Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Killing intent descends from the sky, destroying and trampling on everyone.

The kick that caught everyone's surprise, while crushing the filthy body, seemed to also include the vocal cords of all the audience.

The circular pit on the ground was like a full stop, causing the screams caused by the continuous changes to end instantly.

Even breathing.

When Fu Qian pulled out his bare feet from the center of the pit, no one took their first breath.

Partly because of the previous conflict, he chose to turn his back to the square runner. His movements were also frozen there. He didn't dare to continue, and he didn't even dare to turn around, for fear of making too big a move and attracting attention.

This gesture saved them from having mud poured on their faces, and instead they had mud poured on their butts.

The oppressive silence lasted for nearly ten seconds. It was not until Fu turned around and walked up the steps of the chapel step by step that the first person became alert and desperately patted away the fluid splashed on him.

After all, in the short period just now, two lessons have been learned. No one wants to have such a bite on their neck.

But in panic, when they tore off the clothes regardless of appearance, they soon discovered that apart from being slightly warm, those things actually looked like real mud.

It's gloomy and corrupt, but lifeless, with no trace of the devouring squirming it had before.

One kick and completely lose activity?

After realizing this, the audience once again couldn't help but look at the bare heel and the pale cracks of disillusionment spreading from it.

Who is this person...

In confusion, what the latter said when he fell from the sky just now was easily recalled.

He was just sitting quietly watching the show, but thought he was offended because the thing expanded to the same height as him?

This reason is really strange, but coupled with his overbearing demeanor, it actually has an inexplicable credibility.

……

As if aware of this gaze, the figure on the steps stopped and turned around slowly the next moment.

"Looks like the tide is coming."

However, Fu Qian ignored most of the audience, but showed a sly smile and greeted the three members of the cult.

Because they were so close, Amira and the three of them undoubtedly suffered the most intense splatter.

But compared to the others, these three are much calmer.

Even Amira, who had nearly a hundred piercings all over her body, was not in a hurry to clean the mud off her body.

Obviously because of professionalism, they knew that this thing had lost its activity.

Of course, because they are not professional enough, they don't know that the activity is only temporarily lost.

As a surgeon, Fu Qian could vaguely feel that the power that made that thing different did not receive a real blow, but only temporarily cut off the gaze.

If these three are cautious enough, they should clean up a little.

But it’s not a big problem, after all, the cult has everything under control.

And this nightmare obviously won't last long.

……

Facing the greetings in front of them, the teaching team looked at them with complicated expressions.

At least this is the case for Amira and Reginald. While the hunter Simon only shows a pair of eyes, even the eyelids are covered with mud, which really cannot convey much emotional information.

"how did you do it?"

I could roughly understand that the rising tide refers to the shadows surrounding the town, but Amira, a non-combatant, could see that she was still deeply impressed by the battle scene just now, and she immediately endured the severe pain in her body and asked questions.

She still has some discernment, that thing is obviously extremely difficult for hunters, and it was actually annihilated by one blow.

The young man named Anke, the nightmare victim she discovered, seemed to be becoming more and more strange, transforming into something else step by step.

"My eyes are open."

It's a pity that although the latter responded, his overly arrogant tone and the movements of his fingers and eyes made people not sure how to respond.

"Sir Simon looks even more uncomfortable."

Fortunately, she didn't need to respond. The next moment, she had already changed her target and looked at Simon next to her. …

Faced with the previous statement, Simon, as the person involved, did not respond. He just lowered his head and looked at the weapon in his hand.

However, this question made both Amira and Reginald's hearts skip a beat, remembering the same comment from before.

The two of them followed Simon's gaze and suddenly discovered that the black fluid on the broad sword had unknowingly snaked its way up to the back of his hand and even disappeared into his sleeve.

"Sir Simon, quickly throw away your weapon."

She didn't expect that thing to be so pervasive. Amira's scalp exploded for a moment. She was worried that the other party would not give up her beloved sword, so she reminded her loudly.

It's a pity that the other party really seems reluctant to give up.

Facing her appeal, Simon not only did not look up, but even held the sword in his hand tighter.

"Observation is still too subjective."

On the contrary, the seventh apostle of Dark Moon next to him commented and sighed softly.

"If you look carefully, does it really have anything to do with the sword?"

What do you mean?

Not only Amira, but Reginald was puzzled for a moment and looked at it again calmly.

Wait a minute...the direction is wrong!

That stuff doesn't seem to flow into the sleeves, but flows out in the opposite direction!

The next moment, both of them were shocked, realizing the omission they had just taken for granted.

"Your Excellency Simon..."

Staring at the hunter's hand holding the sword, Amira couldn't imagine the scene underneath.

How could this happen? It turns out that the body has already undergone changes!

"How do you feel, Sir Simon?"

At the same time, concern came again.

Although it is difficult to rule out the suspicion of gloating, the tone of the Dark Moon Apostle sounded quite serious.

"not good."

After repeated care, Simon finally raised his head and admitted the problem in an indifferent tone.

"That's good."

Fu Qian nodded, feeling pleased that yet another suspicion had been confirmed.

Hunters are indeed a susceptible group.

Reginald on the side was the target of a direct attack, and even ended up hurting both sides, and nothing unusual could be seen for a while.

On the contrary, Simon, who had no physical contact during the entire process, experienced such obvious changes.

Apart from automatic mapping of surrounding contamination, it is difficult to find other suitable causes.

The same thing happened after killing the blood sausage just now.

This chaotic nightmare is too stressful for the hunters' physiques.

"Encore, what do you want to do?"

Before Fu Qian could speak again, his expression made Amira next to him nervous.

There's no way around it. This abnormal comment, coupled with that smiling face, is too reminiscent of the violent kick just now.

"take it easy."

He waved his hand in front of Fu, signaling Amira not to go from one extreme to another, from taking it for granted to thinking too much.

"How do I feel?"

The next moment he pointed to himself and asked a strange question.