"How about we cut him?" said Roth abruptly to the shorty bin as he followed the pig farmer to the missionary.

The dwarf bin was dumbfounded.

Roth thought he didn't understand enough, and continued to explain, "I mean, the missionary, how about we cut it down when we meet?"

"No, you, you killed that pig farmer once before, and you were addicted to killing?" Bin the Dwarf looked at Roth with the eyes of a madman.

"Thrando, he must have known that there would be some missionary, but he didn't even mention it to us, nor did he say anything about how we should deal with it now. Then I can only think that I can do whatever I want, so let's cut that guy. "Roth does not look normal now.

But Bin the Short did not continue to strongly object, but said, "Will this affect Thrando's plans?"

"If so, why didn't he warn us, and if Thrando was the one who would have made such an omission, then his plan might not have been very reliable?" said Roth, with a hint of resentment.

The day before yesterday in the real world, he was still thinking about how to become an adventurer as a former wanderer, and now he has been in an inexplicable fantasy for several days, all because he casually accosted an adventurer.

The idea of hacking down the missionary whoever he was somehow popped into Roth's mind, and it instantly seemed to take root.

This is considered anger, but the other party is definitely not a good thing in the first place, and anger is anger.

Dwarf Zibin frowned and said, "Then you go and cut it yourself, and I will help you create an opportunity at most." ”

Roth was puzzled, "Assassin?"

The dwarf Zibin was annoyed: "You Qin and Han people always can't figure out this piece! Extraordinary profession and profession are not the same thing! My transcendent profession is assassin, but my profession is adventurer, I have never killed anyone! On the contrary, you Qin and Han talents are strange, no matter which sect they practice, they all practice internal force, but I heard that there will be conflicts between different internal forces, it is really inexplicable......

Roth was a little embarrassed at this time, he was not from the Qin and Han dynasties, and he didn't know the difference between a transcendent profession and a profession just because he was a countryman......

If you knew it, you shouldn't spend all your energy on the fake identity of the manufacturer, and when you were running around for a fake identity, you didn't hear this information because it was common sense?

"Mr. Pastor, please save me, I'm trapped in this village!" a voice sounded at the front of the road.

Dwarf Bin recognized it: "This seems to be the soft egg warrior, he is also in the village? no, I haven't seen him in the past few days!"

This village hundreds of years ago was about three times the size of a village in the United Kingdom, but it was only a village after all, and Roth and Dwarf Bin had already recognized everyone in the village in the past few days, and there was no reason why they could not find this warrior.

"Don't be afraid of children, I have come here to save you lost people who have fallen into a fantasy world, and let us return to the happy world together!" With these words, the true face of the missionary appeared in front of the two.

He was a middle-aged priest, somewhat bald, with a kind face, and his clothes were no different from the pastor in Roth's impression, but Roth didn't know what a pastor should have dressed like hundreds of years ago.

That soft egg warrior had completely knelt in front of the middle-aged priest at this time, and if it wasn't for the fear of rudeness, he might have hugged the other party's thighs, which had driven him to the brink of madness in the past few days.

When he found out that the fog was rising, he subconsciously began to run outside the village, and he didn't even have the heart to report to the team leader, but he was entangled in a shadow that happened to be reborn on the way.

Just as he cut the shadow in half, the shadow suddenly became a living person!

The warrior, who was doused with the blood spurting from the corpse, was frightened and rushed out of the village, only to find that if he went out from one end of the village, he would return on the other side!

The villagers he met along the way seemed to be alive, everyone was watching him screaming, the women and children were frightened by him covered in blood and fell unconscious on the spot, the self-police group roared "robbers" and attacked him, at first he was for self-preservation, but every villager who fell was like a living person!

When wounded, it bleeds, and the fracture is red flesh and white bone, just like a living person, just like a living person......

When he came back to his senses, there was no one left alive in the village.

Realizing that he could not leave the village, he hugged himself in the center of the square, his mind blank as he watched the depravity he had caused, unable to do anything but cry and tremble.

He didn't know when he fell asleep until night came.

What woke him up was an extremely gentle touch, a little girl touched his tears: "Big brother, why are you crying so much?"

All the villagers he had killed were now around him, looking at him worriedly.

"Young man, where are you from, and what happened?"

"Oh my God, he's covered in blood! Could it be that he was attacked by a demonic beast?"

"He trembled more than a newborn piglet!"

He screamed, causing the girl to cry, and a woman quickly pulled her away.

Then he drew his sword and swung it indiscriminately, but he did not dare to slash at the villagers again.

The self-police regiment, which was already on standby, immediately stepped up, but because of the difference in strength, he disarmed them one by one.

"Man, hey man, calm down! You don't hurt us, and we don't want to hurt you, okay?" After all the members were disarmed, the commander of the self-police regiment reluctantly chose to talk.

