Asaka Minghui turned a deaf ear to Mizuma Atsushi's words.
She believed what Fang Cheng said.
But after so many years, the guilt for the death of my father and brother, as well as my mother's expectations and brainwashing, have long been deeply rooted in my heart, like shackles that cannot be untied with a few words.
Even if it wasn't her fault, what if her life could really bring her father and brother back to life?
Sacrificing one to resurrect two is totally worth it.
The concepts her mother instilled day and night were affecting her judgment.
When Fang Cheng saw Asaka Minghui's expression, he knew that the Bliss Sect's years of brainwashing and suppression had obvious effects, but they had been loosened.
At this time, a strong dose of medicine must be administered to force her to break the shackles in her heart and induce the pent-up emotions and desire to survive.
He wanted to rescue Asaka Akira, but Asaka Akira also needed to save herself. If she wanted to die, there was no point in rescuing her.
"If you already know the truth and still choose self-sacrifice, or would rather escape than leave with me, then just pretend I haven't been here."
Fang Cheng looked directly into Asaka Aki's eyes: "But I hope that before walking out of the door, I can hear the truest voice in your heart, and hear you tell me that you want to live, instead of the excuses imposed on you by others."
After that, he slowly turned around and walked towards the door of the basketball court.
Asaka Minghui looked at Fang Cheng's lonely figure leaving, and her whole heart trembled.
"He's right."
Ye Yuqing's excited scream resounded from the bottom of her heart: "You are just escaping! Minghui!! Stop escaping! Live with me!! I don't want to die either!!"
Tears have blurred Asaka Minghui's eyes.
Fang Cheng's lonely back and Ye Yuqing's words were like sharp blades, cutting through the shackles in her heart and breaking through the darkness brought to her by the Paradise Cult and her mother.
The true emotions and desire to survive that had been stored in my heart for several years finally burst out.
As early as when Fang Cheng turned around, Shui Madun had already winked at the two believers, asking them to control Asaka Akie and not let her make a sound.
But Asaka Minghui's emotions were aroused only in an instant.
It's too late to control her anymore.
"Makoto-kun!"
Asaka Minghui burst into tears and expressed the truest emotion in her heart towards Fang Cheng's back: "Take me away!!!"
Her shouts echoed throughout the vast basketball court.
The worry that Fang Cheng had been holding finally let go.
"protect yourself!"
He left a word to the Sato brothers and sisters, then turned around, rushed to the pit in a short distance, and jumped high into the air.
The blood flowing from the wound on his hand condensed into a javelin, and he aimed it at the Holy Grail above the blood pool and shot it with all his strength.
"Asshole, you broke your oath!"
Shui Ma Dun roared angrily, watching the situation get out of control, and he was so angry that he almost lost his temper.
But there was a hint of unknown joy in his voice.
Great, this little bastard finally took the initiative to break his oath, and finally no longer has to endure his bad mouth.
But why hasn't he died suddenly?
When Shui Ma Dun recalled the content of Fang Cheng's oath, he understood the difference. Fang Cheng was saying that if the cultists broke their oath, they would rush to the street on the spot, but if he broke the oath, he would lose his life today.
It is today, and it will be today at 12 o'clock tonight. Only the devil knows when it will come true.
These simple language traps can obviously be seen through at any time, but she eagerly agreed for him.
Shuima Dun felt like he was about to vomit out a mouthful of old blood. He had never been tricked like this in his old age.
"Exclusion!"
He used his spiritual magic to deflect the incoming javelin again. At the same time, he raised his trembling finger and pointed at Fang Cheng: "Kill him!"
Fang Cheng was still in the air. Before he landed, he felt a scarlet red word 'danger' appear in his heart.
He twisted his body violently, and the next moment there was a 'bang' sound.
Gunfire rang out and a bullet was fired from the audience.
As a powerful cult, the Paradise Sect naturally cannot only have pistols.
The gunman hiding in the dark finally found a perfect opportunity, but he couldn't help it. Fang Cheng had the early warning ability and avoided the vital point in the air.
With a pop, he was shot in the shoulder. The bullet came from a large-caliber rifle, shattering the shoulder and arm.
Fang Cheng endured the severe pain, and used his other hand to guide the blood spurting from the wound, condensing it into a javelin and throwing it towards the gunman's position.
The javelin turned into a red shadow, and the gunman hiding in the audience had no time to move his position before the javelin was shot through his chest.
"Makoto-kun!"
Seeing that Fang Cheng was injured, Asaka Minghui screamed and rushed into the blood pool.
Shui Ma Dun glanced at her coldly, and the two cultists immediately rushed to catch her.
If not all ten saints were indispensable, he really wanted to throw Asaka Minghui into the blood pool and use it as a sacrifice to the god's flesh and blood.
Fang Cheng had just jumped over the pit and landed, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder had quickly recovered.
He tied the slipped backpack around his waist and made another short dash towards the blood pool.
Four believers holding dark Bibles suddenly came out from behind the blood pool, obviously waiting for a long time.
Different from the previous cannon fodder, these are the key members brought by Shui Madun, who have supernatural powers after being blessed by God.
Not as good as an apologist like Edo Rena, but enough to cause trouble for Fang Cheng.
Seeing that they had already opened their mouths to use the magic of speech, Fang Cheng directly condensed a dozen chopstick-sized spikes with his blood, held them between his fingers, and shot them hard.
"Expelled!" "Expelled!" "Expelled!" "Expelled!"
Continuous sounds sounded, and these four cultists took the lead in choosing to protect themselves, blocking all the incoming spikes.
Fang Cheng made a short dash towards the one closest to him.
