Chapter 613: Boss Ji
As early as after the battle to defend the Wucurse Road Base, the Treaty on the Coexistence of Humans and Gods had spread throughout the world.
Mortals are not allowed to kill gods or blaspheme gods.
In exchange, the gods had to kill mortals on a large scale without any reason.
Of course, as the war situation intensified, China and Earth had long ago thrown the treaty on the coexistence of humans and gods out of the window.
However, many exorcists and even ordinary people outside the country still fear the Treaty on the Coexistence of Humans and Gods.
Well now, everyone inexplicably ate the flesh and blood of an old god. Even though the old god was dead and had no soul, it was still the body of a god.
No matter who they were or what their beliefs were before, now they all have a unified name: blasphemers.
Ivan understood it clearly, and so did Andrei.
Some of the remaining survivors also noticed that something was wrong.
There is a god in the temple, and God is the only true god in their belief.
Therefore, their attitude towards their group of blasphemers is very obvious. It is probably just one word: kill.
Anyone who commits blasphemy deserves death.
Old Man Andre said softly: "We have no ability to resist."
"Without Class A, the golden-robed magician alone can completely destroy us."
Ivan replied: "But we have no choice! Blasphemer We will definitely be killed. If we don’t save ourselves, no one will come to save us!”
Although there are only four to five thousand people left in Irkutsk, every one of them survived the riots.
They may be kind, or they may be unwilling to harm others, but no one dares to say that they are useless.
You must know that all the losers died when the Irkutsk riots occurred.
While talking, the blasphemers were already being escorted into the city.
However, they did not enter a relatively warm dilapidated building, but were driven to the central square in the ice and snow.
Thousands of people crowded together, some with fearful faces, some praying silently, and some with eyes spinning wildly as they carefully observed the surrounding situation.
Only Dali, who was picked up, still looked that stupid. Sometimes he looked around, as if he was curious about everything around him.
Andre quietly blocked Dali behind him to prevent others from noticing his yellow skin and black eyes.
Fortunately, although Dali is silly, his temperament is relatively easy-going, and he doesn't cause any trouble.
The cold wind howled and snowflakes filled the sky.
The bodies of more than five thousand people were soon covered with a thick layer of snowflakes. At first glance, they looked like five thousand cold sculptures.
The black-robed warriors who were responsible for guarding them were wearing gorgeous clothes, and the giant swords in their hands were emitting a faint holy light.
They looked at this group of survivors with contempt and indifference.
It was like looking at a group of lower animals.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard the roar of a helicopter in the distance, and then the searchlight in the sky pierced like a sharp sword, shining brightly on the heads of the survivors.
Everyone looked up and immediately saw the extremely conspicuous cross on the fuselage.
This is the temple's helicopter gunship.
The helicopter's hatch opened, and the black muzzle of the gun tilted downwards, aiming at the group of blasphemers.
This very unfriendly behavior caused an uneasy commotion among the survivors.
But everyone was afraid of the tyrannical power of the temple, and the commotion soon subsided.
Andre squinted his eyes and looked around, sighing secretly in his heart.
Ivan thought too simply. The Temple is one of the most powerful organizations in the world, and there are only a few that can compare with it.
They have thousands of loyal believers, a complete inheritance of divine magic, and their own direct line of arms, the Knights Templar.
There are thousands of churches and confessionals scattered all over the world.
Thousands of people like him are nothing like ants when faced with a behemoth like the temple.
At this point, I can only pray that the temple will not go too far.
Apologize if you can, kneel if you can, and beg for mercy if you can.
In order to survive, face is nothing.
While he was thinking about it, he saw a group of black-robed warriors walking over quickly, surrounded by the golden-robed magician.
The golden-robed magician's face was ugly, so much so that his eyes became very cold, and he was not at all as amiable as he was when he was preaching in the temple.
He glanced at the survivors coldly, and his tone was as cold as counting nine cold days. "blasphemers, believe me, you are worthy of this title!"
"Originally, you should have been hanged on the gallows immediately, blending in with the ice and snow here!" "
But the Lord is merciful, and the Lord is willing to give more You have a chance to atone for your sins and repent!"
"As long as you are willing to kill every Middle-earth person around you, you will be forgiven by the Lord!"
The surroundings were quiet, and no one took action.
On the one hand, what the temple has done is really chilling.
On the other hand, everyone is wrapped up like a big bear. Who can tell who is a Middle-earth person?
The golden-robed magician became anxious.
He wanted to kill these blasphemers.
But he is also worried that someone here knows the whereabouts of the person he is looking for. In that case, he may never find that person.
Know that God's will is absolutely correct.
God's message that He wants to come here means that there is definitely that person here.
If the person cannot be found in a short time, he will definitely run away like a rabbit.
Thinking of this, the golden-robed magician waved his hand, and the armed helicopter above his head opened fire instantly. The huge power of the multi-barreled machine gun swept past. In an instant, the seven or eight survivors were beaten to pieces on the spot. Meat!
There was a cry of surprise from the survivors, but the multi-barrel machine gun in the sky slowly adjusted its muzzle, scaring the survivors into squatting down again.
Even A-level masters would not dare to face the huge power of multi-barreled machine guns head-on.
Not to mention this group of survivors.
The golden-robed magician waved his hand, and a dozen black-robed warriors rushed into the crowd arrogantly.
They did not hesitate to lift off the survivors' hats and masks, carefully identifying each other's ethnicity.
Anyone with white skin, flaxen hair, gray eyes or blue eyes will be pushed to the left.
If they had black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin, these black-robed warriors would chop off the opponent's head without hesitation, and then crucify the three souls and seven souls.
Although Irkutsk is located in a remote area, it once had Lake Baikal on its back, which really attracted many businessmen from China.
After the end of the Dharma Age, many Chinese people who were unable to return home were trapped here.
I dare not say there are more, there are always several hundred people.
Now being treated like this by the black-robed warriors, more than a dozen people were beheaded alive in an instant.
The survivors around them dared not speak out in anger, and most of them were thinking that they were killing Middle-earth people anyway, and they had nothing to do with them.
Once the black-robed warriors in the temple are finished killing, everything will be fine.
If you can't resist, if you can't resist, you will die.
I just heard bursts of screams and the uneasy commotion of the Chinese people.
The blasphemers remained silent, and no one dared to speak out to persuade them.
But just when the blasphemers were trembling and the Middle-earth people were screaming, suddenly a powerful voice came from the crowd.
"The temple has always regarded itself as the leader of mankind, but now it is killing people. Is this what God meant?"
This voice was sonorous and powerful in the cold wind.
The black-robed warriors who were searching for the Middle-landers turned their heads and looked at the crowd.
Then they saw a man wearing a tattered coat and carrying a backpack with the straps off, walking out of the crowd.
His body was covered with snow. When he walked, he shook slightly and the snow fell from his body.
When someone around saw this man's appearance clearly, they said in surprise: "Boss Ji!"
"It's Boss Ji!"
Behind Boss Ji, there were thirty or fifty men armed with various weapons.
They were back to back, holding various weapons, but each of them looked nervous and stared at the black-robed warrior opposite.
Everyone knows what happened in the Holy City.
Although they don't know the secrets of S level and above, they know a simple fact: the masters of Middle-earth destroyed the Sky City and the Holy City.
To this day, Eve's head is still hanging on the top of the building of the Secret Bureau of Middle-earth. Every exorcist will feel a sense of pride in his heart when he sees Eve's head.
To put it simply, China has greatly offended the Temple.
Now it is reasonable for people to take revenge.
(End of chapter)