Chapter 121: Forced Killing
The flag engraved with the holy sword fluttered wildly.
There are a large number of ordinary believers kneeling outside the temple. They are all old, young, women and children, with weak souls and no martial arts cultivation. They are at the bottom of the divine system.
They don't even have the opportunity to enter the temple to worship the gods. During special periods, they will be sent directly to the altar as tributes.
But even so, they are still full of piety and fanaticism.
In terms of the degree of mental control, the God of Light is mainly more domineering than the God of flesh and blood.
While observing, Qi Sui spread out his mental power and cautiously approached the direction of the temple.
All is well.
However, when he was still about 500 meters away, an invisible wave rushed into his mind like an electric shock, causing him to suffer a brief state of mental paralysis.
"I'm going to suffer!"
Qi Sui was shocked.
He immediately realized that he had broken into some kind of domain barrier.
Because the strength of the other party's mental attributes is far higher than your own, your own mental perception is not aware of it.
Sure enough, a patrol team composed entirely of martial arts masters quickly came over.
They wore uniform silver leather robes with the symbols of silver lightning and the glorious holy sword printed on them, which were status symbols for the "missionary" job.
Ordinary believers looked at them with only reverence and desire.
Only by becoming a "missionary" can one be qualified to further serve the Lord God.
"Stop, who are you? Take off your robe!"
The middle-aged man in the lead yelled sharply.
A deep inner energy shone beneath his skin. After repeated condensation, the inner energy became surging and extremely thick, and he had already stepped onto the threshold of the "Sun Realm".
"Sun Realm" is only responsible for patrolling the outside of the small temple.
This is simply an incredible thing in the extraordinary era of decline of gods.
Qi Sui condensed.
The muscles under the robe were tightening little by little.
He was not in a hurry to take action, but let out a hearty laugh: "Brother, what do you think is wrong with you? Why do you have to be a dog to the Lord of Light?"
"heresy!"
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he shouted loudly: "Surround him, don't let him run away, and send this ignorant fool to the Lord God to confess his sins."
Several "missionaries" behind him all lit up their inner energy.
They controlled Qi Sui in the middle with the force of encirclement.
"Huh? A heretic? Take a look at me with a sharp eye. Am I a heretic?"
Qi Sui sneered, the spine on his back felt slightly warm, and his eyes were filled with a faint red blood mist.
He slowly took off the brim of his hat, revealing a handsome and fierce yet slightly childish face in front of everyone.
However, strange red "divine lines" appeared on his face, and a scarlet vertical pupil protruded between his eyebrows, blinking as if he had a unique consciousness.
Stimulating the spine to change certain facial features was a method he discovered after his career [Battle Tyrant] reached level 4.
"Who are you……"
The middle-aged man's murderous intention was stagnant, and he hesitated: "Are you a missionary from the God of Flesh and Blood? What are you doing on the territory of our God of Light?"
Qi Sui felt a little heavy.
He guessed it right!
In the eyes of these god believers, ordinary people are like untamed heretics, who are either strangled to death or forced to submit. Some women are kept in captivity like livestock and used as fertility machines to support the gods' population. .
The believers of other gods feel more like foreigners.
Although they are not welcome, they do not have strong murderous intent.
"Are the people in Vegas so overbearing? Isn't it okay to come here for a tour?"
"Sorry, you are not welcome here. Please leave this city as soon as possible. Otherwise, even if you offend Lord Amaemon, we will keep you here!" The middle-aged man issued an eviction order.
If he is a "missionary" of ordinary gods, then he will be killed.
But Amaemon's strength ranks at the forefront among the gods. Although it is not as good as Vegas, the Lord of Light, it is not far behind.
Therefore, they did not want to cause trouble to their divine master unless they had to.
"Hmph, just leave, but one day, the light of my flesh and blood divine religion will shine in every corner of this star."
Qi Sui's face showed strong piety: "I will take away the hundreds of people over there that you don't want!"
"A few hundred people, where are they?"
The middle-aged man's initially disdainful expression suddenly became tense: "I'm warning you, plundering people within the territories of other gods is a death penalty that reaches the bottom line!"
Population is an extremely important resource in the eyes of gods.
"If it doesn't work, it won't work. What's the hurry! It's only a few hundred people in population, and we, the Flesh God Cult, still look down upon us!"
Qi Sui's face was sarcastic, then he pointed at an abandoned residential manor in the distance and said coldly: "It's over there. Most of the people I bumped into when I came here were women. I thought they were resources abandoned by you!" “Which god would abandon a woman who can bear children?”
The middle-aged man's eyes brightened slightly, and his tone became urgent: "Brother, take us there and have a look. If it is true, we will definitely give you a generous reward!"
