Amid a chorus that sounded like a wave, Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato followed a group of believers to the main entrance of the basketball court.
Seven or eight armed believers were guarding the door. Each one was powerful and stared at every believer who entered with cautious eyes.
Fang Cheng and Sato Hayato followed at the back with their heads down, and they were about to slip in, but the sound they least expected to hear came out anyway.
"Wait a minute, where are you two from?"
A muscular arm stopped in front of the two of them. The owner of the arm stared at Fang Cheng and Sato Hayato with suspicious eyes: "Why haven't I seen you before? Who is your leader?"
It's no wonder that the two of them are suspected, because they are too young and look out of place compared to the believers who are generally middle-aged or even elderly.
Sato Hayato was so nervous that his whole body was stiff and he couldn't answer at all.
Fang Cheng replied with a smile: "We just arrived. The leader went in in front of us. If you don't believe me, go in and ask."
But the armed cultist shouted with a cold face: "Stop talking nonsense, I want to ask who is your leader? Tell me your name."
Fang Cheng was still laughing along, and was about to find an excuse to fool him, when suddenly there was a hint of a girl crying in the chorus.
Sato Hayato's sister control radar was activated and he instantly recognized the voice of his sister.
"Mai! This is Mai's voice! She's inside."
His expression changed drastically, he screamed out loud, and was about to rush inside.
"There's a problem! Close the door!"
The armed cultist in front of him reacted very quickly. After shouting, he quickly rushed towards Fang Cheng, preparing to subdue him.
The seven or eight armed cultists behind quickly closed the entrance door and rushed forward with daggers, short stabs and other weapons. It looked like they were all well-trained.
Fang Cheng sighed. Since he couldn't get through the test by fooling around, he could only assassinate Wushuang and act recklessly to the end.
He pushed Hayato Sato back a step and took out a pistol from his backpack.
boom! boom! boom!
With a precise burst of hits, all the armed cultists who rushed forward were shot in the head by Fang Cheng.
No matter how well trained you are, you can't stop a peanut.
"Why are you still standing there? Let's go."
Fang Cheng changed the magazine, called to Hayato Sato who was still in a daze, stepped forward on the corpses of the cultists, and kicked open the door in front of him.
…
The divine descending ceremony has reached a critical moment.
The chorus grew louder and louder, and all the believers in the audience were immersed in a fanatical atmosphere.
Next, we only need to let the saints enter the blood pool, enter the door through the blood pool and the Holy Grail, and then throw in the two lucky ones selected by the Holy Grail.
Afterwards, the two gods will grant blessings, and those who receive this blessing will gain supernatural powers.
All the high-level thugs and guardians in the Paradise Sect get their strength from this.
Compared with hundreds of fanatical believers and ten saints who were like puppets, Sato Mai's cry and struggle seemed weak and powerless, and she was pushed to the edge of the blood pool little by little.
Just as she was about to hit the air, a burst of fierce gunfire instantly overwhelmed the chorus filled with religious fervor.
Everyone in the venue looked subconsciously at the closed door.
"boom!"
The door was kicked open with a bang.
Fang Cheng took off his black and white teaching uniform and strode in.
Sato Hayato followed closely behind, and the two of them were exposed to hundreds of pairs of unfriendly eyes.
"elder brother!!"
The almost desperate Mai Sato shouted in surprise and excitement the moment she saw Sato Hayato appear, and hurriedly pulled off the veil with her hands.
One of the ten saints was shocked when she saw Fang Cheng appear, but she did not make a sound like Sato Mai.
"Mai!"
When Hayato Sato saw his sister who was still alive and kicking, he shouted excitedly and rushed over to rescue her, regardless of how many enemies were in front of him.
Fang Cheng's eyes searched around but failed to find Asaka Minghui, and then landed on the golden Holy Grail above the blood pool.
Good guy, it turns out there really is a Holy Grail, and it’s rich in gold.
It seems like I really want to COS the Holy Grail Destroyer once.
