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Chapter 300 Stage Three

"Aren't you a firewood hunter? You have a body that is at the forefront of all hunters I have ever seen, and a strong fire is burning on your body, and you are still wearing a firewood hunter's attire." After a while, the female hunter froze asked again and again.

"I inherit everything from my teacher. According to the person you dragged down just now, I'm just a savage." Luo Xi replied frankly.

But these words made the huntress even more hesitant to speak.

Wild way?
The flesh and blood body that far exceeds the level she knows is burning fiercely, and she can feel the "hot" fire even when it is not ignited.

The former alone is enough to support a hunter to be famous in the circle, not to mention the latter.

It is not uncommon to have hunter inheritances or even wandering fire seeds wandering outside, and it is not uncommon for Ye Luzi to not lose to the orthodox.

But the existence of Luo Xi is meant to overthrow the so-called orthodoxy.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter, so what is that 'lookout' you're talking about?" Luo Xi just asked.

The huntress sighed: "If you are a complete wild hunter, then it may be a long story."

"Long... Forget it, let's finish the matter here first." Luo Xi originally wanted to say, "Let's make a long story short", but this is somewhat owed, and it is true that now is not the time to listen to the story.

Those "villagers" should tear their faces apart and stop hiding.

Luo Xi still has great confidence in the troupe leader's avatars, but there are also some avatars who like to do nothing, even if the knife rest is on the neck, they have to give the opponent a middle finger instead of thinking about survival.

This made Luo Xi feel inexplicably sad about these crew members who were his avatars.

Even if they don't value themselves, Luo Xi still wants to reduce the casualties of the crew of the Submarine Volcano.

……

slap.

The body of a believer pretending to be a villager fell under Jeffrey's clothes pole. If these believers split up and fought alone, their combat effectiveness would be like this.

It will be tricky to cooperate, but Jeffrey's ability has a strong interference ability, and those cooperation can be easily dismantled by him.

And when it comes to gang fights, if the crew on the Submarine Volcano are serious, then what kind of pseudo-theism is completely out of class.

When these believers realized that things could not be resolved, they directly used their flames to start burning the village.

Jeffrey frowned.

Some special vicious dogs appeared in the flames. They chased the flames, jumped in the fire, and bit at all the moving creatures other than the false gods.

Jeffrey took some thought to kill the two dogs that were staring at him, and couldn't help cursing: "Fuck! These dogs are much more difficult to deal with than the shit cultists. How many more do they have?"

Just when he was about to move on, he vaguely heard someone's cry for help.

Geoffrey had subconsciously tried to ignore the past.

He has never saved anyone, and there is no one in the Sunken Sky Islands who really needs someone to save.

But the footsteps that were taken quickly turned in a different direction.

But here is the script, this world has a conscience, maybe not many, but definitely more than the Sunken Sky Islands.So Jeffrey felt that at least in this script, he could pick up some of his conscience a little bit.

He hurried to a burning house, searched and found the basement.

Under the basement, Jeffrey saw a large cage that had been roughly rebuilt temporarily.

And in these cages, the villagers are imprisoned.

This is the original inhabitants of this village!

"Brave adventurer, please save us!" Jeffrey heard a familiar voice.

It was Ailantu, he and the previous reception team were also imprisoned here.

"You..." Jeffrey stretched out his hand and pulled down the cage, feeling a burning pain in the palm of his hand, and quickly let go.

"It takes the blood of a false god believer to touch the cage!" Alantu said.

Keng!
Clothes pole defeated the cage of false gods!

Ai Lantu just finished speaking, keeping his mouth open, looking at the clothes rail in Jeffrey's hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" Jeffrey put the clothes rail behind his back and asked Ailantu.

"It's nothing, brave adventurers, I want to apologize to you for deceiving you." Ai Lantu and his previous hosts all knelt down to Jeffrey.

Jeffrey didn't get used to it: "Don't talk about it now, there will be time for apologizing, and if you kneel down and run, you won't be able to escape."

Everyone also knew that the situation was inappropriate. A capable adult man protected the few villagers and went to the ground, with Ailantu in the rear.

"Is that all there are? Are there any other villagers here?" Jeffrey glanced at the villagers who had almost walked away in two or three seconds, and asked casually.

