Although Ghost Hunter was wearing a platinum ghost mask and his expression could not be seen, his relaxed limbs showed how intoxicated he was, making the eerie atmosphere even more eerie.
That member of the Ghost Hunting Tribe swallowed his saliva and glanced at the jade bottle that was called the Ghost Bottle. It was a magical bottle that could absorb the resentment of the Vatican's believers when they died. The more devout the believers were, the more resentment they would have when they died. For the Ghost Hunting Tribe who worshiped demons, this kind of resentment was the foundation of their cultivation. The more resentment they absorbed, the stronger they would be.
"Then let's kill more of the Holy Church's lackeys. Let's see how long this coward Boyemi can endure. I'm looking forward to how much delicious food he'll bring me when he dies of extreme fear!"
Ghost Hunter's voice was full of sarcasm.
He had never dealt with Boyemi before, so he was a little afraid of him and didn't act immediately.
The Ghost Hunter Tribe and the Holy Church were irreconcilable enemies. When they met, it was either you die or I die. However, Boyemi didn't act immediately, which let Ghost Hunter see his weak nature. If he didn't take this opportunity to kill him, then when?
"Yes, my Lord!"
The member of the Ghost Hunter Tribe excitedly bowed, took the Ghost Bottle that Ghost Hunter threw over, carefully put it in his arms, and excitedly ran out. Although they didn't have the Ghost Bottle to help them absorb resentment, they could still absorb a small part of the drifting resentment when slaughtering believers of the Holy Church. The more they killed, the more they could absorb.
"Brad, where are you?"
Ghost Hunter got up and quietly stood in front of the window, looking out at the rainstorm that was now a little lighter. His eyes flashed with unforgettable hatred.
It was a bloody night. Innocent villagers were massacred, and the barking of dogs didn't stop. The Holy Knights angrily clenched their fists and kept reporting to Boyemi, hoping that he would give the order to fight to the death with the Ghost Hunter Tribe.
Boyemi felt a headache coming on and was no longer in the mood to sleep. He continued to swindle the Holy Knights. At first, it was somewhat effective, but as more and more villagers were slaughtered, the Holy Knights began to have doubts in their eyes.
Boyemi knew that these honest Paladins had already reached the limit of their patience. No matter how eloquent he was, he wouldn't be able to fool them any longer.
While secretly cursing the Black Knights for not arriving yet, he pretended to pray to God. Just as the Holy Knights were about to explode with rage, Boyemi stood up, his face radiating a holy light, and said righteously, "All Holy Knights, heed my command!"
"Here!"
The Holy Knights could not wait any longer. They knelt on one knee in unison, their faces filled with the desire to fight.
"According to God's decree, the great Holy Knights will protect the glory of the Lord and destroy all evil heretics with their holy swords. Go, my children, I will be proud of you!"
Boyemi said righteously.
"For the glory of the Lord!"
The 36 Holy Knights unsheathed the holy swords at their waists, fiercely patted their chests, and bowed to Boyemi. With fanatical expressions, they solemnly turned around and plunged into the curtain of rain. They were going to slay demons and send all demons that blaspheme the glory of the Lord to hell.
Looking at the 36 figures bravely sacrificing themselves, a look of guilt flashed across Boyemi's face, but it was soon replaced by determination.
After all the Holy Knights had gone far away, Boyemi looked around, and then, wearing a bright red bishop's robe, he tiptoed towards the pier in panic. The Holy Knights were definitely finished, but he didn't want to lose his life here. He wanted to leave this place by boat overnight. He believed that these righteous Holy Knights would enter heaven and listen to the Lord's teachings at close range.
… …
"Sizzle!"
Ding Ning's body flickered with blue lightning.
He waved his hands, sometimes forming an electric shield, sometimes forming an electric armor, sometimes forming an electric spear, and sometimes forming an electric net … He was having a lot of fun playing around!
Unfortunately, activating the thunder skill was too noisy, and he couldn't experiment in his room, so Ding Ning still wanted to continue.
After playing for a while, Ding Ning retracted the lightning, cupped his chin, and looked at Thunder God, who was still sleeping and didn't know that his thunder power had been stolen. Ding Ning wondered how to deal with this guy.
Change his genes and sign a master-servant contract with him? Although Ding Ning coveted such a strong fighter, he wasn't naive enough to think that he could succeed. He didn't know what Chi You was thinking. Those who could sign a contract seemed to be great beauties, and men didn't seem to have this privilege!
Besides, Thunder God was a God State Expert. Although Ding Ning had also activated his thunder power, the power he displayed was worlds apart from that of Thunder God. He didn't want to fail the contract and be killed by Thunder God.
Killing him was the best solution, but Ding Ning was a little hesitant. After all, he didn't know whether these people of the Ghost Hunter Tribe came for Thunder God or not. If he kept him alive, maybe he could use him as a life-saving bargaining chip at a critical moment.
There was another plan. That was, after confirming his own safety, he would take him back to the country in the name of Xiao Chunan and send him to the scientific research organization for research, which could be regarded as helping him to atone for his crime!
Although Xiao Chunan didn't say that he had helped many people secretly, it was absolutely impossible to say that he didn't do anything bad after being controlled by the Descendants of God Organization for more than three years.
