I am a reincarnation player.

"Then lend me your gun and use it as bait again. I want you to lure the two players away at noon." Yuki said without any emotion, and then looked at the thief: "As for holding them back, I can only rely on you."

The young man did not hesitate and nodded immediately. The two players standing on the side of the church could not be bypassed, and the difficulty of delaying them and killing them was very different, so it was acceptable.

"But that's tomorrow's business, which belongs to the second step. You stay in the cemetery tonight. I'll give you a coordinate later to open the secret area, but don't act rashly. They will definitely come to investigate." Yuki stretched out his hand and told him not to worry.

"You want to fight here?" The thief immediately understood what he meant.

"Well, if you want to fight, fight quietly."

It was a very risky plan, and he was not afraid of attracting the entire Yaduo Town, but he had the qualifications to do so.

The boy was stunned for a moment this time, but finally nodded. Anyway, I don’t have to do anything. Let Yuki attract hatred and he will be safe.

Rick looked left and right, sighed, put away the chainsword, and handed over the Glock pistol. He didn't understand why Yuki wanted this useless weapon.

At least there is a plan, and I feel a little more confident.

"What about me?" a cold female voice sounded.

"You stay with me and guard the cemetery. When morning comes, you return to the town and after the rally begins, cooperate with Rick to lure away the two players. The Phantom Thief will come to cover you then."

Only two 'undercover' agents can avoid the enthusiastic townspeople after daybreak, and once the rally begins and the town becomes empty, the players can move freely.

It’s a very fair arrangement. Heijian and Panzi can start taking action at noon.

Yuki did not let the girl face them directly, but let the more mysterious and powerful thief cover her. He did not assign any difficult tasks to the latter, just to delay them.

If you stay, you have to fight.

Yue Gong hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Let's put it this way, since everyone is in the same boat, Yuki trusts everyone, and as long as he can drag it out until noon, he will have a chance to break the deadlock.

"So—" Yuki looked around and clapped his hands.

"action."

......

The light of the torch shone through the thick fog. The cemetery was actually a small hill, and it was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.

Led by two gray-robed priests, dozens of believers walked into the mass grave. They looked around with expressions full of disgust.

There is no breath of gods here. According to the information obtained by the Phantom Thief, the cemetery belongs to the past godless era. The townspeople who really died in these years were thrown into the garbage mountain.

People who died were not buried in cemeteries, but thrown into garbage mountains? This very abnormal way of handling things answered a question for Yuki:

No wonder Rick was found out of the garbage, as the same place from the godless era had already been polluted.

But the cemetery is still pure, so the believers hate it, and since they have to search the whole town, not many people were sent.

Click, click.

Pairs of leather shoes stepped on the dead branches. The slope gradually increased, and because of the lingering fog and extremely low visibility, the crowd began to slowly disperse and turned into small teams to carefully check each tree hole.

This is obviously a physical job, but fortunately the believers are not afraid of fatigue. They use all their concentration to search carefully, and occasionally complain in a low voice.

"Those despicable outsiders wouldn't really be hiding here."

"It's normal for a godless person to stay in a godless place."

"Then why don't you call everyone over? When will we find it?"

"Outsiders are very cunning. What if they are hiding in the town? I am confused. Not every outsider is blasphemous. Why do we have to arrest them all?"

As they were complaining, they heard footsteps approaching. Several residents turned their heads and saw that it was the gray-robed priest. They quickly saluted with their hands crossed.

"Father, will you confess for us?"

"It's my honor." The gray-robed priest had a simple and honest middle-aged face, and looked like a kind old farmer. He didn't directly say cold words like "follow orders", but patiently explained:

"The outsiders have been in Yaduo Town for a day and a night. This time is enough for them to understand the gods, and the church has also given them enough opportunities to make a choice."

Apart from the noon assembly and the factory that Yuki took the initiative to enter, the church had almost no presence during this day and night, and the priest's words seemed very honest.

"But they made the wrong choice and mocked the great gods. We can't let this go on. We must give them a chance to repent."

"It's better to just kill him and let him accept God's punishment." A young man raised his fist with a ferocious look on his face.

"We must be full of love. Every foreigner will become a compatriot after being baptized. Don't let anger cover your eyes." The priest smiled gently and stroked the young man's back:

"Remember, this is to help outsiders repent. The saint originally scheduled it for tomorrow at noon. Since there are stubborn heretics inside, we have no choice but to offer help."

This magnanimity is truly touching. You have to know that the players severely slapped the face of the church. At the bell-ringing rally late at night, two outsiders ended up with one death and one escaped, which really played a trick on Yaduo Town.

But at this point, the priest was still not angry and was still willing to provide confession, but he did it more than ten hours in advance and went to the trouble of making a house visit.

How compassionate? How generous?

The believers around them immediately knelt down and recited scriptures. Those outsiders were so lucky to have encountered such a kind church.

If they had any conscience, they would take off their shirts, walk to the center of the square, kneel down and listen to the teachings of God.

The priest showed a gratified expression and stroked the heads of the believers one by one, and the believers also enjoyed the touch, even though the priest's palms extended from the top of the head to the chest and buttocks.

In the midst of harmony, there was a "puff" sound, and the hot liquid splashed on the face.

They opened their eyes in confusion and saw the priest leaning forward, frozen in front of them, with a sharp blade piercing through the middle of his chest. His face, which was full of kindness like that of an old farmer, was filled with confusion.

The tree behind him came to life and a dark-haired man emerged from the fog, disgust evident on his face.

Pooh.

Yuki, who had been hiding nearby for a long time, spat, twisted his wrist, and pulled out his knife.

"I repent, Nima."

He said so.

Chapter 25: Don’t be so passionate!

So weird.

