Si...Si Guoyi!
When Peter, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene, he felt all the depression in his chest was gone, and he pumped his fist in excitement.
That's how it should be!
Kill all these inhuman bastards!
Let them also taste the feeling of having their lives taken away by others!
...
The fanatics are in complete chaos!
They are just a group of perverts who pursue immortality, not well-trained iron-blooded warriors. Although they appear to be superior in front of ordinary people, when faced with Matt's almost crushing brutal massacre, they are inevitable. A feeling of fear arose, and morale suddenly dropped to the extreme!
"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is only one person!"
"Use the magic whip to tie him up!"
Following one person's reminder, all the fanatics reacted, and their hands lit up with orange magic light.
Bah la la~
As the orange-yellow magic energy pulsed, those mages threw out magical chains, entwining and intertwining with each other in the air, forming a large and overwhelming net that fell down!
"Oops!"
Matt frowned, the situation turned against him!
Originally, he thought that with the killing he had just done, he could effectively frighten this group of mages with weak psychological qualities, but he did not expect that someone inside would wake up so quickly and use binding magic to deal with him!
When Peter, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene, his heart was in his throat, and he subconsciously wanted to rush out. But before the action of getting up was completed, the reason behind him took over and forced him to stay in place.
"No...no!"
Peter recalled Matt's instructions. Without his signal gesture, he must not go out rashly, so he had to suppress his impulse and continue to hide in the dark and observe.
In the battlefield, Matt shuttled through the gaps of the magic whip with vigorous movement.
If I could use one sentence to describe the effect of the magic whip, it would be: useful, but not very useful.
Although the doubled number of magic whips effectively restricted his space of movement, unfortunately, the release speed and accuracy were too messy, so they still could not stop his killing pace!
When the two sides are compared, the gap is immediately apparent!
The level of these fanatics is quite limited. The most lethal spell in their hands is the Space Blade, which is a weapon that compresses space into a blade-like shape. Since it is essentially a broken space, it is extremely sharp and lethal. big.
But the problem is...
Space Blade is a melee magic!
All the fanatic mages present have seen how terrifying Matt's melee combat is.
The waving ferocious steel rod, the fierce wind that bursts out when it cuts through the air, and the terrifying power that will break muscles and bones if it is touched even slightly, all give these mages a headache!
what to do?
It can't be hit in close combat, and it can't be hit in long range.
At this moment, the fanatics felt sincerely powerless. How annoying it was to face a warrior whose position was so sharp that the damage was overwhelming!
Bang bang bang...
The shadow of the stick swept out an afterimage, knocking several fanatics away.
Matt's eyes wandered around, paying attention to the fanatics who were preparing to release magic, while approaching the children in the center.
"Quick, stop him!"
"He wants to destroy the sacrificial ceremony!"
When the remaining fanatics saw Matt Tuqiu, pointing his sword at the children who were used as sacrifices, their faces were instantly dyed with extreme fanaticism, and they swarmed in regardless of life and death!
"Fake, a bunch of lunatics!"
Matt's expression changed slightly, and he cursed secretly in his heart.
This group of people were clearly demoralized a second ago, but as soon as they saw that he was planning to destroy the sacrificial ceremony, they immediately seemed to change into different people, as if they had transformed into members of Al Qaeda, and rushed to stop him with fanaticism on their faces!
"Space Blade!"
"Watum's Wind!"
"Crimson Gaze!"
"Magic whip!"
For a time, red and orange energy surged, and all kinds of magic bloomed in the hands of enthusiasts!
Faced with the fearless onslaught of the fanatics, Matt managed to dodge dozens of fatal attacks by relying on his flexible body skills. However, he did not have a head and six arms, and it was inevitable that all parts of his body would be stained.
"Don't even think about ruining our immortality ceremony!!!"
A fanatic rushed up with a face full of excitement, as if on stimulants.
"court death!"
Matt's eyes were focused, his legs were slightly bent, his hind legs suddenly exerted force, the ground shattered like a spider web, and he held the steel rod in both hands and slashed down!
The steel rod fell with great force, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and milky white sticky substance mixed with blood spattered out.
Before he could take a breath, seven or eight more fanatics rushed forward.
Matt turned the long stick with both hands, bringing up an afterimage around him, blocking everyone outside.
Huhuhu~
The dense wind of sticks and afterimages could not even be splashed with water, let alone a person.
After the number of casualties increased exponentially, the fanatics' brains suddenly calmed down and found that the idea of killing Matt with human lives seemed unlikely to be realized!
Even though the Quincy bloodline has not been fully awakened, one of the basic abilities of Matt is the ability to plunder souls. As a result, Matt's physical strength and recovery speed are much stronger than those of ordinary superheroes, achieving a pseudo-sense of "can keep fighting" This sentence!
In other words.
As long as it is not a fatal injury or a serious injury, the person who is consumed first can only be the fanatic, not Matt.
The killing continues.
The fanatics refused to take a step back and attacked like madmen, but they still couldn't stop Matt's progress!
Seeing that the sacrificial ceremony was getting closer and closer, Matt felt as if he had been beaten to death. He swung the stick in his hand faster. The gods of broken bones and muscles were accompanied by splattering blood, and the crowd of fanatics was like wheat. Falling down in pieces!
Ten meters......
Five meters......
Three meters......
one meter......
Matt's body was bathed in blood, and behind him were the fallen corpses of the fanatics. He was like a sharp awl, single-handedly cutting through the defensive wall of the fanatics!
"Weird...monster!"
"He is not a human being!"
The fanatics were horrified and cried out in fear.
Matt was holding a steel rod and was about to step into the sacrificial ceremony when his pupils suddenly shrank and a tearing pain came from his abdomen.
laugh......
Matt lowered his head in disbelief and saw a transparent blade slowly piercing his abdomen.
"We meet again..."
A familiar voice came from behind. Matt turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of dark pupils with cracked eye sockets.
It is none other than the leader of the fanatics - Casillas!
"puff!"
Matt spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his body a few times, and almost fell to the ground.
"madness!"
Casillas wiped the blood on the space blade with a sarcastic sneer on his face: "I spared your life last time, but I didn't expect you to dare to come back?"
