Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

The dazzling light seemed to tear open a mysterious veil, and the red shadow high above seemed to be severely damaged, fading and shattering.

The enormous energy provided by the 'Realm of Martial Arts' reached a terrifying level far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. After the secret connection was broken, the huge monster on the ground, like a synthetic beast, let out a shrill roar and fell to the ground with a bang.

"it's over?"

The crimson faded, and the surroundings returned to normal. Everything was quiet except for the blood that flowed from the monster's body like a stream.

Fan Wei stepped forward holding the Silver Heart, making sure to kill the red-robed monk completely.

He didn't want to face a resurrected enemy during the weak period at the end of the "Martial Realm".

Gulu, even though several heads had lost their vitality, the flesh and blood on the huge monster's body was still burning and wriggling, making a disgusting sound.

As if sensing the approach of a strong murderous aura, the red piece of flesh shrank, and a small area began to surge like a blooming flower, and then a pale head emerged, followed by shoulders and arms.

"You!" Struggling to come out, the red-robed monk pointed at Fan Wei with trembling hands.

"who are you?!"

"I'm just a righteous man who stands up for justice when I see injustice." Fan Wei pretended to be cool, and his irrelevant answer stunned the red-robed monk.

"How dare you hinder the Lord's great cause! Your sin is extremely serious!"

Even though he looked like he was about to die, he still gritted his teeth and smiled sinisterly: "You will be tortured forever in the bloody abyss! Everyone you care about will die in the most tragic way because of you!"

"Ah, the great Lord of Blood cannot be stopped. He will surely come to the world!"

Bang! Sylvia stepped forward and punched the bald man, knocking him flying. His mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his nose was bleeding.

"Non-stop trash talk. I don't care if you're the Lord of Blood. I'll beat you to death and stop talking!"

The blonde lady vented her anger and resentment. After beating the red-robed monk half to death, she grabbed his collar and asked, "Tell me! What is your purpose? Why are you collecting so many refugees?"

"Jie Jie..."

"Give it back to your mother!" This punch completely disfigured his face.

“Bless me, Lord, you cannot kill me!” The red-robed monk let out a sound of pain and raised his head and roared, “The Lord of Blood will eventually come! Let everything return to its source! Ah——!!”

Accompanied by a shrill roar that was not like a human voice, Sylvia immediately waved her hand upwards and watched him explode into a ball of bloody mist in the air.

"The Lord will bring down a curse! The plague will be the first to spread across the earth." A faint and vicious voice surrounded and dissipated.

Sylvia shook the blood off her hands and bared her teeth in disgust, "How could this group of cultists explode over a disagreement?"

"It's better than being beaten by you like a punching bag." Skava was helpless about his teammate's violence. "This guy said something terrible at the end."

"In some cases, what people with mental problems say can be very believable!"

"What do you think, Mr. Misle?"

Fan Wei was about to express his concern when he suddenly felt extremely weak.

He staggered and almost couldn't stand. If the black-eyed girl hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Skill side effects?" Skava saw the reason and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the state just now really has no limit, then when Misr Fan masters the two legendary powers of Black Flame and Holy Light at the same time! Numerous abilities emerge in an endless stream! And he has strong fighting skills.

It's so difficult to control him!

The weak Fan Wei gave her a feeling that they were still on the same level of life.

On the other side, Antila found Kylo and his friends from the ruins and healed them with healing magic. Except for Kylo, ​​several of them were also gang leaders.

But for some reason, they were extremely afraid of Antila and would run away even if they were injured.

"This woman is a succubus!" A gangster reached out to the Eye Team, begging for help in a panic, "Everyone who has seen her has a completely different personality! I don't want to become an idiot!"

This was so fucking weird that Kylo got so angry that he kicked him in the back.

"I won't let go of my homosexuals either. I'd rather die than be a pervert!" another female gang leader cried out sadly.

"..."

The Eye Team and even the weak Fan Wei all looked at Kylo with sympathy, and his image among his peers was already vivid in their minds.

"Don't be so damn imaginative!"

After recovering, Kylo stood up, took a deep breath and swore loudly: "I love Antila! I am proud! For the sake of my woman, I don't care if I bear the infamy!"

The other gangster bosses were even paler, and a bunch of ruthless characters who killed people without blinking an eye were almost crying in despair.

"Stop irritating everyone." Antila sighed helplessly and walked towards the trembling gangsters, "Let me treat your injuries first."

Being nagged, Kylo could only pick up the cigarette sadly and light it himself.

This time he suffered heavy losses, almost losing an entire alley's territory and manpower, which was a serious blow to him.

"What happened just now? How did you come into conflict with that cultist?"

Skava asked, and the black boss shook his head, "He just appeared out of nowhere, as if he knew we were getting together to discuss how to deal with them."

"As soon as the heads of the various halls came over, he walked into the room."

"All my men who tried to stop him suddenly started twitching, blood bubbles appeared all over their bodies, and then they tore off their skin and obeyed his orders. We were considered good fighters, but we couldn't muster any strength to deal with him."

The lingering fear was accompanied by the smoke, and Kylo's breathing was heavy.

"If he hadn't asked us to help him, I would have turned into a monster too!"

"Do something?" The pink-purple eyes turned, "Control the refugees?"

"Not only that, he wants more people, lots and lots of people..." The gangster took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke fiercely, "This is fucking weird. The outside is like this, and I have no idea what the inside of the west area is like."

Thinking of the dozens or hundreds of bloody zombies just now, Skava's face became slightly serious.

Fan Weiqiang held up his sleepy, fighting eyelids and said weakly to the black-eyed girl, "This matter needs to be reported to the management agency as soon as possible. Please help me notify... Her Royal Highness the Princess."

With a sigh, he fell into a nearly comatose sleep.

The black-eyed girl gestured the height difference between them, thought for a moment, then picked up Fan Wei horizontally with a calm look on her face.

"Why not leave it to me, sister with black eyes?" Sylvia asked in a hissing voice, obviously having coveted it for a long time.

The girl glanced at her and turned around with Fan Wei.

Antila calmed down, treated the wounds of the black bosses who had calmed down, changed their attitudes a lot, and were very conflicted, and looked at the blood on the ground.

Her gaze passed over the flesh secretly wriggling under her skin, and she lowered her eyes silently.

Deep in the West District, in a completely dark, dilapidated, disorderly and ruined building, many believers knelt in front of a bubbling pool of blood, from which a human figure emerged.

The blood spontaneously gathered into a red robe on his body.

"It's harmless." The red-robed monk murmured, and then gave the order, "Grant the Holy Communion."

The crowded alley outside the house was filled with refugees who had been bewitched. They stood together with the thin and numb people from the West End, dirty and corrupt.

However, there was a frenzy that seemed to burst out from the remaining charcoal, silently spreading among the desperate and frightened hearts.

The monks brought in lots of delicious, bright red meat.

Sent to the refugees who were looking forward to the surprise.

"Eat! This is the blessing of the Lord and a feast from heaven!" The flesh walker in a red robe called out loudly, setting off the prelude to the gluttonous feast.

People can't wait to devour the tempting pieces of meat that exude endless appeal!

They eat!

Eat fresh meat! Sweet as honey, endless meat! Swallow and chew until your palm is full! Tear off the skin and blood! Gnaw every limb in sight!

The banquet begins.

The joy of harvest appeared in the red-robed monk's eyes.