Chapter 211

The well-dressed girl on the altar turned around and stared blankly at the man who was dressed in a way that did not match the current situation.

"Yo, I think I heard a pitiful little white haired village girl crying for help." Wang Quan smiled like a carefree big brother. He completely ignored the group of believers around him and the zombies that appeared one after another.

"Did I hear it wrong? Why isn't anyone crying for help now? "

As she stared at the man, Ah Jiu's face finally showed some expression.

She bent down and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Big brother! Save me! "

"Got it!"

Wang Quan pulled out a black pistol and a silver pistol. He looked around at the people who surrounded him and smiled gently.

"You heard it too. Someone is begging me to save her. What do you think? "

Feng Sixi and the other two looked at each other.

The village chief touched his forehead. It was still throbbing.

He had the deepest impression of Wang Quan.

Even though the young man was handsome, had a peerless temperament, a peerless face, a family-oriented personality, and was gentle and considerate, it was an indisputable fact that he had exploded the village chief's head twice.

"What we need to do now is to stall him until the ritual is over. Once the ritual is over, you and I will be reborn. We won't have to carry this half-dead body anymore."

The village chief's expression was gloomy. He waved his hand. "There's no need to talk about morality with this kind of lunatic! Everyone, let's fight him together! "

After that, he turned around and ran towards the altar.

Wang Quan was stunned when he heard what the village chief said.

He felt as if he had said and done the same thing at some point in time.

Forget it, I'll think about it later.

Wang Quan took a step back and dodged a slash from the side. Then, when the man's body leaned forward due to inertia, Wang Quan pressed the muzzle of his right hand against the man's head.

He pulled the trigger and blood splattered everywhere!

Putting away the gun in his left hand and taking the knife from the man's hand, Wang Quan crouched down and rushed into the crowd!

A massacre bloomed!

After emptying the magazine, Wang Quan didn't reload. Instead, he put the pistol in his right hand back into the inner pocket of his suit.

Then, his right hand picked up the crowbar from one of the corpses' hands. Then, Wang Quan turned around and rushed back into the crowd.

Blood dyed the color of snow!

Severed arms and heads flew together!

The scarlet color in Wang Quan's eyes became more intense. In the end, a dark red blood mist gradually appeared around his body.

At first, the blood mist was almost invisible to the naked eye, but as the number of dead believers increased, the blood red color around his body gradually became thicker.

In the end, the blood mist permeated the empty space around the altar. The three people on the altar could barely see the figure in the blood mist.

However, Wang Quan's mind was unexpectedly clear.

It could even be said that he was more clear-headed than before.

Although his performance was crazy and his killing speed was even faster, it was more like he was playing the game from a third-person perspective.

Every action was given to instinct, and his calm mind began to think.

Why were the few people on the altar still standing there?

Are they resigned to their fate and waiting for death?

Something must be wrong.

However, Wang Quan did not care.

In his field of vision, the people and zombies around him were no longer people, but human-shaped light spots that were glowing faintly.

This feeling was the same as the feeling when he controlled Alex to turn on the thermal vision when he was playing Killing the Proto.

In his field of vision, other than the enemies around him and the endless stream of believers and zombies that came out from North Mountain to join the battle, there was also a heat source light spot that was swimming around in the forest further away.

Each time he arrived at a place, he would stay for a few seconds and then quickly move on to the next place.

Wang Quan knew what was going on.

In the middle of his completely black eyeballs was a scarlet red pupil, and there were black cracks spreading around his eye sockets.

Facing the increasing number of believers and zombies around him, he was starting to get annoyed.

Tossing away the bent blade and the broken crowbar, Wang Quan bowed slightly.

The black and red mist that lingered in the air shrunk abruptly. Within two seconds, all the mist was attached to his body.

In the next moment, everyone heard the sound of a heartbeat.

Then, everyone's field of vision turned black and white.

A black and red shockwave blasted out in all directions with Wang Quan as the center.

Everything went silent.

Slowly exhaling, Wang Quan, who had returned to his normal black and white eyeballs, straightened his body and walked towards the altar.

None of the believers or zombies attacked him.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, all the believers and zombies fell to the ground like dominoes.

Then, there was no more movement.

Wang Quan exercised his neck and said with a smile, "I'm here as promised, so can you give Ah Jiu to me? I hate violence. "

The archpriest pulled Ah Jiu back a few steps, while the village chief and Feng Sixi stepped forward.

Feng Sixi sighed. "I didn't expect you to be this strong."

He slowly took off his outer robe, and then took off his short shirt, revealing his strong pectorals and eight-pack abs.

"Unfortunately, I'm a little stronger than you."

The skin on his shoulder blades bulged, and in the next moment, two wings that looked like giant claws burst out of his back.

He looked up and licked the sharp nails on his fingers. The killing intent in his yellow vertical pupils, which had turned into that of a wild beast, skyrocketed.

Beside him, his son, Feng Shuangliu, had turned into the same form as him.

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment. He asked, "Do the two of you know the Thousand Birds? The one with the electric sparks on your hands. "

Since the father and son did not respond, Wang Quan sighed. "Fine, if you don't know, then so be it. I don't know how to roll meatballs anyway."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it up, and snapped his fingers.

The village chief's eyeballs began to move up and down, left and right. His head bulged, deformed, expanded, and then exploded as if he had been hit by the North Star Divine Fist.

Where his head used to be, there were eight waving tentacles.