The warrior did not reply, did not dare to reply, and just held the sword and stayed in the square for another day.

The next day, the blood on his body was gone.

On the third day, the villagers began to greet him naturally, calling him by his first name, as if they were all old acquaintances.

Obviously he didn't tell this, these guys have their own names!

And on the fourth day, the little girl, not afraid of the sword in his hand, jumped up and approached him: "The missionary is coming, he will definitely help the big brother!"

He believed.

So now he knelt before the middle-aged pastor, convinced that the other person was his Savior.

"Ah, here are two lost lambs!" said the middle-aged pastor, delighted at the sight of Roth and Bing the Elf.

Without saying a word, Roth slashed at him.

A man with blackened armor appeared out of thin air, and the dwarf Bin immediately grabbed him with a silk thread, but the charred man didn't care at all, and blocked Roth with his body at the cost of tearing off a hand and a foot.

The middle-aged priest still kept a smile in front of the warrior, nodded, and put a hand on the warrior's head.

The warrior then let out a cry of joy: "Ahhhhh

With the force of the middle-aged priest's hand, the whole warrior turned into sludge, and the whole village faded and became a fallen village again!

Roth said embarrassedly: "Isn't this process wrong, you won't try to tear your face with us?"

Although he made the first move, as long as he came up with a little trick, he should be able to try to deceive himself, after all, the whole village is decorated with the kind of boiled frogs in warm water, and Roth also thinks that the people behind the scenes should not be good at frontal combat.

Of course, Roth's original intention was to take advantage of his attempt to convince himself to find another way to prostitute himself for nothing.

"Hmph, you're in the same league as that mage!" the middle-aged priest changed his face and became hideous, "I've been here for a few days but I'm barely affected, who else can do it except that mage!"

Inexplicably a little empathetic......

"I thought it was over when the army appeared with that bastard mage, but now it seems that not everyone is his companion, huh?" the middle-aged priest snorted coldly, "I know you two must be just bait, but it doesn't matter, I'm going to give up here anyway, I must kill that mage before leaving!"

The priest raised his right hand, and the sludge that the warrior had turned into a human form turned upside down, but Roth knew that the other party was no longer the same person.

As the warrior began to charge at Rot, the man in the charred armor regained his hands and feet and pounced on the dwarf bin.

Roth blocked the warrior's first sword, feeling something bad in his heart.

It's not that this warrior himself is any threat, although the opponent's fighting spirit is more than his own internal strength, and he is also an adventurer who has experienced a hundred battles, but Roth, who has studied "Ploughing and Leisure Practice" deeply in human combat, is still very confident.

But since this priest can use the warriors who have just been killed in this way, then the same must be true of the soldiers who disappeared here before, and there were no adventurers who strayed into this village before that?

And who is this man in charred armor?

Roth knew that the only thing he could count on now was the bastard Thrando.

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Yoel slew a former Wicken hero once more.

From the summoned river of filth, there are constantly heroic spirits that have existed throughout history, but none of them are Joel's opponents.

This is not only because Joel already has the strength of the Adamantite level, but he can also face the heroes of the past at the strength level.

It's not just because Yoel has extraordinary swordsmanship, the young sword master is a boy and a sword master.

The main reason is that these Wickhn Heroic Spirits have no experience in fighting against internal forces from the East, and they can only use the combat skills and tactics they used before birth, and they have no ability to adapt to changes when facing a completely different power system.

In front of Joel's sword, these former heroes are like children holding swords, the sword may be sharp, but the child is vulnerable, whether it is the protective fighting qi or the protective magic circle, it is just a piece of paper.

Joel didn't want to be disrespectful to the heroes of the past, but he couldn't help but want to laugh more and more, and shouted to Imam Enronos: "It's really heart-wrenching, whether it's the body protection fighting qi or the protective magic circle, it is clear that as long as you make corresponding adjustments, it can also have an effect on the internal force, but they just can't do it." How much more humiliation do you have to inflict on these warriors of the past to be satisfied?"

Voss also took the opportunity to persuade other pastors: "That's right! If we dwell on the past, we won't have any hope! Standing on the past, grasping the present, and pinning our hopes on the future is the right way for us lowly lambs to approach the Lord!"

The voice of Imam Enronos came from behind the river of sludge: "Hope for the future, is this the reason why you have betrayed the true God and tried to create a new heavenly realm?"

"We just want to revive the Celestial Realm!" Voss didn't want to reveal too many secrets in front of Joel, but he couldn't care about it at this time, "This is just the first step in reviving the true God, and it's definitely not a betrayal!"

One thing that Voss didn't expect was that almost all of the pastist priests were here, and they were all involved in the plot to kill Joel.

