Book of Gods and Demons

"Simon!"

Simon's head suddenly collapsed, and several aristocratic dudes who conspired with him in the carriage hissed in exclamation at the same time.

Afterwards, the carriage was suddenly silent.

The sound of gunshots, cannons, roars, crossbow bolts breaking through the air, and the sound of projectiles flying outside the vehicle all disappeared cleanly. The dead silence that made the heart freeze enveloped the entire carriage, and all the sounds completely disappeared.

All the colors have disappeared.

Everything in the carriage, including the gorgeous clothes on the noble dudes from the imperial capital family, also lost their color. The whole world has completely become black and white.

Afterwards, everything around these dudes slowly decayed and collapsed. It's as if after hundreds of millions of years of baptism, everything has been completely weathered.

The world became blank, and only a few dudes stood stiffly in this black and white world of nothingness.

There were gentle footsteps, and inexplicable fear was like a cold poisonous snake, slowly winding around the hearts of these dudes. They stared, opened their mouths, and gurgled down in cold sweat. They wanted to hiss and cry for help, but they couldn't make a sound.

Behind a dude, a dim and erratic figure slowly appeared.

He covered the dude's mouth with one hand from behind him, holding a small blade in his right hand, and gently stroked his neck.

There was a crisp sound of ‘chi,’ as if a sharp paper cutter had cut through white paper.

There was a very deep, very fine crack on the dude's neck, but there was no blood spurting out.

Amid the soft footsteps, this dim and erratic figure appeared behind another dude. There was another crackling sound of ‘chi,’ this dude was also covered with his mouth from behind, and he slapped his neck with a light knife.

One, two, three...

In the carriage, several imperial capital noble dandies who conspired with Simon each received a knife.

In the process, they are like ducks hung under the eaves and dried in the air, stiff, rigid, and unable to move at all. Unable to resist, unable to escape, unable to call for help, as if in a nightmare.

Then, the surrounding scene was restored again, and countless tiny colorful particles floated up, re-constituted the carriage, and constituted the various furnishings in the carriage. There was a small sound coming from far away, and gradually the noisy and messy sound became louder and louder.

Suddenly, the whole world returned to normal.

A thin blood mist spurted crazily from the necks of several dudes. Their own blood pressure caused blood to spurt out from extremely deep and fine wounds. The blood mist sprayed more than ten feet away, almost covering the entire carriage. Apply it evenly.

They covered their throats with desperate hands, convulsed all over and fell to the ground without making a sound until they died.

In their perception, they were trapped in the black and white world for at least three to five minutes. The dim and erratic figure took more than a minute to slowly and methodically kill them one by one. .

However, if there are outsiders in the carriage, they can see that these dudes were still gathering in everything for a moment, hissing out Simon's name in exclamation, but the next moment...

Maybe there was not even a hundredth of a second, only a very faint cold light flashed, their necks were cut open, a large swath of blood splashed, and they lost their lives in an instant.

The people who attacked and killed them were very fast and extremely fast...like a nightmare, like the most terrifying nightmare in a nightmare...He appeared, harvested his life, and then disappeared without a trace!

Several dudes fell heavily into the carriage, their skins turned dead white, and their eyes turned into the turbid grayish white of dead fish that have been dead for five or six days.

If there were church clergymen present, they would surely see at a glance - these dudes not only had their lives harvested, but even their souls were completely destroyed by terrifying secrets in an instant.

This secret technique of destroying the soul is uniformly called ‘heresy’ in the mouths of the clergy of the church!

Qiao took a deep look at the carriage Simon was in just now.

Something must have happened in that carriage. Although he couldn't see the whole process of the weird assassin harvesting life, in his ‘Crimson’ vision, he saw the scarlet evil eruption that resembled a volcanic eruption suddenly erupting from the carriage.

The strong and substantive evil spirit rushed out, and then turned into a long dragon several feet in diameter and rushed towards Joe.

Death, an incredible death broke out in the carriage!

"These guys are dead!" Joe raised his hand abruptly, and a 60-caliber cannonball hit his palm. This was a **** bomb. Before Joe could hit it back, the bomb exploded in Joe's palm.

There was a loud noise, and the fire flooded Joe's body.

The white flesh of Qiao's body fluctuated violently a few times. The exploding damage of a sixty-centimeter-caliber bomb was definitely not as destructive as the destructive power of a head smashed by a train carriage.

The skin of Qiao's palm trembled, and the tender skin was stained with a layer of black gunpowder... nothing more.

But all his clothes collapsed, his clothes and big trousers were blown to pieces, only a few broken pieces of cloth stuck to him firmly and stubbornly. These pieces of cloth were still burning fiercely and were burnt in a few seconds. Clean and clean.

