning, and she could feel the "hot" fire even when it was not ignited.

The former alone is enough to support a hunter to be famous in the circle, let alone the latter.

It is not uncommon for hunters to inherit or even wander fires, and it is not uncommon for wild roads to not lose orthodoxy.

But Roshi's existence is meant to knock the so-called orthodoxy over.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter, so what's that 'lookout' you're talking about?" Roshi just asked.

The huntress sighed, "If you're a complete wild hunter, then maybe it's a long story. ”

"Long ...... Forget it, let's get things done here. Roshi had wanted to say, "Let's make a long story short," but that was somewhat indebted, and it was true that now was not the time to listen to the story.

Those "villagers" should have completely torn their faces and not hidden.

Roch is still very confident in the clones of the troupe leader, but there are also some clones who like to be unprofessional, even if the knife holder is on the neck, they must give the opposite tree a middle finger first instead of thinking about survival.

This made Roshi feel inexplicably sad for the crew members who were his doppelgangers.

Even if they don't value themselves, Roshi wants to reduce the casualties of the crew of the Volcano.

……

Smack.

A cultist disguised as a villager's corpse fell under Jeffrey's clothes, and if these cultists scattered and fought alone, the combat effectiveness would be like this.

It will be tricky to cooperate, but Jeffrey's ability is already extremely disruptive, and those cooperation can be easily broken up by him.

And when it comes to group fighting, the crew of the submarine volcano is serious, so what kind of pseudo-god cult is completely a hatchet.

Realizing that they could not be dealt with, these cultists simply began to burn the village with their flames.

Jeffrey's brow furrowed at this.

Some special vicious dogs appeared in the flames, chasing the flames, jumping through the flames, and biting at all the animate creatures except the False Gods.

Jeffrey took a moment to kill the two dogs that were staring at him, and couldn't help but curse, "Grass! These dogs are much more difficult to deal with than the Shit Cultists, how many more do they have? ”

Just as he was about to continue his move, he faintly heard someone's cry for help.

Jeffrey subconsciously wanted to ignore the past.

He had never saved anyone, and there was no one in the Sunken Sky Islands who really needed to be saved.

But the steps taken quickly deflected in a different direction.

But here's the script, this world has a conscience, maybe not much, but it's definitely more than the sunken sky island group. So Jeffrey felt that at least in this script he could pick up a little bit of his own conscience.

He hurried to a burning house and searched for the basement.

Underneath the basement, Jeffrey saw a large cage that had been roughly converted into a makeshift one.

And inside these cages, the villagers are imprisoned.

These are the original inhabitants of this village!

"Brave adventurer, please save us!" Jeffrey heard a familiar voice.

It's Ailantu, and he and the previous reception team are also locked up here.

"You ......" Jeffrey reached out and pulled down the cage, and suddenly felt a burning pain in his palm, and quickly let go.

"It takes the blood of a False God Cultist to touch the cage!" Ailantu said.

Sonor!

The clothes pole defeated the false god cage!

As soon as Ailantu finished speaking, he kept his mouth open, looking at the clothes pole in Jeffrey's hand, a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Jeffrey asked, putting the clothes pole behind his back and looking at Erlantu.

"Nothing, brave adventurer, I apologize to you for my deception of you." Erlantu and the people who had been with him before all knelt down towards Jeffrey.

Jeffrey was uncomfortable: "Don't talk about this yet, there will be time to apologize, and you can't run out if you kneel down and run." ”

Everyone also knew that the situation was not suitable, and the capable adult man escorted the few villagers towards the ground, behind the hall of Ailantu.

"Is that all? Are there any other villagers here? Jeffrey asked casually after glancing at the villagers who had walked about the same time in three or two clicks.

Hearing this, Ailantu couldn't help but clench his fists: "When those believers of the False God Sect first settled in our village, they launched several rounds of massacres......"

"I'm sorry." Jeffrey also reacted at this time.

