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Immediately afterwards, the vehicle swung its tail beautifully, like a famous horse kicking after stopping. The javelin in the rider's hand swept away, and the ogres in the nearby circle fell down like ears of wheat.

The roaring locomotive stopped, but the engine was still beating, like a horse stepping on the ground and breathing heavily.

It hasn't killed enough.

But the murderers had already receded. They were like a tide before, but now they collapsed at the touch of a touch, like a pack of cunning prairie wolves.

They also have a certain degree of intelligence. Although they are not as good as Homo sapiens, they are definitely not stupid. Seeing Yiqi rushing into the formation, the momentum is like breaking a bamboo.

Zhixiong also swallowed his unfinished words, and turned to look around. There were about three or four people lost. The young patrolman frantically fired at the lost killer to vent his fear, until the magazine was empty and he was still pulling the trigger.

Only those who have been on the battlefield know how difficult it is to heal mentally after the stress of war.

He stepped over the corpses everywhere: "I am the police department of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department, wise...thank you for your help."

Bai Wei wore a helmet and long windproof clothes, and said flatly: "It's just a matter of convenience, anyway, I can't get through without emptying them."

His tone was flat and cold, and his attitude was icy and cold. He hid his expression and five senses under the black helmet, calm and composed, as if the tragic fight and beautiful driving skills just now were just an after-dinner exercise for him, and he drove away and killed a group of people by the way. mosquito.

Zhixiong didn't think there was anything wrong, but he thought that the strong should be like this. If he was a chatterbox, and his mouth was just asking about his health, then he should be more forceful?

"I'm looking for people from the shrine, do you know where they are?" Bai Wei said.

"It's been a long time since I lost contact with you. The location of Jingu Fashan is very deep. I'm afraid if I go now..."

"Just tell me where it is."

"Okay!" Zhixiong also called his subordinates to bring the map, and he quickly marked a few locations: "I suggest you pass here, it will be safer."

"En." The young man took a look and it was over. He turned on the accelerator, and the restless motorcycle spewed out white mist like a roaring beast.

Zhixiong stepped aside and asked, "May I ask your name?"

The other police officers looked over with the same curiosity and expectation.

Bai Wei paused, and wanted to say something about his partner of justice, known as Bruce Shilang, but at this time he was not in the mood to make a joke.

Drive away and disappear at the corner of the road.

The officers regretted not being able to ask.

But Zhixiong also touched his chin: "He is a reserved person. If you report his name here, I will make him famous. It's a pity that I didn't get to see his swordsmanship."

"Minister Akechi, what kind of swordsmanship are you talking about?"

"Beichen."

"Is he a disciple of Beichen Yidaoliu?"

"Probably there is no mistake. There is a sign of Beichen Yidao Liu on the car. I have also been a dojo disciple there before, so I will not admit my mistake." Zhixiong also pondered: "I am afraid that in a few years, Bei Chen Yidao Liu will be released. A swordsman."

Then he glanced at the corpses scattered all over the place, and said, "Maybe there are already."

……

In the dilapidated shrine.

"Stop it, you can't take it anymore."

"It's okay, just a little longer."

"In a little while, you'll drain your blood!"

In the sword shaman's ritual, offerings and sacrifices can be used to make corresponding prayers, which is a kind of equal exchange ceremony.

It is also feasible to strengthen the barrier of the shrine by sacrificing one's own blood, but this requires a considerable price.

The seven sword shamans took turns to let out blood, and they had already rotated to the fifth person, but they only persisted for more than ten hours.

Today is a gloomy day, with no sunlight, and the ogres are always lingering around and refusing to retreat.

Bloodletting means the loss of vitality and the consumption of spiritual power. After such hard support, five of them have no fighting ability.

But if it goes on like this, it's just waiting to die.

It's getting dark again, can you last until the second dawn?

Jingu Terasaki began to regret it. Maybe she shouldn't let everyone go back. If she chooses to break through, there may be a chance of survival. Staying here is basically waiting for death. Jingu might not have the spare power to save them.

She grabbed Wuzi's sleeve, pursed her lips and shook her head: "Don't..."

Wuzi smiled and cut open his palm: "If you don't do this, they will rush in. Don't worry, I will leave some strength behind."

Blood spilled, she knelt down, and recited the mantra with peace of mind.

The barrier was once again stable, and the evil spirits outside knocked on the doors and windows of the shrine angrily, trying to tear off the spell, but they couldn't do anything.

The number did not decrease at all, but increased. They seemed to be waiting for the moment when the priestesses were completely exhausted.

I underestimated the patience of these ogres, like the less you can get, the better, and the less you can eat, the better the food.

It was completely dark.

Jinguji Saki didn't know what she could do, she regretted it, but she shouldn't feel sorry for herself at this time.

She wanted to fight out, but looked at the sword shamans around, and could only sit quietly.

She closed her eyes slowly, praying that the end would not come.

Chapter 130 Three They Also Know the Taste of Fear

Soldiers defend against enemies, soldiers resist soldiers, and civilians stay in the city. Soldiers and soldiers are the last line of defense.

If this line of defense is torn apart, what will happen to the civilians who stay in the city has already been written countless times in the history textbooks.

It is a pity that the spread of murderers is like locusts. In fact, they have no exact attack target, but are like overflowing water, continuously converging towards low-lying places, attracted by the sweetness of life.