Joe's hair and eyebrows were also burned in a mess by the explosion flame...

What is annoying is that Joe is facing the direction of the explosion of the shell. He is only burnt off the hair on the right half of his head, while the hair on the left half is roughly intact.

The smooth right scalp, the left scalp with full hair.

Joe raised his hand and touched his weird hairstyle, then looked down at his naked body, and couldn't help snarling furiously: "This doesn't make sense... In Port Tulum, Longinus and the church knights, why do they The robe won't be burned by the flame?"

At the gate of the Golden Anchor Club, Joe clearly remembered that it was also a battle surrounded by flames. The uniforms of the two major generals were burned clean, but the uniforms on Longinus were intact.

Even the church knights of the Holy Inquisition under Longinus, many of them have also used the power of fire.

But their robes were unscathed in the flames!

Lan Mujin stood behind Joe's side, holding Joe's coat in his left hand, cold light gleaming between the five fingers of his right hand, and holding a handful of poisoned cow hair fine needles calmly.

Hearing Joe’s complaining and roaring, Lan Mujin said in a low voice: “The church’s robe is made of rare and extraordinary materials, is more blessed by magical arts, and has strong resistance... But this kind of robe is expensive, except The church, no country is willing to equip it."

"Ha!" Joe patted his exposed belly hard, rolled his eyes and said with a weird voice: "It's no wonder that Lieutenant General Otto was running around naked just now... That is to say, we have to get used to this in the future. ?"

Lan Mujin laughed dryly: "It's good if you get used to it... However, if you are willing to spend a lot of money, you can also customize some clothes from the church... However, the price is very expensive, very, very expensive!"

Joe's face trembled, and he hesitated: "Then, let me think about it. Actually, there is nothing wrong with this, is it?"

The Major General Emperor ** on the special train has already fought fiercely with the attackers.

The low and low wolf howling undulates continuously, and the major generals of the emperor have fallen in number, but their cooperation with each other is incomparable, and they are faintly pressing the enemy to fight.

Among the attackers, whether it was those burly men with yellow rays or those snow werewolves who flew over, they were all brave and brave, but they hardly had any cooperation at all, and they were completely mobs.

In the special train, in addition to the 30 extraordinary Tier 5 Everglades Shadow Wolves with the rank of major general, there are also a total of 200 extraordinary Tier 4 Swamp Sabretooth Wolf officers with the ranks of Colonel and Lieutenant Colonel.

The train overturned, and now there are only 23 Tier 5 combat powers, and Tier 4 combat power has more than 170 people.

The howling of wolves one after another, iron-gray figures in groups of three to five, like a pack of wolves hunting in the swamp, with 23 major emperors and generals, nearly forty Tier 5 enemies will be trapped in the future. In the middle.

These imperial military officers do not seek a final word to hit the enemy seriously~www.ltnovel.com~ They just involve the enemy’s attention, constantly harassing the enemy, constantly distracting their energy, and occasionally leaving a little insignificant injury on them. Let them bleed...

It's this kind of harassment guerrilla that makes the incoming Tier 5 powerhouses very annoying.

In just a few minutes, not far from Qiao's side, a sturdy man with a flashing yellow light punched an Emperor Colonel with a fist that vomited blood and flew back tens of feet, but his head was not far away. Was cut down by a major general.

The major general Emperor Emperor who succeeded in one blow was besieged by two enemies of the same rank. He was hit with three axes and two hammers. He vomited blood and flew back. The two fifth-rank enemies who hit him were pierced by a sword. Seal the throat with one knife.

Joe stood on the top of the car, hissing: "Kill them, ha, kill them!"

In the carriage under Joe's feet, the doors of the small imprisoned carriages were closed tightly, and several injured inspectors were lying unable to move in the carriages covered in blood.

The emperor officials stationed in this carriage have all attacked, and the low percussion and swearing sounds constantly came from the small imprisoned carriage. It was the hysterical screaming and screaming of the imprisoned dandies.

A cold air swept across the carriages, stopped slightly outside the doors of each of the imprisoned carriages, and then quickly moved away.

The swearing of the dudes in the carriage disappeared, and the percussive sound disappeared completely. Except for the moans of a few injured inspectors, there was no other sound from the carriage.

Standing on the top of the carriage, Joe suddenly lowered his head, staring at the carriage that had turned scarlet like a red soldering iron in the field of ‘Crimson’.

Death, death, death...

Death and the fear that it brought, turned into scarlet, as if the real evil spirit rolled out, continuously injecting into Joe's body.

The dudes in the carriage are all destroyed.