She was shouting to herself? She recognized herself? Yang Yi couldn't dissolve into this scene for a while, as if he was watching a movie. Is this real or illusory, did you really get somewhere in a peculiar way, or was it just an illusion, like the one on the bridge?

But the old woman kept repeating the same words to Yang Yi, and Yang Yi began to feel that she could really see herself and talk to herself.

Yang Yi could understand most of the old woman's half-understood English, and she was yelling that there was no hope, that the village could not hold it, so she let herself run quickly and go to the church to seek refuge, because she was one of the only two remaining priests.

Apriestling?

Yang Yi lowered his head and looked at himself, the hands in his eyes were rougher than those in reality, and there were many fireflies in his palms, most of which were born in the tiger's mouth and palms, as if things were ground out after grasping something all year round. He was wearing a one-piece light gray robe, holding a two-foot-long wooden staff in his hand, and a pair of monk's standard cloth boots on the soles of his feet. It was indeed dressed as a monk or a priest, but there was no cross on his chest, and he saw a necklace wearing a white jade-colored stone.

The old woman was still screaming, and the content was repeated, and that was it.

Yang Yi looked at her with a smile, feeling that this illusion was too real, completely immersive, and it didn't seem to be false.

The next moment, there was a ball of light that fell next to the old woman, and the huge wave of air that was thrown up blew the old woman's white hair flying, and Yang Yi's side was also affected, and the robe flew for a while.

Yang Yi was completely stunned, is this true or false?

He looked at the woman in horror, but saw that her eyes were panning forward, and she murmured in a procrastinate tone, "God! Helpus! (God, save us!)"

Immediately, a white light flashed, and a long knife without a handle flew over, cut through the old woman's neck, threw it into the sky with her head, and flew in the air for half a day before falling, making a muffled sound of flesh and skin.

The head landed at Yang Yi's feet, looking at Yang Yi with frightened and godless cloudy eyes, his mouth was still opening and closing, and his mouth was the same sentence: God, help us!

The body that had lost its head rushed forward, and ran nearly ten steps towards Yang Yi's side before falling. The blood at the fracture shot out on Yang Yi's face and body.

The moment he was splashed with blood, Yang Yi instinctively closed his eyes and opened them again. Through the blood, I could see that the blood was red, and everything seemed to be on fire. There was even more warm blood flowing down his face, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Yang Yi stood dumbfounded, and then started to shake, kept shaking, kept shaking, and kept bumping his upper and lower teeth, so that he knocked too hard, and slightly opened his mouth to taste the taste of human blood.

This was the first time Yang Yi had tasted human blood, bloody, brutal, and exuding the smell of death.

All of a sudden, my brain went blank, I couldn't think, I couldn't think. The strange thing is that Yang Yi knows that he is screaming, desperately trying to wipe the blood from his face, and kicking the old woman's head and body like a madman with a blasphemous attitude, hoping to kick them all away like a football.

But they're not the football they're used to.

In the madness, Yang Yi felt that the dead were ten times heavier than the living, and countless kicks were kicked over, and the two piles of meat were just lazy shaking, and they didn't move a single bit in place.

There has never been such a close encounter with death, it is so real, so terrifying, it destroys all courage and hope, and only endless fear.

Yang Yi also joked with others, saying that a head flew over and he used it as a ball. At that time, the scenery was all sides, and the atmosphere was blowing, and at this moment, Yang Yi kicked it, but with the scream of madness and irrationality, he kept desecrating the corpse of the dead with his feet, like a demon.

In the corner of his eye, something flashed with white light, Yang Yi instinctively dodged, and an identical handleless long knife shot over, cutting a bloody wound on Yang Yi's arm.

The real pain made Yang Yi completely shut up, and watched in horror as a skeleton rushed towards him.

It was taller than itself, with remnants of clothing and dirt between its bones, but it had no flesh and blood. Another long knife without a handle was in his hand, and it was holding it up at a rapid pace.

In an instant, Yang Yi understood why he would hear the word BoneFighter, because this was the one in front of him!

Nearly five meters away, it leaped to the ground, and its ribs bumped against a carriage. The change in movement brought about by the collision showed that it was not as fragile as the legend suggests, and the heavy collision did not cause any damage to it, it only paused, and the target was its own priest, and continued to run, each of the two holes in the eye sockets, each with an orange flame burning.

"Watchout!" someone behind him shouted, and a strong force slammed into him, and Yang Yi was knocked out of the air.

A sturdy young man held his long knife with a forked fork and cried out sideways, "Are you alright, pastor?"

The skeleton nimbly bypassed the youth, and the long knife slashed again. The young man couldn't stop it, so he screamed again and pounced on Yang Yi.

The long knife penetrated through his body, and the young man sprayed a mouthful of blood on Yang Yi's face, and screamed miserably: "Pastor, run!"

In this way, Yang Yi was already frightened, his hands and feet were weak, where could he still run?

But when he saw the long knife drawn, the light flashed, and he turned to Xiang Yangyi and slashed it, as if this priest was indescribably threatening and must be eliminated.

Yang Yi screamed loudly, and in his desperation, he roared in an unknown language: "Idomokapadopodakamameidorhake! Holybolt！”

As soon as his hand was hot, the head of the staff clenched in his palm lit up, and a spherical thing that shone with a misty light shot out of the head of the staff, and it flew through the top of the skull's head and shot into the endless distance.

Even so, the white bones were still scratched, and there were scorched black marks. The skeleton was burned like this, which aroused its ferocity even more, and instead of retreating, it advanced, and slashed with a long knife again.

This time there is no way to avoid it, and I can't remember what I just yelled at randomly. Yang Yi closed his eyes and knocked his staff out of it as if he were out of the blue.

The swords and staff struck each other, causing a dazzling white light. After the white light, Yang Yi magically disappeared from under the knife.

The feeling of pulling away returned, and this time, Yang Yi no longer sat still, but shouted frantically, waving his staff and beating indiscriminately.

PS：

No, HolyBolt sounds like Harry Potter. Sweating ......