Sato Hayato rushed out, and Fang Cheng reached out to grab his collar and pulled him back hard.
Snapped!
A knife came from nowhere and was suddenly inserted into the floor in front of Sato Hayato.
After rescuing the reckless Sato, Fang Cheng cut open his palm with his nails, and the blood flowing out instantly condensed into a javelin.
He stepped forward with the javelin in hand and threw it towards the Holy Grail.
The javelin turned into a red shadow and shot straight towards the Holy Grail amid the panicked shouts of hundreds of people.
"presumptuous!"
Shuimadun shouted angrily and put his hand on the dark Bible.
"Exclusion!"
The air in front of the blood pool instantly condensed into blocks, and with strong pressure, the incoming javelin bounced away.
Fang Cheng was not disappointed when the first attack failed. This was just an attempt.
The archbishop raised his hand and pointed at Fang Cheng and Sato Hayato, and his angry voice echoed through the loudspeaker in the stadium: "Guards, chop these two troublemaking outsiders into pieces and throw them into the blood pool."
Hundreds of armed cultists quickly swarmed in from around the blood pool. The one at the front had already taken out his pistol and started shooting at the two men from a distance.
"Protect yourself and look for opportunities to save your sister."
Fang Cheng pushed Sato Hayato to the ground, and the blood flowing out condensed into a semi-circular shield, blocking the two of them.
Gunshots rang out one after another, and the bullets hit the shield, leaving craters.
The huge force hit Fang Cheng's arm, causing tremors in the muscles.
The armed believers had formed an encirclement. Except for a few armed with guns, the rest had escaped with sharp weapons and surrounded the two men.
Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's shots, Fang Cheng moved his shield and raised his gun to shoot, aiming first at those with guns.
How can these believers compare shooting with Fang Cheng, who has already hollowed out Takeda Masumi? He almost hits every shot, and every bullet takes away a gunman on the opposite side.
As long as the opponent raises his gun to shoot, Fang Cheng, who senses danger in advance, will raise his shield in advance to resist.
After a short wave of gun battles, the armed believers were overwhelmed and all the gunmen were wiped out. However, the remaining armed believers still rushed forward with courage.
One of the leaders even shouted loudly: "He doesn't have many bullets. There are so many of us who can only take a spit..."
boom!
Fang Cheng gave the last bullet to this guy who wanted to spit.
He knew that these armed believers were ordinary people, just cannon fodder to consume his bullets.
But he doesn't care either.
After emptying two magazines in a row, the remaining armed cultists rushed forward.
Fang Cheng did not retreat but advanced, rushing into the crowd in a short distance. The blood flowing from the palm of his hand quickly turned into a thread thinner than fishing line, and the head of the thread condensed into the shape of a blade.
The surrounding armed cultists swarmed forward, and all kinds of sharp weapons fell like raindrops, trying to chop him into pieces.
Fang Cheng put the shield on his back, lowered his head and bent down to block most of the attacks. He held two blades in both hands and threw them violently to the left and right.
The two blades flew out under his huge force, and the tail end of the blade was carrying a slender line, passing through the dense human body.
Before the second wave of attacks from the armed cultists came, Fang Cheng pulled the solidified and hardened silk thread with both hands and spun around like a top.
The two blades were carrying silk threads, spinning around in the crowd like windmills.
brush!
The movements of the outer armed cultists suddenly stopped, and the ones in the middle pushed forward due to inertia, and their upper bodies fell down after squeezing.
Like knocking down dominoes, they started to spread out from the middle. With a popping sound, human bodies were separated from the waist and fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining eighty or so armed cultists were all cut in half by Fang Cheng's big windmill move.
The broken limbs were mixed with the gushing blood and internal organs. Some people were not dead, but were still screaming and struggling on the ground.
In this bloody and horrific scene like a slaughterhouse, Fang Cheng was the only one still standing.
This scene directly shocked the cultists in the audience.