Different gods rule by different means.
For example, the territory of some gods is relatively loose and free, as long as they do not leave the territory casually and cause population loss. As for other gods, it is up to you whether they want to believe in the gods or not, and no high-pressure or coercive measures will be used.
Perhaps it is because the power of faith gained from voluntary worship is more pure and concise.
The God of Light, Vegas, is more ruthless.
Worthless old people are usually abandoned in urban areas and left to fend for themselves, while women in their childbearing years are controlled and worked day and night to create a population for it.
If not, Huang Tiaotiao would not have been so miserable.
"It's right here. Since these are rats you haven't noticed, I don't mind being a favor."
Qi Sui's tone was relaxed and friendly, and he led the way.
Several people did not doubt that he was there, and followed him out of the domain, walking farther and farther away from the temple.
The main reason is that Qi Sui's strength, that is, he is in the martial arts realm, it is really difficult for people to take any precautions.
A smile appeared on the lips of the leading middle-aged man.
If he could capture some women for the temple, he would not only have the opportunity to enjoy them, but it would also be a big achievement.
Maybe you can take this opportunity to become an "oracle" in the realm of martial arts!
With this thought in mind, his Qi Sui eyes became more and more pleasing to the eye.
"Brother, are you interested in leaving the Flesh God Cult and working with our Lord Vegas, the God of Light?"
"I heard that your territory is in the north. It's remote and cold. It can't be as warm and livable as our south. And to be disrespectful, the God of Flesh and Blood is worse than Mr. Vegas in terms of strength and realm. !”
"With your strength, brother, it's not a problem to be a missionary here. Mr. Vegas is ruthless, but his treatment of missionary-level humans is much better. Resources? Women? Take your pick!"
"You may not know that before the gods came, I was a martial arts instructor. My income was not low, but I certainly couldn't live a high-class life."
"Back then, I was always pursuing a young lady from a big family, but that stinky bitch never looked at me seriously. After the arrival of the gods, although her parents were powerful martial arts masters, they were stubborn and unwilling to give up and join the Ming Dynasty to worship Vegas. grown ups."
"In the end, they were crushed to death by the gods as easily as they crushed bugs, and then...their daughter fell into my hands."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that temperament is really fierce, and she won't obey her until life or death. I like this kind of thing, but she insists on forcing the overlord to take the bow...and then that girl bites her tongue and kills herself at the last moment."
At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man's expression became extremely vulgar. He couldn't help but hook Qi Sui's shoulders, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of that time.
But he didn't notice that Qi Sui's eyes gradually turned cold and cold.
The thick blood mist in his pupils almost escaped.
The muscles under the robe twitched slightly, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.
Finally, a group of people stepped into this once high-end community, completely cut off from sight.
"Do you feel proud to be a beast?"
Qi Sui's cold words interrupted the man's lustful smile.
The middle-aged man's facial muscles were stiff, and he realized something was wrong. He slowly loosened his grip on Qi Sui's shoulders and looked around: "Brothers, we have different preferences, so don't force it. Where are the women you mentioned? Where are they? I'll go and get them." Catch them out!"
"Who the hell is your brother!"
"Fuck you!"
Qi Sui's anger, which had been condensed to the extreme, completely exploded at this moment.
[Super Metabolism L] lv4, start!
The heart is like a heavy drum beating on the battlefield. A large amount of plasma bursts out and flows into the body. The skin is dyed with blood and the light and shadow of internal energy. The pores of the whole body open, and a large amount of hot blood spurts out.
The muscles of the body inflated like an inflated balloon, the jacket burst open, and a humanoid brown bear nearly 2.3 meters tall rose from the ground.
"you……"
The middle-aged man's face changed wildly. Just as he was about to distance himself, he saw the opponent swinging his right fist without any fancy.
The loud elephant roared in the night, and the shadow of a giant elephant appeared behind him.
The right arm is like a piece of poured steel, and the muscles bonded to it are set off in layers of continuous waves of flesh.
Snapped--
It was like the sound of a watermelon falling to the ground.
Red and white things flew out.
A body that was destroyed directly from the neck up stood stiffly in the cold wind.
At the same time, in the blood mist that exploded in the sky, there was a strange silver insect waving its wings and trying to escape, but it was tightly clamped by two fingers that came over.
Qi Sui put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. His face was heavy and he squeezed it.
Green blood dripped down his fingertips.
Qi Sui spread his hands and faced the missionaries who had not yet come to their senses. He showed his neat white teeth and a devilish smile: "Now, it's your turn, you beasts!"
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(End of chapter)