Ogres are not soldiers of the empire at all, they are gluttons, beasts, and everyone knows that begging for mercy from a beast is unnecessary, the only thing you can do is fight, kill, or die.

There is a creature on the earth called a bear. It likes to eat its prey alive, so it will start eating from the corners...

Once a Russian girl met a hungry bear in winter. She called her mother for help. Because her hands and feet were broken and she was unable to resist, she could only cry and cry in pain. Her parents just listened to her Her own daughter was eaten up by a bear, and in the end the girl's last words were that she was no longer in pain because she was unconscious.

The same goes for the group of ghosts and bears.

Perhaps it is fortunate that this group of creatures has not yet developed a food culture, otherwise there will be more cruel scenes in the future.

The survivors of the shrine retreated to a village. The young and strong labor force here went to Osaka and Kyoto to make a living. Most of the people who stayed to work in agriculture were the previous generation and the children who were still studying.

When the ogres found this place, it was only a matter of time before it was completely destroyed.

Fragile houses were pushed to burnt down, people ran away screaming and pleading, some people were frightened crazy, and then were killed, some old people witnessed the strangulation of their children and grandchildren, crazy wanting revenge, and then they were also killed, some people hid I felt unsafe in the corner and wanted to change places, but when I went out, I saw an ogre, so I had to regain the original location, and was found and killed.

The tragic cries of many families were repeated like this, from fierce to weak, from madness to despair, from mourning to silence, and finally disappeared completely.

When the number of ogres reached the village, the number had exceeded one hundred.

The surviving priests could only watch the whole village burn. Some people turned red-eyed and threw themselves into the sea of ​​flames to fight to death.

In fact, Yingzhou has not lacked such scenes since ancient times. There are constant natural disasters, earthquakes, tsunamis, monsters, and man-made disasters. Outsiders always bring disasters. The neighboring peninsula sends a wave of cultural exports of evil god beliefs from time to time. Even the East and the West regard this place as a place of game play, and have never given up exerting influence for hundreds of years.

Dead people are nothing but the end result of these.

Jingu guards the fragile balance like walking on thin ice, but after all, it is impossible to prevent everything from happening.

The only difference from last time was that they failed and failed again, so they witnessed the purgatory on earth up close.

Human beings are worthless, no nobler than cattle and sheep, no lower than ants, a grain of sand falling from the times is a mountain in everyone's eyes.

Kazama Crane sat on the steps, she refused to leave, just looked at the burning town below, her eyes were full of flames.

"My lord, please be sure..."

"Do you know how many people are in this village?"

This question has stuck with others.

Kazama Crane pursed his lips: "I remember it was five hundred and seven... The breeding industry in this village is very good, and it also produces all kinds of feed for breeding. Every household is doing well. The village head is a very intelligent person. How to make money with old and young people, the humble house over there belongs to his family, the beef pot here is delicious, and there is a mother-in-law at the entrance of the village who often makes Jinpingtang.”

"I have been to this village twice when I was young, and I don't know how many times I have been here since then."

"I have three people who lived in this village at the same time. One died at the age of 17, one at the age of 19, and one at the age of 23... So I will often visit them, and I also want to come here to retire when I retire."

The palace secretary with half gray hair looked at the burning village, covered his face, and made a hoarse self-mockery between his fingers: "Five hundred people will disappear in the blink of an eye...Where else can we go?"

She felt that she had kept the Tao for so many years, and she was completely burned by the fire. She sat down and suddenly didn't want to move, as if she had aged dozens of years in an instant.

"Master Gong Si." The others also stopped, as if they wanted to stay.

"You should go." Feng Jianhe shook her head, and she said softly, "I'm already old, and I don't have the ability to turn the situation around. I was burned to ashes 20 years ago, and I just had to be buried in the soil."

"It's not shameful for people to choose to escape. It's because they want to live and because there are unfinished business... You are all young, and it is not worth dying here. Only by knowing your shame and being brave can you avoid such a situation from happening again."

Mistress Kazama looked at the girls with tears in their eyes, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, let's go quickly...don't be overtaken by despair, the days ahead are still hard, I can only accompany you Here you go."

The young people held back their emotions, bowed deeply to the back of the palace secretary, then turned and ran.

As the footsteps faded away, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood drifted closer.

Kazama Crane shook his sleeves violently, pulled out his sword, and threw the scabbard flying, hitting the forehead of the ogre who was trying to climb the stone steps, and then burst open, violent airflow mixed with broken patch hits. Poured a whole lot of ogres.

The old man raised his hands to tie up his hair, his old look gradually faded, and she was awakening old memories.

Even if the hands and feet are no longer flexible, even if the body is old, even if the heart is about to surrender to the shame of defeat...

She can still burn one last time, at the cost of her life.

"Isn't it enough to let me, one of the priests of the shrine, be your opponent?"

"Don't let my old lady look around... you bastards!"

She laughed, gave up her harsh demands on herself, and regained the tone of her youth.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and the autumn leaves were chopped off with a knife. The flames were as bright red as the blood, and she could still see her heroic appearance when she was young.

She slashed at the evil spirit with a knife.

It's like asking demons for 30 years.

……

10 minutes, 10 minutes two, or 10 minutes three?

She couldn't remember how long the time had passed, but the exhaustion of her body told her that she was already at her limit.

The limit has been exceeded.