It wasn't until the air around him suddenly became quiet that Alang's laughing voice silently froze, and then slowly turned around.....

I, the little host, held the sword tightly in his hand, and the inside of his sleeve was agitated by the inner breath: "You, you are the first!"

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and said a few words in a slow tone.

Although the tone was calm and the voice was not loud, it could be heard clearly around the shrine that had suddenly quieted down.

"Great, don't be afraid, maybe this little beast has learned a few tricks somewhere, and he wants to fool everyone by pretending to be a god like this!"

Although Aaron said this, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

There was silence all around, and no one wanted to catch his words, and everyone seemed to fall silent tacitly.

The whistling wind rustled through the woods, and the moon did not break through the clouds, but sank deeper and deeper.

So much so that the golden circle of light that he could still look at disappeared after that, and there was nothing around that could emit more light, except for the torches and braziers that were still burning.

If you want to say it, you can't ignore the long sword in my little host's hand, and the breeze skimmed over the broken hair scattered from his sideburns.

He slowly lifted his face and looked straight ahead, sweat, tears, and blood mixed wonderfully on his face.

But he didn't care about this, a pair of eyes that didn't have any brilliance turned, and it fell on Alang, who was the closest and most arrogant to him.

"You are the first!" he repeated in a deep voice.

Ah Lang saw him such a terrifying and weird appearance at this time, where did he dare to talk again, he trembled his legs and opened his mouth: "Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu sees that it is too late today, and I will go back to sleep and fight you tomorrow!"

When Aaron had said this, he prepared to flee.

In just an instant, as soon as the host's mind moved, his complete body flashed in front of Aaron extremely quickly, which could block his idea of running away if he wanted to.

His eyes widened with disbelief as he tried to open his mouth but couldn't make any sound.

In its place, there was thick, scarlet blood.

Because just as the host teleported over, he had already quickly pierced the long sword into Alang's heart.

"As I said, you're the first! If you want to sleep, never wake up!"

After he said this, his hand jerked again, and the blood in Alang's heart immediately spurted out like a sluice gate that had leaked out.

The short, tense silence was broken by the muffled sound of Aaron falling to the ground.

The villagers, who were still watching with great interest how the host was beaten and humiliated, suddenly screamed in shock.

A group of people scattered with birds and beasts, and all the weapons that were still clutched in their hands were thrown away, and some people couldn't even take care of their own children.

Their screams and cries for help made the dreary night even more lively, only to see two of my hosts stretch out, and a purple light swirls through the void.

In the darkness of the night, all the escape paths into the woods were neatly cut off, and all the people, not a few, were trapped in them.

A terrible wail suddenly resounded through the wilderness of endless night, men, women, and children.

"Scared, why didn't you think about retribution when you did things in the first place?" the host slowly took off into the air, the long sword in his hand leaving a faint trail of light in the air.

"Little fairy, I beg you, let us go!" a woman bowed to her face with tears streaming down her face and begged for mercy, clasping her hands together in a pious gesture.

When the people around saw her like this, they also fell to the ground on their knees, trembling and kowtowing.

The little host sneered lightly: "You want me to let you go?"

Xu is everyone saw that there was an opportunity, and after he finished saying this, they silently stopped speaking, and to a certain extent, it was regarded as their acquiescence.

"Very well! Now that there is only one person left, you know that you are afraid? I think I begged you all the time, begging you to let me go! But now? Do you think that a simple and insincere begging for mercy will let you go?"

On the ground under his feet, there were some people who were quite bold: "Then what are your conditions?"

The little host raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be very satisfied with this question: "Yes, my conditions, since I have suffered so much in vain, then you all come and taste it, right?"

The kneeling crowd looked at each other, and the man continued to ask, "How are you going to ......?"

"Of course it is—not a single one!"

After saying this, before even the people under my feet could react, I, the little host, had already swung my sword and cut off the first human head.

Warm blood splashed on his face, he half-narrowed his eyes, and pointed the tip of his sword at the crowd: "So, who is next?"

The villagers, who had just knelt on the ground, immediately collapsed to the ground in that kneeling position, and quickly retreated in the direction behind them.

They retreated, pleading with tears in their eyes, interspersed with the cries of children, but that didn't make my host fully conscious.

I don't know where his other part of the primordial god or the personality that dominated the soul movements when he was bullied before, but now, I can guarantee that the one who occupies this body is an out-and-out big devil!

I couldn't interfere with his thoughts, and I was a bystander attached to him from beginning to end, as for the group of humans in front of me.

Although the sins are great, after all, they are also several living lives, and I don't believe that I, a little host, can kill them all so without any waves.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I have met someone similar to my little host somewhere before, and he also has two faces.

In fact, it turns out that I still underestimated this awakened personality in the body of the little host, and I thought that he would not have such a huge anger and killing when he was about to awaken.

But it turns out that I was really wrong.

That night, at the top of the black clouds, a gruesome killing was taking place around the shrine that had been sealed off by the barrier.

All the villagers who participated in the Shentai demon extermination activity were all killed, and none of the old people and young children were spared.

The moment the barrier was unraveled, the moon broke through the clouds and reappeared in the night sky.

Once again, a cool breeze blew through the woods, but now it left with a thick and indissible smell of blood.

The little host took the sword and stood in place in a daze, his eyes were empty, and after a while, his feet suddenly became weak, and he collapsed to the ground and passed out.

And the long sword in his hand also dissipated like smoke into the blood-soaked soil.