There is a fairy world in my house

Chapter 409 Cultists

The shrill screams and frantic cries for help sounded first in the silent street.

Countless people were awakened by the sound, but then more shouts began to pass on continuously.

People have discovered that the blood-red skinned wild dogs are a full two meters tall, huge monsters compared to human beings, and they are wantonly preying on human beings as rations.

The strength of these skinned wild dogs is terrifying. Some men in the family took out their steam rifles angrily and pulled the trigger with all their might to kill these wild dogs. The bullets bounced off the muscles of those wild dogs that seemed to be dripping with blood.

Even the powerful steam rifle is the same, not to mention the kitchen knife in some people's hands.

Only then did people realize that after losing their firearms and weapons, they had been completely reduced to the rations of these skinned wild dogs.

Disaster is born at this moment, and fear spreads at this second.

Zhang Qing stood at the door of a dilapidated hotel, watching a skinned wild dog slowly approaching with dripping blood, he took a step forward and stopped in front of it.

"Get out of the way!"

"Dangerous!"

Behind him, a few probing people shouted slightly, and when Zhang Qing didn't reply, they all shrank back one by one, as if they had fulfilled their due obligations and stopped taking risks Reminded him.

boom!
The skinning wild dog is extremely powerful. When it stamps its feet, it feels like an earthquake. When it swings its front paws, it makes a huge roar, as if it is about to break the barrier of sound speed.

Afterwards, it was such a terrifying claw, but it was directly pinched by Zhang Qing.

The wet and greasy feeling made him throw away the dog's paw immediately: "What's on it, it's disgusting!"

After Zhang Qing shook it, he still felt disgusted, so he took off his shirt, wiped his hands vigorously, and then looked dissatisfied at the wild dog who had been completely focused by the confrontation just now.

"Go to hell." Zhang Qing picked up a stone at random from the ground. Without using any extraordinary power, he just used his physical body to directly turn a small stone into a terrifying shell, directly shooting the stone in front of him. The flayed dhole he had was completely destroyed—and took down a third of the block, by the way.

Is there anyone inside? There is no doubt about this. Those wild dogs came over like a sweep, and any place that still had a breath of life was carefully cleaned by them, and there was not a single survivor.

No, there is one more survivor...

Zhang Qing looked at the ruins in the distance, a familiar figure crawled out from under a rock with difficulty, and Monet actually entered his attack range.

"This guy..." Zhang Qing looked a little bit wrong. Although the stone he threw didn't use much force, even so, it was equivalent to a high-energy shell.

You Monet, a human being, how can you survive within the attack range?

Even if he wasn't killed by the bomb, he should have been shocked to death.

The other party is indeed not an ordinary human being.

It's just that on the other side, the skinned wild dog that should have been directly killed by him appeared in front of his eyes again at this moment, as if the previous one had been resurrected again.

But Zhang Qing knew very well that this skinned wild dog should not be the one he killed.

This one is more dangerous and stronger.

"That's the pet of the hunting evil god, the Bloodhound."

Monet yelled at Zhang Qing, "There must be cultists hunting evil gods nearby, kill them, and these blood hounds can return to the spirit world!"

"Otherwise, no matter how many blood hounds you kill, there will always be a steady stream of blood hounds to make up for it. Here, there will always be twenty blood hounds!"

Hearing Monet's words, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Qing's mouth.

Doesn't it mean that you don't know much about the cultists?How come now even this kind of thing can be understood so clearly?
He reached out and picked up another stone, aiming at a certain direction ahead and flicking it over.

In an instant, the incomparably huge kinetic energy, wrapped in stones that had already been evaporated by the huge force and turned into pure energy, directly penetrated a church not far ahead.

Hearing a shrill scream, the people in this city discovered that many blood hounds turned into a puddle of blood while howling and screaming, and there was no way to revive them.

Zhang Qing threw a few stones again, blowing up almost half of the city like a shell, but also smashed all the cultists who controlled the Bloodhound into powder.

Although he didn't find the existence of extraordinary monsters these days, as he gradually exercised, he gradually exercised the instincts that belonged to this powerful body.

For example, eavesdropping on conversations within hundreds of meters nearby, using super hearing and super vision to monitor a distant place.

It was through these means that he saw the cultists who controlled the Bloodhound, and sent them back with a few stones.

"You are very strong." Monet walked over from a distance, stood more than ten meters away from Zhang Qing, and said with a lot of sighs, "Even stronger than some gods."

God's favored person is another new vocabulary.

Zhang Qing inquired curiously, only to realize that this favored man was not the lucky one who won the favor of the gods.

In other words, in front of these evil gods who have already been corroded and corrupted, there will no longer be any so-called divine favors.

The so-called gods are actually some cultists. When praying to the evil gods day after day, the extraordinary power of the body gradually echoes the evil gods they worship, thus transforming them into monsters that are closer to the evil gods.

At this point, it is better to say that they are the most terrifying super monsters than those favored by the evil gods.

The existence of every divinely favored person is almost a natural disaster for mankind, facing the crisis of extinction.

But if it is such a god-favored person, Zhang Qing can only smile.

As a person who can directly smash the planet under everyone's feet with his body alone, the so-called divinely favored person is no different from an ant in front of him.

He just looked at Monet with great interest, and said, "Then, can you tell me now, who are you?"

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Zhang Qing gave him another blow.

"Or, Your Excellency, a cultist from an unknown evil god?"

Monet raised his head suddenly, with a cold killing intent in his dark eyes, "Who are you, how do you know my identity?"

Feeling the other party's shock and anger, Zhang Qing pointed at him and said, "Don't be nervous, didn't you actually tell me all this?"

"It was you who revealed your identity to me."

(End of this chapter)