I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 380 Cat and Laughter

The night is like a black ink platform, and the stars are like stars.

There is an undercurrent surging under the tranquil Shiraz. The fanatical rebels who have just received the gift of Allah can't wait to join in the so-called freedom revolution.

They didn't even have time to get familiar with the shooting feeling of the firearms given by God. They just randomly pulled the trigger several times at the dead manor owner, and watched the blood gushing out of the body that had not yet completely cooled down. They happily thought that they Already mastered a power powerful enough to rival the Great British Demon.

This is the power that Allah has given us! ! !

They shouted great praises to Allahu Akbar and rushed without hesitation to the evil stronghold of Great Britain mentioned in the oracles of Allah.

They first picked up their guns and fired randomly, using the banging gunshots to scare those damned British demons.

Before the enemy could recover, several brave and fearless warriors of Allah had already wrapped their waists full of explosive tubes, shouting Allahu Akbar amidst the crackling and exploding sparks around their waists, and smashed their heads into the metal of the evil hideout in Great Britain. door.

Boom, boom, boom——

Several deafening explosions resounded throughout the Shiraz night sky, breaking the tranquility of the night, and the dark night was no longer dim.

There were flames reaching into the sky in all directions.

Under the unusual scarlet-like blood-stained fireworks, the laughing Free Resistance Army raised their guns over their heads and fired bang bang bang. Every time they pulled the trigger, they felt as if their blood was boiling more and more. The hot blood flowing into their brains was even more radiant. Unprecedented excitement and restlessness!

Allah bless me! Allah bless me! Allahu Akbar! ! !

In such a passionate situation, some extremely extreme freedom resistance forces felt as if there was abundant power flowing from no source in their bodies. Their movements became swift and violent. They were no longer afraid of pain and death. They rushed into the hideout of the British demon regardless of their own safety. Land...just to be able to vent the bloodthirsty desire in my heart before others!

A young and immature-looking freedom resistance soldier opened the closed door with a heavy breath. When he turned his head, he saw the British female demon curled up in the corner and shivering. She was only wearing a pair of silk pajamas, which had fallen off her shoulders at the moment. Exposing snow-white skin.

That alluring whiteness was deeply reflected in the eyes of the young resistance soldier. He looked at the beautiful snow peaks and trembled slightly with fear, and it seemed that some kind of instinctive beast was reviving in his heart.

With a howl of a wolf, the young free resistance soldier had forgotten his mission. He directly discarded the hot firearm and swooped forward, aiming at the wolf head specimen in the antique room and plowing desperately.

The hairless white cat suspended by the window of the antique showroom slowly shook its head, then jumped backwards and stepped into the battlefield where bullets were raining. However, the soldiers on both sides ignored the sudden appearance of the alien white cat. , as if he didn't even see the white cat strolling in the rain of flying bullets.

The white cat even jumped in front of a certain freedom resistance soldier and looked directly into the opponent's strangely red eyes, as if he could see the burning soul and dim soul consciousness in the opponent's soul - this mortal has lost Be rational and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the fight.

"It seems like it's just a basic rousing atmosphere."

"But just the most basic and simple secret technique of the blade can easily corrode the will of hundreds of mortals, making them happily sacrifice their lives for this doomed struggle."

"The strength of a person who uses this secret technique to encourage fighting is truly terrifyingly profound." White Cat murmured to himself.

It gently raised its fleshy feet and stepped on the head of the person in front of it, trying to exert the temptation of the cup into this mortal's skull, in order to eliminate the restlessness of the opponent's fight.

The result is still as difficult as the confusion of the young resistance soldier's mind just now. It is almost necessary to release the power of the cup several times that of a confused ordinary person, in order to successfully make the restlessness of the cup occupy the consciousness of this soldier.

"Extremely high-quality blade power...the caster is at least a fifth-level blade user, and most likely a higher level."

"Could it be that the person behind today's chaos is the secret master of the Tomb Keepers mentioned by Watson before?" "But why did the Secret Master of the Tomb Keepers who had been hiding behind the scenes suddenly take action today to cause chaos? ?” The white cat jumped lightly, flying lightly like a white ghost to other places in the city where war was raging.

"Is it just because we attacked one of their tomb-keeper strongholds yesterday? This triggered the rage of the secret master of the tomb-keepers, and this anger also spread to all the British people in Shiraz."

"But judging from this batch of firearms that contain weak but heavy blade power, it is impossible for even a fifth-level caster and blade master to prepare them in just one day."

"The secret master of the Tomb Keeper must have prepared these weapons for a long time in advance. He/she must have planned this series of chaotic actions early."

"But why did it wait until now to explode?"

The hairless white cat licked her paws in confusion, but still couldn't figure out the answer. She was not born with the talent for investigative reasoning, and even though she racked her brains and thought hard, she couldn't get the exact answer.

But at least she still knew one thing clearly.

"The secret master of the tomb guardians who has been hiding behind the scenes has appeared, and the lost tombs of the shadowless kings are already in front of us!"

"But how can we obtain clues to the tombs of the Shadowless Kings from this powerful secret master of the Tomb Keepers?"

The hairless white kitten jumped down from the window sill and melted into a puddle of white wax-like liquid in mid-air. It wrapped around the naked body sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the melted white wax mucus immediately wrapped around it. The graceful and well-proportioned body is quickly cooled and condensed into white and smooth skin.

Mary Morstan put away her secret technique of transformation, raised her hands and stretched out, revealing the beauty of her naked body.

There were constant bursts of gunfire outside the room, mixed with heart-rending screams - the manor belonging to Herb Butler had obviously become an attack target by the Shiraz Free Resistance Army.

Although Mr. Herb Butler is not from Great Britain, it is obvious that in the eyes of those stupid rebels, all people with fair skin are all minions of the British evil.

But compared to other places where security is lax, the manor owned by Hebe Company is obviously equipped with quite strong security.

The desperate screams outside the room at this time came from those casual resistance soldiers. They attacked this magnificent manor with confidence. They thought they could plunder a lot of wealth and happiness from it, but they never wanted to wake up. A certain monster-like figure.

By the time Mary slowly put on her clothes, the vague screams outside the house had completely disappeared—the mortals who had fallen into absolute fear had gained eternal peace.

She opened the door and looked out, and immediately saw the bloody young man standing among the broken corpses on the ground outside the manor.

Although the young man's eyes were filled with a cold and stern light that seemed to be condensed into substance, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly, and he obviously enjoyed killing freely without being restrained or restricted by the anti-suppression bureau.

Mary smiled, waved, and called:

"Cavill, did you have fun?"

The young man nodded slightly, raised his head and responded with a bloody smile, "Well, it was really a good trip."

(End of this chapter)