Extreme Demon Little Farmer

Andre nodded his ear, the woman immediately understood, reached out to open the headphones, which immediately heard the noise of the microphone blowing in the strong wind, Andre's deep voice and panting, "can you identify the direction?"

Victoria's pale yellow eyes turned red. She felt the trace of the same kind and pointed to the dead tree not far away.

They trudged hard in the snow. It was useless even if they put on snow boots. They stepped into the snow without reaching their thighs. After a few steps, they lost most of their physical strength. Andre raises his gun and runs under the dead tree, waving for safety.

There is blood on the tree, which has been coagulated into blood crystals due to low temperature, hanging thinly on the trunk and branches.

He was crazy to dig the snow. After a while, he saw a head and shoulders. He cooperated with the woman to pull the stiff body out of the snow.

The corpse kept a dead and frozen posture, sitting against the dead tree, with his head down, his hands on his side, and his upper body and legs folded into 90 degrees. Now he is still sitting on the snow, but there is nothing behind him.

Victoria simply confirmed, "it's a rebel of the blood clan. I don't know why she died here."

Andre tore open the guy's clothes and found a fatal wound in the body's heart. It was a sharp weapon that penetrated through the heart. It was cool and ventilated from front to back. He was killed on the spot. Because it was cold, there was not much blood flowing out. He just stuck the clothes on his chest and frozen them into a hard lump.

"It looks like the hand of a demon hunter. He used a sharp weapon similar to a sword to kill this guy in the front..." Andre looked into the snow pit. "There was a pit in the tree. He was forced to have no way out before he was stabbed to death by a sword. The strength of the other side was not too strong."

Only the blood clan with high enough accomplishments can survive under the condition of being fatally injured, but there is no way to cut off the head and completely damage the heart. Even if the count is seriously fatally injured, he will die.

This body was injured, Elizabeth would have the strength of the first world war or even escape.

Andre kicked the corpse back to the snow pit. "Strange thing, there are demon hunters in this ghost weather... No, it's not done by demon hunters!" It suddenly occurred to him that the head of the blood clan had not been taken away!

If it's done by the demon hunter, even the lowest level blood slave can get some money from the demon hunter's Guild if he takes away his head. What's more, he's an opponent who kills with a certain amount of strength. Isn't it stupid not to take away his head for reward?

With this in mind, Andre drags out the corpse again and checks it carefully to make sure that the wound is caused by broadsword. Among the demon hunters in Maoxiong country, most of them are simple and rough with guns.

Andre said with a black face, "it's the God of light, but I'm not sure whether it's the Western church or the Eastern Church."

Maoxiong's mainstream religion is a branch of the bright god religion. It is not under the control of the burning emperor and the Vatican, but under the management of an organization similar to the Vatican, which is called Da Mu Shou. Although they are of the same religion, there are differences in ideas, and they repel each other as heretics.

The persecution of heretics by the same religion is far more cruel and despicable than that by the heretics. However, if there were external forces, the three branches of the existing Shinto religion would still share a common hatred, which is beyond doubt.

"Can it be that the rebels' activities in Maoxiong kingdom are too frequent and arrogant, and the big shepherd can't see it down, and send people to attack them..." Victoria is a little flustered. She is also a blood clan, and she is also among the targets.

Andre frowned. "I don't know. Neither the Vatican nor the great shepherd's action is good for us. When you come back from new sisulia, don't leave the farm for the time being and wait for the show to pass."

They got on the bus again and found two or three bodies along the way. The nearby blood clan may have been wiped out. The person in charge of the cleaning up doesn't worry about exposing the bodies next year. All the blood clan killed are buried in the snow.

Outside a small town with a railway station, an injured young man stumbled along the snow shoveled Road, leaving blood behind him every step he took. From time to time, white shadows swept through the woods on both sides.

The young man looked aside in horror, but every time he turned his head, the figure would disappear in his sight, "it's almost there, it's almost there..." he thought silently in his heart, as long as he ran to the town, where there were ordinary people, he would survive!

He bled too much, no matter his own blood strength or cold weather, can't stop the blood from gurgling out of the wound, just like the tap is not turned off. Just in front of a car turning out, as long as you turn the corner, the driver can see the rush of him, he will be saved!

Life was right in front of him, and he almost cried out with joy, but the corner of his eye could see something coming from the forest on the right.

It was a light chain, which wrapped around his ankles accurately, and then came a strong force, which directly pulled him down. His whole face was patted down on the ground, and his chest was like smashing a ripe tomato, which made a red mark on the snow.

The young man cried in despair, "no! Please let me go! Leave me alone He scratched the ground with his hands, but he was still pulled into the forest.

He pulled out a long blood mark on the ground. Ten fingers were worn out because of too much force. They were worn out by the hard frozen soil and snow stubble. Strangely enough, his rotten fingers soon froze and didn't bring him much pain.

The car drove slowly down the road, and no one was seen. The red blood on the ground was quickly buried under the cover of the snowstorm.

The young man was dragged to a clearing in the woods. Several guys in white robes came around quickly. They took off their hoods and wore very thin clothes without fear of cold. Large snowflakes fell into their necks and felt cold for them.

"Lords of the Holy See, please bypass me once. I am guilty! I am willing to make atonement to God of light, I am willing to be the sinner of God of light, let me repay my sins... "Even if a man knows that he is dead, he will not give up any chance to ask for mercy.

One of the white robed men drew a long sword from under the white robe. If Ling Feiyu was here, he would recognize that the man who used the slender sword was Shylock, the sword God of St. George's Cathedral in the white headed eagle kingdom.

The thin sword God shakes his wrist and dances a sword flower, Shua Shua. The sword tip leaves a residual shadow of holy light in the air. He puts the sharp sword tip against the throat of the rebel's blood clan, who immediately dare not speak.

"I'll send you to atone for the God of light, despicable monster!"

The sword's Qi is light, and the invisible and colorless Qi is penetrating into the man's throat. It smashes the brain of his forehead, penetrates the tianlinggai, shoots out with red and white paste, and pierces a small hole in the frozen soil which is so hard that he can't do anything with an iron pick.

The red and white paste immediately froze, and before there was time to send out a disgusting smell.