Xiao Chunan's return was bound to be strictly examined by the special department. As long as someone was unhappy with him and found an excuse to question him, he couldn't prove his innocence, and he might spend the rest of his life in prison.
But with Thunder God's proof of allegiance, he believed that anyone who questioned him would shut up obediently. Not only would he not be punished, but he would also be rewarded.
"Brother-in-law, for the sake of Nuonuo, I can only help you in this way."
Ding Ning muttered, fully exerted the Meridian Severing Palm, sealed all the meridians of Thunder God, and fed him a Bone-Softening Pill with a painful face, to ensure that even if the Meridian Severing Palm failed, Thunder God wouldn't have the ability to fight back. It was never too cautious to treat such a God State Expert.
"Keep an eye on this person. No matter what, we can't let anything happen to him!"
After going out of the room, Ding Ning immediately told Lu Zhan.
To prevent any undue delay, he had made a plan. As soon as the rain stopped, he would immediately return home by Air Force Wings. But there was still a problem. Seven Kills was also here. Was he trustworthy? Would he reveal the secret that he had Air Force Wings?
"Boss, there is a fight outside."
Xiaoniu hurried in and said excitedly.
"Who is fighting with whom?"
Ding Ning's heart tightened, and he asked quickly.
"The people of the Ghost Hunting Tribe are fighting with a group of people in white. Oh my god, the people on both sides are fighting desperately as if they had killed their fathers."
Xiaoniu scratched his head, with excitement on his face. They also wanted to kill the group of murderous Ghost Hunting Tribe, but they couldn't do it because of future troubles. Now someone was fighting with them, and they were naturally happy to see it.
"People in white?"
Knowing that it was not their own people who had a conflict with the Ghost Hunting Tribe, Ding Ning breathed a long sigh of relief, but his spirit was refreshed. "How is the battle? Who has the upper hand? "
"The fighting capacity of the people in white is not as strong as that of the Ghost Hunting Tribe, but they have many people. They can hold on for a while because they are not afraid of death, but I'm afraid they will be finished soon."
Xiaoniu observed very carefully. He frowned and said, "The people of the Ghost Hunting Tribe are really inhumane. In such a short time, they have slaughtered three villages."
A touch of resentment flashed in Ding Ning's eyes, and his eyeballs rolled. He waved his hand and said, "Turn off the light and go to sleep. No one goes out."
"Boss, we …"
Xiaoniu obviously wanted to intervene, but when he thought that he could not bear the consequences, he immediately gave up and scratched his head unwillingly.
"Go to sleep!"
Fearing that Ding Ning could not keep calm and intervene, Seven Kills breathed a long sigh of relief. In his opinion, no matter whether the people in white or the Ghost Hunting Tribe fought to death, it had nothing to do with them, as long as they did not bring trouble to Shenzhou Country.
Ding Ning did not care about them. He held Ling Yun and Luoxue in his arms, walked into the room casually, and closed the door.
Although the two women had a close relationship with him, seeing that he wanted a dragon and two phoenixes, they immediately blushed and refused to go to bed bashfully.
"You go to sleep first!"
Ding Ning smiled proudly. He suddenly sealed the meridians of the two women, put them on the bed, and put the pillows in the middle, pretending that the three of them were sleeping together.
Then he went into the bathroom, took out the bio-simulated skin equipment, and rubbed it in front of the mirror. Soon, he disguised himself as Thunder God.
"The blue hair color is not right, but it should not be visible at night!"
Ding Ning looked at the face in the mirror, which was no different from Thunder God's, and muttered in a low voice.
The window was opened silently. A cold wind blew, and Ding Ning had disappeared from the room. For fear of being found strange, he also thoughtfully closed the window.
Ding Ning's figure turned into a shadow, and he quickly rushed toward the battlefield. But he did not know that in the next room, Seven Kills took out a small box from his pocket, took out something like plasticine, and smeared it on his face.
Soon, Qi Sha took out a wig and put it on. He turned into a Caucasian with a high nose and blue eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror and blinked. He muttered in a low voice as he was not used to it, "This is my first time wearing contact lenses. It feels really uncomfortable. But, hehe, no one should be able to recognize that I'm from China now."
…
Alpha panted heavily, and kept raising the holy sword in his hand to block … block … block … block again …
His snow-white knight suit was covered with blood and stains, and he let the rain wash it. Although he looked like a drowned rat, he had to fight to the end for his faith.
Thirty-six Paladins faced twelve members of the Ghost Hunting Tribe, but they could not gain the upper hand. In this short time, three Paladins were sacrificed, which made him feel very ashamed.
"Evil cannot defeat good, the Paladins will win!"
Alpha roared loudly to encourage his comrades. He raised the holy sword to block the opponent's black weapon, and with a backhand slash, he cut off the wrist of the Ghost Hunting Tribe member along with the weapon, and then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
"Victory! Victory! "
The rest of the thirty-two Holy Knights saw that their leader had finally succeeded. Their morale, which had plummeted due to the loss of three of their teammates, was instantly boosted. Their exhausted bodies seemed to be filled with endless energy. They shouted loudly and waved their Holy Swords. They were not afraid of death. They dashed towards the silent members of the Ghost Hunter Tribe.
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