Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

What Zhao Ke said was reasonable and well-founded, and he forced a wave of explanations without any credibility at all.

After all, he never dreamed that the appearance of Zhao Ke would cause such a fatal loophole in his plan.

"kill him!"

A bishop pointed his hand, and the voice fell, there was no need for Russel to speak, and the red-eyed soldiers around him rushed towards Bart like hungry wolves.

Bart, as the head of the temple, made these soldiers unacceptable that he actually betrayed the true god and even tried to assassinate the true god.

For such a sinner, they wished they could tear him into pieces.

"Damn, he is really fake!!!"

Bart shouted almost with all his strength, but was quickly drowned in these angry fighters.

As for the personal guards who were originally around Bart, seeing that the situation was not good, they quickly counterattacked, stabbed Bart's chest with a knife, and used his blood as a pledge to clear their innocence.

Perhaps Bart never dreamed that he would die in this place.

Seeing Bart, who was submerged among the soldiers below, was torn to pieces in a blink of an eye, Zhao Ke finally nodded in satisfaction.

Looking back at Russell.

Zhao Ke took Tang Hengdao out of the postal album without haste and held it in the palm of his hand, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

While everyone was still ruthlessly torturing Bart's body.

"puff!"

In the sky, a bloody human head flew over the heads of the crowd, beating heavily in the crowd.

Chapter 803 Self-destruct

A human head, covered in blood, drew a perfect parabola in mid-air, and smashed heavily under the feet of everyone.

For a moment, everyone's eyes focused on the man's head on the ground.

After seeing the horrible scene of Luther's head falling on the hard rock, bleeding from the head.

Everyone was stunned, and when they raised their heads, they saw a headless corpse kneeling at Zhao Ke's feet.

"you you……"

A bishop looked at the head on the ground, then at the headless corpse trampled by Zhao Ke, rolled his eyes up, pointed at Zhao Ke, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, and passed out. .

"True God, he killed the True God!"

Finally someone came to his senses and let out a scream.

No one expected that this assassin, who had already attached himself, would actually cut off the head of the true god with a single knife.

"kill him!"

Another bishop's eyeballs were red.

But before they took any action, a shadow appeared behind Zhao Ke. Seeing this figure, everyone suddenly became weird.

As if a fishbone was suddenly stuck in the throat cavity, he couldn't help holding his breath.

Another Russell.

Exactly the same as the last one, with a calm smile on his face all the time, he walked up to Zhao Ke.

"How could there be two true gods??"

It's a pity that Bart was torn to pieces by the angry soldiers in the melee just now, and now he can't even make up an outline.

Otherwise, if he is still alive, seeing this scene, he will definitely tell everyone with tears of joy: "This fucking thing is all fake."

However, Bart died.

Died miserably.

It is not an exaggeration to smash a corpse into thousands of pieces.

Naturally, he couldn't tell everyone the answer he knew.

Under the dull eyes of everyone, Zhao Ke grinned, and with the Tang Hengdao in his hand, he stabbed Russel's heart with one knife, and kicked Russel off the roof of the building.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Russel's body was thrown to pieces.

The bishop who had already woken up rolled his eyes when he saw the picture in front of him, and fainted on the ground again.

But is this the end?

Do not!

Zhao Ke grinned and raised the loudspeaker in his hand: "God of shit, Russel is dead long ago. The Russel you see is just a pile of man-made garbage."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he didn't give the soldiers below any time to think.

Because soon, another Russel had already stepped up.

This Russell was holding an ax in his hand, looking at the stunned crowd below, he couldn't tell whether he was crying or smiling on his face.

Zhao Ke took out half a watermelon from the postal album, leaned against the broken wall, looked at Russell in front of him: "Please start your performance."

Russell nodded numbly, and raised the black fire ax in his hand. It could be seen that the ax was usually well maintained, and the ax blade cast a cold light in the sun.

Ruthel raised the ax high, aimed at his own head, and slashed down on his own head amidst the stunned expressions of everyone below.

Pfft!

The silver spoon dug heavily into the half of the watermelon.

I saw the spoon turning, and a large piece of pulp was dug out from it.

Put in Zhao Ke's mouth, the bright red watermelon juice covered Zhao Ke's taste buds instantly under the squeeze of the pulp.

No.4 Russell came up, his performance knife was a fruit knife.

This Russell, looking very enthusiastic, slowly pulled down his pants.

Puchi.

When the spoon was inserted into the watermelon pulp, bright red juice splashed far along the gap, Zhao Ke couldn't help frowning.