N-A-A Chapter 136
Chapter 136
Not to mention, there is a more dangerous White Night.
One person and one dragon broke straight into the pile of cultists in the posture of smashing the yellow dragon.
If the wooden dragon that twisted its body madly was like a huge bulldozer, repeatedly crushing everyone present.
That white night was like a sharp and accurate spear, and everywhere it went, there was no grass.
None of the guys who were targeted by the white night could survive successfully.
One punch was beaten into a mess of rotten meat on the spot, and even saving a whole corpse was a luxury.
Even if the four sides of the white night are full of cultists, even if they join together, they cannot trap
the white night, hit them every night, punch them, and return to the west, and their attack cannot fall on the white night's body at all.
With the help of seeing and hearing and his own perverted speed, Bai Ye really achieved a passage in the jungle of ten thousand armies, and a leaf did not stick to his body.
Under the wave of the four arms, Bai Ye was like a god of war, and directly opened the random killing mode.
Anyone who is approached by White Night within his attack range will surely die.
In the face of absolute strength suppression, the numerical superiority of this group of cultists has completely turned into a joke.
If there are few people around, Bai Ye can burst them with one punch.
If there are many people around Bai Ye, Bai Ye's four arms are waving, and a sweep is a large area, and the death rate of pagans will become faster.
After sensing the strength of the White Night's terror, this group of infidels no longer dared to take the initiative to approach the White Night.
The strength of Bai Ye's combat power has already made this group of cultists begin to fear.
Whoever goes on and who dies, and it is still a punch that is burst, the visual impact of watching his teammates turn into flesh and blood fireworks, and broken bones flying all over the sky, is extremely sour.
Even if this group of cultists believed in their evil god masters, they could not bear this kind of torment.
Until now, the cultists present began to stay away from Baiye, and no longer dared to rush up and fight with Baiye in close combat.
The fifth-order cultist lecturer hid his figure in the crowd, his eyes looked at the white night in the pile of cultists in amazement, and his heart was greatly panicked.
What kind of monster is this?
Obviously, he could feel that Bai Ye's spirit level was only in his early forties, but how could he be as strong as a ghost?
Not only was the concentration of spiritual power in his body much stronger than that of a fifth-order old-timer, but even the hand-to-hand battle was a mess.
A whole hexagonal warrior.
Five hundred cultists beat him, and the battle has gone on until now, about 200 people are dying on the cultists' side, and the white night is still intact.
If you continue to fight like this, sooner or later the infidels on their side will finish.
But looking at the white night that was covered in blood and waved four arms to kill in the crowd, the lecturer of this cultist couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Just such a fierce ruthless person, even if his spirit level has reached the fifth order, he may not be able to fight the white night.
His original best skill was not fighting, but playing tricks to brainwash other people, and in this part of fighting, he was a real layman, not good at it at all.
His fifth-order cultivation was also piled up by age and spiritual core.
No, it's still too conservative to say that it may not have been overplayed.
He can't beat Bai Ye 100%, with his small body, people may be shattered by a punch as soon as they go up.
Perhaps relying on his own fifth-order powerhouse background, he could barely withstand a punch from the next white night and leave a whole corpse for himself.
After figuring out his situation, the cultist's heart immediately arose with the desire to escape.
Thirty-six plans, go for the best policy.
Stay Aoyama without fear of no firewood.
As long as he is alive, it won't take long for this mouth of his to condense another five hundred cultists.
Thinking of this, the cultist lecturer immediately retreated into the crowd and tried to flee the place.
With so many cultists carrying guns in front of him, attracting firepower, he should not be discovered by the white night if he slipped away quietly.
However, just as he turned around and wanted to secretly speed up and leave the place, a thick wooden stake suddenly broke through the ground, rolling up the cultist lecturer and hanging him in the air.
Bai Ye, who was in the pile of cultists, suddenly stopped his figure and looked in the direction of the cultist lecturer, with a mocking look at the corner of his mouth.
As the only fifth-order existence here, how could Bai Ye not pay attention to his movements?
Although Bai Ye had been killing all sides in the crowd just now, Bai Ye always kept some energy on this cult lecturer, for fear that this old boy would take the opportunity to sneak attack.
But what Bai Ye didn't expect was that the lecturer of this cultist was so instigated, Bai Ye stared at him for a long time, and he didn't mean to do it to himself.
In the end, he secretly wanted to leave everyone behind and escape alone.
To be honest, since White Night began to hunt heretics, it was the first time he had seen such a cultist.
And this guy turned out to be a cultist lecturer and a minor bishop.
This really refreshes the values of White Nights.
He originally thought that the lecturers and bishops of the cultists were all special believers in their evil gods, and would rather die than yield.
Now it seems that these archbishops have less faith in their evil gods than those inferior pagans of lower spiritual rank.
After seeing Bai Ye's mocking and humiliating eyes, the pagan lecturer was immediately embarrassed by anger, and his entire face turned liver-red.
He didn't expect that he was hiding in such a crowd behind, and he could still be found in the white night.
The cultist lecturer, who realized that he would not be able to live without getting rid of Bai Ye, was overwhelmed and planned to directly fight Bai Ye to the end.
At this point, even if he tried to escape, it was useless.
"Children, in order to kill this monster, for the sake of your companions who are still alive, quickly chant the dark sonata given to you by the evil god master!"
"Only the music given to us by Lord Evil God can defeat all difficulties!"
At this moment, the cultist lecturer, in order to save his life, has completely cared about anything else.
If the cultists here collectively play the Dark Sonata, the consequences will be absolutely miserable.
Their end is either to embrace death, or to live better than to die.
But in order to let the cultists present play a role and trap the white night, this cultist lecturer could not care so much.
Dead Taoist friends do not die poor Dao.
As long as he can live, where is he in the mood to care about the rest?
The cultist bishop obviously has a very detached position among the cultists in this place.
After hearing his words, everyone present took out the music in their pockets, put it on their chests and began to chant reverently.
The horror of the Dark Sonata is here, it's just a sheet music, and it's a sheet music that anyone can play.
No matter what instrument you use, flute, piano, violin, or even a cappella singing, you can play it.
From an eighty-year-old man to a toddler who has just learned to speak up.
As long as he is a living person, he can play it.
Although the symbols of the Dark Sonata are twisted and complex, they can be understood by everyone who touches him, even a guy who has never studied music and notation, can watch the score and sing aloud.
This is where the real horror of the Dark Sonata lies, and the versatility of this score is too strong.