At the tip of the tentacles was a mouthpiece that was as sharp as a shark's teeth.

In the next moment, the tentacles penetrated the bodies, limbs, and heads of the father and son of the Feng family.

Then, while they were struggling, the tentacles gnawed at them.

After that, like a deflated balloon, the village chief lost all the moisture in his body and fell to the ground, turning into a dried corpse.

Wang Quan touched the village chief's corpse with his foot, and his corpse turned into ashes.

Raising his head, he looked at Ah Jiu and the high priestess behind her who was strangling her neck. Wang Quan took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. "So, what other tricks do you have?"

The high priestess used Ah Jiu as a hostage and slowly retreated while strangling her neck. "Don't come over, or I'll …"

Before she could finish her words, Wang Quan appeared in front of Ah Jiu and smiled gently at her. Then, his right hand went through Ah Jiu's chest and stabbed into the high priestess' chest. He grabbed her heart and squeezed it hard.

Withdrawing his hand, the high priestess fell backward. Wang Quan caught Ah Jiu who was falling forward due to inertia.

Blood spurted out of Ah Jiu's chest and she vomited a large mouthful of blood.

However, she didn't care.

She only raised her trembling hand and placed it on Wang Quan's face. A peaceful and reassuring smile appeared on her face. "Brother … I knew you would come …"

Wang Quan stared at her with his dead fish eyes and said, "Stop being so emotional. Hurry up and get up. Your chest is already healed. By the way, you're exposed. "

"Oh …" Ah Jiu was taken aback. She crawled out of his arms.

Brother really doesn't know how to read the atmosphere …

Just as she was feeling depressed, she felt her body warm up. A suit jacket was draped over her.

Her head felt heavy. She felt someone rubbing the top of her head.

Ah Jiu looked up and saw Wang Quan's gentle smile.

"It's okay now."

For some reason, her eyes were filled with tears.

After 1,962 years, tears once again flowed down her cheeks.

But this time, they were tears of joy.

"It's useless … cough …"

On the ground, the high priest spat out blood as he looked at the two of them coldly. "The people in the village can't be killed … You can't escape this endless curse … cough, cough …"

Maybe it was because her heart had been crushed, but her recovery was very slow.

As expected, as her voice subsided, the zombies and believers under the altar slowly struggled to get up.

"That might not be the case."

A steady baritone voice followed the footsteps.

Cheng Weihua stepped onto the altar.

He was holding an detonator in his hand.

He looked down at the high priest's beautiful but twisted face.

The face gradually overlapped with the young and inexperienced face in his memory.

Then, they slowly separated.

He sighed and said softly, "Zhaodi, I'm back."

The high priest was stunned. Her expression turned gentle. "Big Brother Cheng, you've lost weight and you've gone through the vicissitudes of life."

"You haven't changed at all. You're still so young." The 24-year-old uncle, Cheng Weihua, paused for a moment. "No, actually, you've changed as well."

The high priest opened her mouth and slowly raised her arm. "Big Brother Cheng, save me …"

Cheng Weihua turned around and looked at Ah Jiu, who was tightly wrapped in a suit jacket and a phoenix coronet beside Wang Quan. He suddenly felt a headache.

"Ugh …"

A few seconds later, he slowly stood up and exhaled. "I see …"

"Do you have any more cigarettes?"

Wang Quan tossed him a cigarette and lit it up for him.

Cheng Weihua slowly sat beside the high priest. He took a puff and said, "You guys can go. This is my final destination."

He glanced at the zombies under the altar who were about to recover and sighed. "After you guys leave, I'll detonate the bomb."

Wang Quan rolled his eyes and kicked Cheng Weihua away. He then picked up the detonator on the ground and pressed it.

"What are you trying to act cool for?"

In the next moment, the ground shook.

The surroundings of the altar were engulfed in flames.

Countless zombies and cultists wailed in agony as the flames burned. In the end, they fell to the ground and breathed their last.

This time, they were all dead.

The flames slowly spread and the forest around them started to catch fire.

Amid the crackling of the flames, the 300-meter tall windmill collapsed with a loud bang.

The high priest laid on the ground with a calm expression.

Wang Quan pulled Cheng Weihua up with a bitter smile and raised a brow. "What should we do? Do you want to take this crazy woman away or kill her?

"Oh right, let me tell you another unfortunate thing. This crazy woman might be 2,000 years old. You've been eaten by an old bull and Ah Jiu isn't your daughter."

"…" Cheng Weihua smoked dejectedly like a victim who had been cheated on. "I really don't know anymore. I thought this would be the end of my life, but you … Sigh …"

Wang Quan pursed his lips. "What does it have to do with me? I hate brainless sensationalism the most, and it's the kind where you send yourself to your death. Other than yourself, who else can you move?"

Cheng Weihua shook his head. He was too lazy to argue with him.

He glanced at the high priest on the ground and sighed. "The Zhao Di in my memory is dead. She … is just someone else with the appearance of Zhao Di. She has lost herself. "

"Then kill her. I'm good at this. If you can't bear to do it, I'll do it." Wang Quan was about to grab the high priest and throw him into the sea of fire.

The high priest looked coldly at Wang Quan. "Don't think that you've won."

Wang Quan was amused. "You can still turn the tables? Why? You can even summon that monster of yours to kill me? "

The high priest grinned. "It's not a monster, it's a god!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind blew.