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Chapter 615 Why is God not dead yet?

The fall of the Sky City was the greatest humiliation the Temple had ever experienced.

No one dared to say this in front of the temple.

That's why the golden-robed magician is as anxious as a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

This guy's face was full of evil spirits, and his golden figure suddenly appeared in front of Boss Ji.

Boss Ji is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. Although it is only C-level, he can throw it casually and the yin-yang fish in his hand starts to spin.

The black and white rays of light dazzled people.

The golden-robed magician shouted: "What the hell! It's embarrassing to come here!"

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the spinning Yin Yang Fish was suddenly pinched in his hand. With a kick, Boss Ji vomited blood and flew backwards for more than ten meters.

Ivan shouted angrily: "Come together!"

In an instant, more than ten C-levels swarmed forward!

It has to be said that the survivors who have been able to survive in Irkutsk until now have a lot of skills.

One of them didn't know what method he used, and his whole body swelled up like the Hulk, reaching more than three meters in height in an instant.

The clothes on his body were torn into rags due to the sudden swelling of his body, and a thick stick hung between his hips.

This guy grinned ferociously and rushed towards the golden-robed magician, trying to hold this guy down with his huge body and buy time for his companions behind him.

But the golden-robed magician just flashed, and the Hulk fell to the ground, and his body shriveled up like a deflated ball.

Ivan has two more thin swords in his hand. As a C-level exorcist, he has basically stepped into the B-level threshold with one foot after eating dragon meat.

With this strength, one can live freely and freely even in the age of Dharma End.

The timing he chose was also very exquisite, it was exactly the interval between the golden-robed magician's attack on the Hulk.

But when the two thin swords stabbed the golden-robed magician, a ray of white light bloomed quietly, and there were only two clicks, and the two thin swords turned into four pieces.

The golden-robed magician turned around and shouted: "You're not even B level! How can you hurt me!"

He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, only to hear a scream of ouch, ouch, ouch, and more than a dozen C-levels vomited blood and flew out.

Some people were twisted and died on the spot, but some people were only seriously injured and lay on the ground vomiting blood.

Level A vs. Level C is as easy as adults abusing babies.

The clothes on the golden-robed magician didn't even have the slightest wrinkle.

He looked coldly at the C-level masters who fell to the ground and ordered: "Crucify them all!"

"From now on, all blasphemers should be punished like this!"

The black-robed warriors happily carried out more than a dozen crosses from the armed helicopter and lined them up neatly.

He then dragged the leaders who had fallen to the ground and dragged them to the cross.

Even those who died in the hands of the golden-robed magician were nailed.

Some people had their hands nailed and let out shrill screams, while others cursed and greeted the eighteenth generation of the golden-robed magician's ancestors.

A few people remained silent, their faces full of despair.

In an instant, thirteen crosses were erected high, with bloody men nailed on them.

The cold wind was biting, and the blood soon turned into red ice crystals, which actually had a different kind of beauty under the illumination of the surrounding lights.

Andre's heart was pounding. He knew that everyone might not be able to escape this disaster.

He knew only too well how the temple dealt with blasphemers.

Seriously, being crucified is the most merciful way to die.

But Andre also has a fiery temper.

Okay, we can't fight you, but aren't you looking for that Middle-earth man?

I just can't let you do what you want!

He quietly pulled hard and said quickly: "Back up slowly! I'll block their view!"

"I'll hold the two black-robed warriors on the back left, and you'll run away immediately. Do you understand?"

Dali didn't giggle, but stared at the crosses.

The figure on the cross has his hands crossed, with sharp wooden thorns piercing the palms and hanging on them.I don't know when, his eyes turned blood red again.

Suddenly, Dali said in a confused manner: "The boss is dead."

This sentence was said so softly that Andre couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

But when he saw that Dali was not moving, he said anxiously: "Dali, listen to me!"

"Although I don't know why the temple has to find you, these bastards are definitely not good people!"

"We are doomed, God says."

"I am willing to give you a chance to live! Use my life!"

"..."

He was talking nonchalantly, already pulling out his double-barreled shotgun and getting ready to take action.

But at this moment, Dali suddenly reached out and grabbed the half-cut knife in his hand!

At this moment, his eyes were full of pain and despair.

"The boss is dead, why isn't God dead?"

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up from the ground and flew more than 50 meters into the sky.

The next second, an armed helicopter exploded.

The bright sparks lit up the entire night sky, causing everyone to look up.

Then they saw a figure wearing a tattered coat leap out of the fire and fiercely attack the second armed helicopter.

The pilot of the second armed helicopter reacted very quickly. When the first helicopter exploded, he suddenly increased his altitude.

But the figure seemed to have calculated accurately that he was going to increase the height, and his body passed through the left hatch and out of the right hatch accurately.

The half-cutting knife in his hand cut the entire helicopter in half.

The moment he chopped off the helicopter, Dali used a little force to change the direction. The broken knife in his hand flew away, and the pilot of the third armed helicopter fell off his head on the spot.

The half-cut knife spun back into Dali's hands, but the third armed helicopter lost control and fell to the ground with a rumble...

In just over ten seconds, all three armed helicopters crashed.

The survivors who just watched took a breath of cold air, and the temple masters' eyelids jumped!
Andre opened his mouth even wider, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Who did he pick up?
Dali's body fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head again and glanced at the crosses, his expression full of pain.

"Damn cross! Damn cross!"

He suddenly swung his sword, and a series of long runes burst out from the half-cut sword!
In an instant, the crosses exploded one after another, and the C-class survivors tied to the crosses fell to the ground!
Then he turned to the only golden-robed magician present and said, "The boss is dead, why isn't God dead?"

The golden-robed magician was furious, and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of Dali.

The Bible in his hand moved automatically without any wind, turning the pages with a clatter, and the lines of words with holy light silently wrapped around Dali.

"God said..."

He only said two words before his voice stopped abruptly.

Looking down, he realized that the middle-earth man opposite him had reached out and pinched his throat.

The golden-robed magician turned pale with horror. He tried hard to struggle and retreat, but he felt the fingers around his neck getting tighter and tighter.

"Your god will never speak again."

"I will go find him again and chop him to death!"

"The boss is dead, why isn't God dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click, and the A-level golden-robed magician had his neck snapped.

His three souls and seven souls wanted to leave the body, but he saw a wisp of lavender flames quietly curling up, and the three souls and seven souls were burned clean in an instant, leaving no trace left!
He vigorously threw away the body of the golden-robed magician, but two lines of red blood tears shed on his face.

A strong emotion of sadness emanated from him. Not only were the survivors moved to tears by this emotion, but even the members of the hostile temple felt the despair and depressive atmosphere.

The boss is dead, why isn’t God dead?

(End of this chapter)