Kemen thought for three seconds, froze the blood of the two guards without saying a word, and threw it into the storage scarf with his backhand.
Because in a few seconds of synaesthesia, Kemen saw the guard's shift change time, which was on a 12-hour clock. They had just changed shifts, and there was still a long time before the next shift change.
Ke Meng came here to deal with the sect organization, and there was no need to leave any hand to the enemy.
After crossing the level, he pushed open a closed door, stood in front of the fence, and looked in front of the fence.
Ahead is an extremely wide and large space, with crowds of people forming a team and heading in the same direction.
Kemon saw centaurs in strange clothes, strange creatures that were half human and half fish with centipede legs, and humans with blue skin all over their bodies.
As far as the eye can see, pure humans only account for ten percent, and the remaining creatures are non-human races.
Kemen could sense that the heat contained in these non-human races did not exceed the combined heat of the gatekeepers and disciples.
The crowd on the first floor did not notice anything strange here, and it seemed that their status did not allow them to do so.
There is an electric light source coming down from above to illuminate the space below.
There are a large number of wires densely arranged on the ceiling, and thick pipes are in a mess, as if there is no design.
The sound of the radio continued to echo in my ears, speaking a language that was not from Koi Island.
Ke Meng's spiritual power is so strong that he can analyze what the other party is saying without taking ten seconds.
He gently squeezed the steel fence with his hands, pushed the door open and closed it again. At this time, someone finally looked at Kemeng.
People lowered their heads in fear and quickly passed by, not daring to look at Kemeng.
Kemeng ignored them and quickly merged into the crowd, following them into the so-called holy land.
The holy place is a large lecture hall with a ceiling of five meters high, and rows of benches arranged neatly two hundred meters away.
The farthest wall has colored impurity glass, with a vague image of the true god carved on it.
Looking at the mural, Ke Meng felt strong mental pollution coming towards his face.
If your mental resistance is less than 3,000, it might be secretly imprinted on you.
But it's different now. This kind of mental pollution can only make Kemeng slightly surprised.
"Sing with me our great One who unites all things..."
"Ah, great..."
The emotional singing is like the sound of nature, echoing in the high hall.
The wall materials here are carefully designed to enhance the echoes and make the worshipers more sincere.
Kemeng had no expression on his face and didn't even pretend to be pretentious. He just walked straight towards the disciples' godfather on the podium.
The godfather of the disciples wears a white robe, just like a priest, with his eyes closed, singing the name of the true god of the disciples.
On the benches in front, every sincere believer closed his eyes and let out an ethereal sound.
As more and more people sing, the spiritual pollution contained in the sound becomes more serious.
This kind of mental pollution is not the kind that makes people go crazy, but it subtly transforms them into believers of the sect organization.
It stands to reason that no matter who invades here? Without a few thousand points of resistance? He will plant seeds similar to inner demons in his heart. If he does not leave, he will definitely be promoted to a disciple if he has potential in the future.
The disciples here were not well prepared for the intrusion of outsiders? Maybe they were arrogant? Or there might be another reason.
Ke Meng walked at a steady pace, one step at a time, two steps at a time, and walked unswervingly towards the disciple's location. The skills in his heart were ready, and he aimed at the heat distribution point on the disciple's godfather's body.
The godfather's brain has the highest heat, followed by his hands and legs, whose heat can outline a tentacle-like shape.
Once a war breaks out? This disciple may use his alienated brain to launch mental attacks, and his alienated hands and legs can also transform into terrifying murder weapons.
But this kind of thing is of no use to Kemeng? Because Kemeng thought, the heat from the disciple's godfather's body was quickly drawn away, dissipated into the air, and disappeared inexplicably.
The white-robed priest fell to the ground like a lifeless statue.
The believers who were obsessed with singing did not notice it. Only those who had not yet taken their seats noticed the priest's sudden fall.
"what happened?"
“How did the great disciple stumble?”
Beside Kemeng, there was a chatter of discussion, and there was a hint of panic in the voice.
A few seconds later, screams rang out from the crowd, cutting through the harmonious chanting like sharp knives.
After the screams, the believers in the front row opened their eyes and noticed that the priest had fallen, and they stopped singing.
The person closest to the priest trotted all the way, walked up to the priest, touched his nose, and then lifted his eyelids. He saw the priest's frozen eyeballs and felt the extremely cold skin on his skin, like ice at more than 100 degrees below zero. piece.
Ke Meng has tested that irreversible death will occur if a person's body temperature drops to a certain degree.
"Master disciple...die!" The first explorer's lips trembled, his tongue flicked, and he made the wrong sound, but the general meaning was expressed.
"The disciple is dead!"
"Ahhhhh——"
Screams spread from the front row to the back row, and countless preparatory personnel panicked and left their positions and ran away from the holy place.
At this time, Kemen crossed the panicked crowd, walked in front of the dead disciple, and touched the other person's face.
Countless synaesthesia images appeared in front of Kemeng's eyes, and Kemeng saw the figure of the Golden Gate Master.
Based on precise analysis of various sensory information, it was found that there is a door directly connected to the location of the Golden Gate Master at the bottom.
After taking in the disciples, Kemen moved swiftly and resolutely, passing directly through the second floor, the third floor, and straight to the fourth floor, which was the bottom floor.
After arriving on this floor, there were not as many people on the fourth floor as there were on the top. It was a resting place for a few disciples. It was luxuriously decorated and filled with all kinds of power-consuming appliances. It didn't bother them at all about the electricity bill in the wasteland.
Due to the strange changes in the underground space on the first floor, the disciples on the fourth floor already knew that something was going on and stayed in the hall.
"Who are you?" Nineteen disciples stood in formation, and the items in their hands were already used before they finished speaking.
When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.
Contained objects and offensive objects were attacked together.
The temperature in the space suddenly increased, and red air waves surged in with high-temperature and deadly energy.
On the walls and ground, the purple lightning turned into tiny mice, striking first at the real lightning speed, much faster than the red temperature.
In addition, there are ghost centaurs emerging from clouds, terrifying murderous plants, and other deadly weapons.
Even behind Kemeng, a gray fog wave instantly appeared, and a huge insect mouth formed by a certain contained object was forming across the border.
A variety of attacks formed an all-round and blind-angle blockade for Kemeng. Kemeng sensed that the space was closed and could no longer tear the void through the teleportation stone and escape.
"Too slow." Kemen shook his head.
Click.
The eighteen disciples suddenly exploded, white ice cubes splashed around, coagulated blood vessels and blood droplets shot to the ground like bullets, and a large white cloud of ultra-low temperature cold mist exploded.
There was only one disciple left, standing there alone, the excited expression on his face suddenly stiffened, and he began to tremble.
