Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Watching a dead body fall from the roof.

At this time, the expressions of the people below changed from stunned to a little bit terrified.

Facing the bloody reality in front of him, even if his faith is firm, he can't help but feel suspicious in his heart at this time.

Three... No!It should be two bishops, and the other is still in a coma.

Even as a servant of the true God, he is regarded as the preacher of the riot army.

Seeing the corpses one after another in front of him, cracks began to appear in the solid line of defense in his heart.

fifth place...

sixth place...

Zhao Ke had finished eating the watermelon, so he didn't read any more. He made a total of twenty clones.

Enough for the outside, those fanatical believers, to perform a stupid way to die.

Walking down to the top of the building, Zhao Ke looked at the woods in front of him that rose from the flat floor and merged with the entire temple.

There was a chill between her brows: "She can't let you down, but I can!

If you want a good life, go for it yourself.

I will not carry this weight for you! "

If Kerry Russ is alive, the world will be better and become a so-called pure land. Zhao Ke hopes that this world will last longer.

But when these are based on the words of Kerry Rath's forbearance and sacrifice.

Zhao Ke doesn't mind destroying the world.

To be reasonable, Zhao Ke is not good at it, he doesn't have the eloquence of Russell or Crewe.

But twenty Ruther's corpses are enough to crush their faith, even if it is a weak crack, as time goes by, this crack will eventually erupt completely.

One after another, the souls of the avatar returned to Zhao Ke's body.

As for the current situation outside, what are the expressions of the bishops and the fighters of the riot legion.

It's no longer important to me.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Ke took out Xue Jizi from the stamp album.

As the surrounding temperature began to drop, Zhao Ke gently slashed along the blade with his fingers.

According to Fat Pig.

If you want to enter the Abandoned Land, you must smash your natal stamp.

And the best way to smash your natal stamp is to pierce the position of your natal stamp with a single knife.

But with this cut, it's tantamount to circumcision... skin surgery.

Once cut off, it will never grow back.

Looking at Xue Jizi on his stomach, Zhao Ke hesitated.

He is not a saint.

He's not even a nice guy.

There is selfishness in his bones, and despicable despicableness in order to achieve his goals.

According to Zhao Ke's own evaluation, it is not an exaggeration to call himself a villain.

But everyone has a weakness in their hearts.

Just like a man like Yao Lie, that weakness is his fatal wound.

And my weakness is my relatives.

It is precisely because he is an orphan and has no close relatives.

But because of this, in Zhao Ke's heart, every relative has an irreplaceable weight.

The elder brother Corey who rescued himself from the nursing home.

An old man who raised himself up and taught himself how to cook.

Brothers who grew up in competition and fight together.

These people have an irreplaceable importance in Zhao Ke's heart.

Holding the blade with both hands, Zhao Ke became struggling and gritted his teeth.

"Old man, whether it will work or not, boy, I am worthy of you, it depends on God's will!"

As Zhao Ke pressed down hard, the blade pierced through the belly, but it hadn't reached the depth yet.

But a bone-piercing coldness poured into his whole body along his abdomen in an instant, making Zhao Ke couldn't help shivering.

【warn!Your natal stamp is at stake. 】

【warn!If the natal stamp is damaged, you will be temporarily disqualified as a postman. 】

【warn!Once your natal stamp is damaged, you will lose all abilities. 】

【warn!Once your natal stamp is damaged, you will not be able to use the stamp album. 】

A series of warnings kept coming out of the mailing list, and at the same time, even his own emissary became a little restless.

On the cover of the stamp album, 'Tun' stretched his arms, revealing his eyes under his armpits, looking at Zhao Ke, and making a sharp low hum.

It seemed that he was puzzled and frightened by Zhao Ke's actions.

Looking at the pitiful eyes of the little guy 'Swallow'.

Zhao Ke could only smile at it: "Little guy, if I can restore it, I will definitely cook you a big meal, but now... I'm sorry."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he took a deep breath and stabbed the blade in his hand as deep as he could.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering glass made the blood on Zhao Ke's face seem to be emptied in an instant, and his face turned pale.

Numerous warning sounds rang in his ears, but Zhao Ke could no longer hear them, his ears were weak and buzzing.