Hearing this, Ai Lantu couldn't help clenching his fists: "When the followers of the false god religion first settled in our village, they carried out several rounds of massacres..."

"Sorry." Jeffrey also reacted at this time.

Ai Lantu shook his head and said: "It's not just our villagers, they have been here for a while, and many ships passing by are also within their attack range. In order not to make those passing by suspicious immediately, these believers left some Unarmed villagers threatened us to help him receive ships. Then attack them in the dark."

As he spoke, Alantu's wheat-colored skin turned red, and Jeffrey could feel his anger.

But soon Ailantu became discouraged again: "If you adventurers have any complaints, I can give you my head at any time. I just hope you can spare those helpless villagers. We have nothing left."

Jeffrey had mixed feelings.

His sense of morality has long been worn down by the sinking of the empty islands, and it doesn't matter to him whether or not this matter should be settled.

These supposedly innocent villagers were forced to become accomplices, and how to explain to those innocent people who died in the end, Jeffrey didn't want to think about these things.

So he chose to avoid it and said, "Why do they want so many lives?"

"They raised a thing in a lake in the woods behind the village, and that thing was to be fed with flesh and blood. I tried to resist once, and they took me there to make an example of others, and let me watch my only child be thrown away. In the lake, there is not even a splash of water." Ailantu said.

"Okay, let's go first." Jeffrey couldn't listen anymore.

They covered the villagers to leave the village temporarily and chose to run to the seaside.

But before they ran far, because the large number of people was too conspicuous, the believers brought those vicious dogs to surround them.

Jeffrey led the fighting villagers and the believer's vicious dog to fight, covering the escape of the remaining villagers.

However, the fighting power of the villagers is not enough compared to these believers, and they can almost only rely on their lives to protect others with their own shields.

Jeffrey's ability to capture is limited, and he can't cope with a large number of villagers surrounding him.

"Damn it, I should have brought a few crew members together." Jeffrey used his ability to move across, pulling down several believers and vicious dogs.

He quickly recovered his figure, and smashed their heads one by one with a swing of the laundry pole.

Just after finishing a few, there was a scream from the side. A villager was thrown down by a vicious dog and struggled on the ground, but several vicious dogs around quickly surrounded him, engulfing the villager's figure in an instant, blood Flowing on the ground.

Jeffrey's pupils dilated slightly, and he threw the clothes-horse over.

The rotating clothes pole smashed open several vicious dogs, revealing the unrecognizable corpses.

A believer behind him stabbed with a flaming pitchfork. Jeffrey reacted but couldn't dodge in time, and was pierced through the shoulder.

Unable to resist, two dogs came through the flames and bit Jeffrey's legs respectively!
Jeffrey was panting, sweat was dripping from his forehead, he looked closely at the grinning believers in front of him, more dogs were coming this way.

he will not die.

It's just a script.

It is a project of the troupe carnival.

Very real, but still fake.

When he dies here, with his eyes open and closed, he will return to the sunken empty islands, regain his identity as a Brotherhood hunter to hunt down the villains, chat and joke with Rost, and spend a seemingly fulfilling but actually empty life. Every day, until one day he missed and died in the hunt.

Natural death?

He never thought he could die well.

So, none of this mattered, he didn't know these fake villagers at all.

Yes.

He has seen many more tragic deaths than just now, so there is no need to see them.

no need……

In Jeffrey's eyes, a crimson aura began to rise, ether particles drifted, and then gradually burned.

Still, he felt he had to do something when something really unpleasant was put right in front of his eyes and actually made him witness.

Maybe, he was a long, long time ago, before that damn timetravel.

Still a nice guy?

It's all fake anyway, so why do you have to care about so many gains and losses!

The aether burst into flames, and he seized on that feeling.

The power that has not been used for a long time, the power that was banned from daily use because it was too out of touch with the second stage, he released in this world without any concealment.

dong dong!

The dogs coming in the distance all staggered and fell around.

Some hit walls, some smashed tree trunks, and some took off.

Mark all cultists and dogs in the village...

Take the "ground" beneath their feet and send them in an endless fall.

This is what Jeffrey's ability really is.

"Falling...stage three."

release.

(End of this chapter)