Neither he, nor the Grand Imam who sent him, had expected such a terrible situation.

The absence of the Dark Man is already a great blessing in misfortune, and it is better that the Dark Man Assassin is just a personal act for money......

"Resurrect the true God...... Hahahaha! How stupid! How could a true God lose to filth!"

With the wild laughter of Enronos, a giant sword with a divine and majestic appearance, but exuding the aura of depravity and madness, parted the filthy river!

Voss looked at the sword and couldn't help but lose words.

From the black turbidity that had been cut open, the filthy angel stretched out its six wings and slowly appeared.

All the pastors of the pastorship knelt down, and the sound of prayer was endless.

"San Miró, he, he's obviously the first angel to die in battle......" Voss felt breathless.

"Death in battle? That's just an illusion! It's just God's plan to defeat the filth! Whether it's the subsequent defeat or the self-sacrifice of the true God, it's all a misunderstanding of us mortals! Our duty is only to help the true God buy time, yes, the true God has now completely defeated the filth, and not only that, but He has turned the filth into his own power!"

Joel slapped his head: "I see, since the gods exist in the past, the present and the future at the same time, there is no reason why the filth that can summon the Heroic Spirit cannot reproduce the gods of the past." You think the shadow of God is a god, don't you?"

"How can a true god be reproduced by defilement!" this sentence even Voss could not accept, and yelled at Joel.

Joel tilted his head and smiled, "Defeated the Heroic Spirit, and an angel came." So what if I can get rid of this angel?"

"Hubris!" said Sect Leader Enronos angrily, "Originally, I still had a little bit of a pity, but now it seems that you are hopeless!

Dusty divine light burst out from the angel's wings, turning into countless black beams of light and shooting towards Joel.

Just as Joel was about to strike, a tomahawk smashed the edge of the illusion, and the huge shockwave collided with the angel's beam, and the entire illusion began to collapse.

Allowing Raft to weaken the village was a ploy to lure Yoel, the [Future Sword God], into the game, but it was not without a cost.

Imam Enronos himself knew that the plan had failed the moment Joel broke into the illusion, and that the summoning of the angel was only to stabilize the faith of his followers.

Without saying a word, he left the shattered illusion with the other priests under the cover of angels.

Joel was a little regretful, but quickly put this thought behind him, and smiled at Anna, Wright, and Kirkett, the three frightened teammates, "I'll find a way to explain it to you later." Don't worry, our lives are connected, and you'll be fine with me. ”

Regardless of the danger of shattering the illusion around him, Voss actually pulled up Joel's collar at this time: "Lord Joel, please take back the previous sentence immediately!"

"Wow, Wow, calm down. Joel slashed down the chaotic block of power with his sword as he held down Vos, "I'm just proposing a possibility, you're an expert on the gods, aren't you? ”

Voss then withdrew with a pale face, and could not utter a word.

Wright and Kirkett both thought of something when they saw Vos's reaction, and their faces turned pale.

Anna just stood a little closer to Joel.

The illusion was soon shattered completely, and an uncontrolled rift appeared in the void, quickly spreading to Joel and his party.

The tomahawk that had blocked the angel reappeared, forcibly deflecting the trajectory of the rift.

Joel said to the master of the tomahawk, "Uncle Raft, is this all right, and although we are all right, the victim is going to get bigger, right?"

Raft looked helplessly at Joel, who was not surprised by his appearance, and sighed: "Where can I manage so much now! You kid is really in a big problem for me now, alas......"

Joel was not convinced: "How can I be blamed for this? ”

——

Liu Yuan looked at the four comrades who appeared in front of him and had been completely polluted by filth, gritted his teeth, and ordered: "Continue to destroy!

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"Your name is Serando, isn't it? You're speeding up the setup in this village, are you also an accomplice of those people?" asked the [Now Sect] priest, who was fighting like a warrior monk, finally didn't choose to do it directly.

Serrando looked at the other and said, "I remember that you seem to be called Noah, and I thought that if you called, I would throw you straight in, and you are so calm for the priest who is now sent." Why, you know about this in your church?"

"You haven't explained how you did it here!" Noah didn't answer what Thrando meant.

"If you don't answer me, then why should I answer you? With a wave of his hand, a large amount of gray mist enveloped Noah, and although Noah was about to throw a punch immediately, he was still a step slow and disappeared into the fog.

Vikinkaka almost wanted to make a move on Serando.

Serrando glanced at him and said, "So many years of teammates, are you really here?"

"I didn't do it right away because of so many years of friendship!" Vikinka panicked, "Do you know how scary you looked just now!"

Serrando snorted, "You know, I never like to explain anything to people unless it's settled, and if it weren't for the fact that I could kill that bastard for sure, I would have sent you down a long time ago!"