Ailantu shook his head and said, "It's not just us villagers, they've been here for a while, and many ships are also within their reach. In order not to arouse the suspicion of those passing by in the first place, these cultists left some unarmed villagers and threatened us to help them receive the boats. Then take advantage of the darkness to attack them. ”

As he spoke, Ailantu's wheat-colored skin flushed with warmth, and Jeffrey could feel his anger.

But soon Ailantu was discouraged again: "If you have any complaints, adventurers, my head can be given to you at any time, I only hope that you can spare those helpless villagers, we have nothing." ”

Jeffrey listened with mixed feelings.

His sense of morality had long been worn out by the Sunken Sky Islands, and it didn't matter to him whether he had to settle the account or not.

Jeffrey didn't want to think about how to give an account to the innocent who had already died, and how to give an account to the innocent who were already dead.

So he chose to avoid it, saying, "What are they asking for so many lives? ”

"They kept something in the lake in the woods behind the village, and it was to be fed with flesh and blood. I tried to resist once, and they took me there to make an example of the monkeys, and I watched my only child being thrown into the lake without even a splash. Ailantu said.

"Okay, let's go first." Jeffrey couldn't take it anymore.

They covered the villagers to leave the village temporarily and chose to run to the beach.

But they hadn't gone far, because the number of people was too conspicuous, and the cultists came around with those vicious dogs.

Jeffrey led the combat-ready villagers to fight with the evil dogs of the believers, covering the escape of the remaining villagers.

However, the fighting power of the villagers is completely inadequate compared to these believers, and they can almost rely on their lives to protect others with their bodies.

Jeffrey's ability to capture is limited, and he can't cope with a large number of villagers surrounding him.

"Damn, I knew I should have brought a few crew members along." Jeffrey used his abilities to move sideways, dragging down several believers and vicious dogs.

The figures quickly straightened up, and they smashed their heads one by one with a wave of the clothesstick.

As soon as he finished dealing with a few, there was a scream next to him, and a villager was pounced on by a vicious dog and struggled on the ground, but several vicious dogs around him quickly surrounded him, and the figure of the villager was swallowed up at once, and blood flowed on the ground.

Jeffrey's pupils dilated slightly, and he threw the clothes pole hard.

The spinning clothes pole smashed several vicious dogs apart, revealing corpses that had been unrecognizable.

Behind him, a believer stabbed with a flaming pitchfork, and Jeffrey reacted but couldn't dodge and was impaled in the shoulder.

Unable to resist, two dogs shuttled through the flames and bit both of Jeffrey's legs!

Jeffrey gasped, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he looked closely at the cultist in front of him and smirked as more dogs were coming this way.

He won't die.

It's just a script.

It is a project of the troupe carnival.

It's real, but it's still fake.

Dead here, his eyes open and closed, he will return to the Sunken Sky Islands, pick up his identity as a Brotherhood hunter to hunt the scourge, chat and joke with Rost, and spend every day that seems full but is actually empty, until one day he misses and dies in the hunt.

Natural death?

He never thought he could die well.

So, none of this matters, he is not familiar with these fake villagers at all.

Yes.

He had seen a lot of deaths worse than just now, and there was no need to see them.

There is no need to ......

In Geoffrey's eyes, a crimson aura began to rise, and the aether particles floated and then gradually burned.

But when something really unpleasant was put in front of him and actually let him witness something, he still felt that he should do something.

Perhaps, he was a long, long time ago, before that damn crossing.

Or a good person?

It's all fake anyway, so why, do you have to care about so many gains and losses!

The aether particles burned violently, and he grasped the feeling.

The power that has not been used for a long time, the power that was forbidden to be used daily because it was too out of touch with the second stage, he released it in this world without concealment.

Knock knock!

The dogs that were approaching in the distance all staggered and threw around.

Some hit the wall, some smashed the trunk of a tree, and some took off directly.

Tag all Cultists and Dogs in the village......

Seize the "ground" under their feet and plunge them into an endless fall.

This is what Jeffrey's abilities really are.

"Falling...... Stage three. ”

Liberate.

(End of chapter)