The other party quickly opened his mouth and read: "Xu..."
"Tie your mother up!"
Fang Cheng yelled in the same language.
The cultist was so disturbed that he failed to use the spirit-talking technique. He did not expect that Fang Cheng could actually speak such a language.
Fang Cheng was holding a long knife made of condensed blood and had already passed by him.
With the sword raised and lowered, one of them was solved.
The remaining three cultists did not expect that Fang Cheng could actually speak the divine language in the Bible.
They retreated and distanced themselves, and continued to use the spirit-talking technique.
Fang Cheng didn't care about touching the corpse. The long knife in his hand melted instantly. The first half of the blade flew forward, and the second half formed a long thread.
He swung the silk thread violently, and half of the blade drew a semicircle, then swept out with a roar.
"Exclusion!"
A cultist saw the blade flying towards him and once again used the defensive spirit spell.
The flying blade was beyond the range of both sides, and what hit was the thread behind the blade.
The force of repulsion hit the silk thread and directly bounced it away.
But the blade in front had already moved behind the three cultists with its inertia, just like it was used to tie up Sato Mai just now, spinning and wrapping the three people in a circle.
By the time they noticed it, it was too late. Fang Cheng grabbed the silk thread with both hands and pulled hard.
With a swipe, the silk thread passed directly through the waists of the three cultists, turning them from three to six.
In the blink of an eye, four cultists who could use the spirit speaking technique were killed by Fang Cheng.
"Heavy pressure!"
Shui Madun's majestic voice sounded from the loudspeaker.
The key members and cannon fodder they brought were all killed and injured, and the old guy finally couldn't care less about cherishing his own life.
Fang Cheng, who was about to rush towards the blood pool to destroy the Holy Grail, suddenly felt a strong pressure falling from above his head, directly suppressing him to the ground.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the ground within five meters of the surrounding area also collapsed, as if an invisible giant hand had made a palm print on the ground.
Shui Madun held an open dark Bible in his hand, his gray beard moved without any wind, and his eyes seemed to be emitting a ghostly light.
The archbishop's attack was extraordinary. Although the type of spirit speaking technique was no different from that of other cultists, it was much more powerful.
It's like the difference between wet shoes with the wind and peeing three feet into the wind.
Shui Ma Dun proved with facts that his strong energy has not been squeezed out by his young model wife.
Fang Cheng tried his best to push himself up and move bit by bit out of the range of the heavy pressure.
"Destroy!"
Shui Ma Dun's majestic and cold voice sounded again.
The ceiling of the basketball court suddenly cracked, and a piece of reinforced concrete more than five meters long fell down.
This weight is enough to smash a car to pieces.
A bright red word 'danger' appeared in Fang Cheng's mind.
He instantly entered the state of crazy blood, and all attributes of his body were enhanced. He pushed his hands and feet hard on the ground, and his whole body finally jumped out of the heavy pressure area.
boom!
With a deafening bang, the entire gymnasium shook, and more gravel fell from the collapsed ceiling.
The believers who had been asked by Shui Madun to keep quiet finally couldn't stand still anymore and were screaming and running around in the audience.
Sato Hayato also wanted to take his sister to a safe place, but the armed cultists outside the gym had heard the noise and rushed in.
He could only endure the headache and fight his way out with his sister.
Fang Cheng escaped the disaster and used a short-distance dash again. At this time, he was only ten meters away from the blood pool.
"Collapse!"
Shui Ma Dun's voice then sounded, and the ground beneath Fang Cheng's feet collapsed with a rumble.
He raised his hand and flicked it, and the spurted blood quickly condensed into a branched spike like a fishhook, with a silk thread at the end, which plunged into the ceiling above his head, hanging him in the air.
"Restraint!"
Shui Ma Dun shouted sharply, his originally rosy face beginning to turn pale.
Although the power of the spirit-talking technique he displayed was far greater than that of Edo Reina, it still required a lot of life force to be extracted. He, who was already over seventy years old, simply could not fight for a long time.
This kind of fighting is different from fighting in bed. It's useless to treat Brother Wei as a meal.
Following the sound of Shui Ma Dun, countless black ropes emerged from the ground on both sides of the pit, while a large number of ropes also emerged from the ceiling above their heads.
They were densely packed like a group of black snakes, surrounding Fang Cheng in the air.
Fang Cheng naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He pricked his other hand with his fingertips and swung it forward. The blood spurted out condensed into the shape of spikes and threads and pierced into the ceiling in front of him.
With his hands loosened and tugged, he swung like a monkey on a swing and escaped from the black snake.
Like Spider-Man, he kept throwing out spikes and inserting them into the ceiling, using silk threads to leap from the air.
Shui Madun was completely stunned. How could you do such a saucy thing?
When Fang Cheng was already close to the blood pool, Shui Ma Dun reacted and shouted: "The Kingdom of Paradise."
After using this magic spirit, Shui Madun suddenly aged seven or eight years, his face was covered with wrinkles, and the white hair on his head also fell out.
Fang Cheng, who was cosplaying Spider-Man, felt a big word 'danger' appear in his heart.
But there was no way to dodge this move. He was directly hallucinated. He crashed from the sky and fell to the ground, falling into the paradise of heaven.
"Through the heart!!"
Shuima Dun shouted angrily.
He didn't expect that he was just here to host a divine descending ceremony, but he would encounter such a difficult guy.
As a result, his originally short lifespan will be consumed.
The archbishop enjoyed himself very much in the earthly world, but he did not want to enter the Paradise of Paradise so quickly to serve the great gods.
Along with Shui Madun's voice, more than a dozen steel bars penetrated from the floor and directly pierced Fang Cheng's chest.