Yuki had been hiding in the fog for a long time, initially to gather intelligence, and the conversations between these characters did answer many of his questions.

Why did they suddenly raid the players? Why did they gather all the players at noon the next day?

The result is of course to prevent a player from walking out of the dungeon comfortably, but Yuki at least knows why this is done.

There is no difference between confession and killing, but it sounds much better.

But as he watched, he felt something was wrong. It was clearly a harmonious preaching scene, but how could he suddenly smell the scent of Yin Pa? He could no longer bear it and took action to end the strange scene.

The first time he attacked the gray-robed priest, Yuki used all his strength and pierced the priest's chest with a knife. He was indeed much weaker than the purple-robed priest.

But he was still not at ease, so he drew out his knife and slashed horizontally again, cutting off the entire head. The spurting blood dyed the white mist red.

pat.

The headless corpse fell to its knees and lay heavily on the ground, while several believers came to their senses. The comfortable expressions on their faces were replaced by ferocious ones. They stood up and picked up the weapons at hand.

"different......"

puff.

The long knife pierced through his open mouth and went out through the back of his head, blocking the second word back in his throat. Yuki had a blank expression on his face and stepped forward on the shotgun next to him.

"I've already told you, this is a silent massacre, don't shout."

He drew his sword, slashed horizontally, raised his knee, then grabbed a woman's hair and slammed her hard against the tombstone.

The head shattered like a watermelon, the blade chopped off the head of another believer, and the raised knee threw the last believer into the tree trunk.

Bones shattered, blood splattered and dyed his windbreaker red. Yuki suddenly squatted down, letting a hatchet brush past his head. Then he reached out, grabbed the collar of his clothes, threw it in front of him from behind, and stepped forward.

Snapped.

The believer's head was nailed directly into the mud. Yuki pulled out his knife, shook it lightly, and there was no living person within his sight.

These small town residents have the physical fitness of the ultimate human, but just a few of them are still too weak for Yuki who is going all out. As for the advantage in numbers——

"Why do you think I chose to start the war here?"

The blade was still dripping with blood, and Yuki had already rushed to a distance of more than ten meters. There were also several people there, who heard the noise and were opening their mouths to ask "what happened?"

For Yuki who has not opened the Demon Eye, this is tantamount to an attack guide. The evil god has given his believers power but not combat qualities.

But they are just a group of civilians, without formation and without vigilance. As long as they scatter...

“It’s easy to hunt.”

The leading believer raised his torch and saw a blurry shadow rapidly enlarging in the darkness. Just as he raised his shotgun, he heard someone shouting from the other side:

"One of our own!"

The hand that was raising the gun paused for a moment, and before he could figure out what was going on, a figure jumped in front of him and he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

brush--

Deception, severed hands, beheaded heads, the bodies hadn't even hit the ground yet, Yuki had already bypassed the bodies and rushed into the crowd, then leaned back, slid, and slashed left and right with the blade, leaving behind a pair of thighs.

Screams were heard, but the believers were not afraid of the pain. Even though their legs were cut off, they still managed to stand up. However, Yuki, who had slid to the end of the team, turned around and attacked them.

Puff puff puff puff.

The blade pierced each person's forehead accurately, silencing the screams and allowing blood to soak into the soil covered with dead trees. Yuuki showed a puzzled expression and looked down at himself.

Shirts, suits, and wide-brimmed hats—this is how small town residents dress.

Did he pause just now? Can't accurately distinguish between friend and foe here?

The footsteps approached again, and Yuki became interested. He hid the knife behind his back and picked up the shotgun on the ground.

Two or three townspeople came running over and asked him, "Where is the stranger?"

"Over there." Yuki pointed casually, and those people turned their heads. Behind them, a smiling man raised his gun.

boom!

"Strangers are coming!"

"There, kill him!"

All the townspeople nearby were alarmed and there was a sound of chaotic footsteps. Soon, five or six people came through the thick fog, raised torches and shone the light, and all of them had stunned expressions.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the attacker had disappeared. After he came to his senses, he quickly looked around.

Thick fog, tombstones, dead trees, nothing else can be seen. It is a dead silent cemetery. Just as he was wondering, a young man felt water drops falling on his head and subconsciously raised his head.

A dark shadow was hanging on the tree, blood was dripping from his wet hair and splashing on his face.

"he is......"

puff.

Yuki stopped warning abruptly, and fell from the tree with a knife in both hands, chopping the man from the top of the head to the feet, splitting him evenly in half.

Blood gushed out like a fountain and gray fog tangled, just like a demon, but it must be said that the demon and the evil god are a perfect match.

boom!

The double-barreled shotgun burst into dazzling light, and within just a few meters, dozens of bullets were blocked by the gray fog.

'After the Demon Heart reaches normal levels, its defense becomes stronger. Is this a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change?'

Yuki deliberately took the blow. This looked like a civilian shotgun, but it was actually blessed with the power of the evil god. Each bullet was as powerful as a rifle bullet.

He nodded with satisfaction and saw a dozen people rushing over with pitchforks and axes.

They were not afraid of life or death, and were very fast, like a group of ghosts running in the fog. They arrived in front of us in three or two steps, with five in front and six behind, and they were actually cooperating with each other.

Yuki did not compete with them in sword skills. He just stood there motionless. Suddenly, he raised his left hand, and under his windbreaker, there was a black shotgun.

"Times have changed."

boom!

Although both are shotguns, his extraordinary-grade (level 4) weapon is obviously more powerful, like a flame blooming in the fog, and then, more than a dozen shattered corpses flew out.

The shotgun blast tore them apart. Even the clowns couldn't withstand it, let alone the ordinary townspeople.

White smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun. Yuki paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and aimed behind him.

boom!

The second shot was fired, and the gray-robed priest who was rushing towards him fell to the ground instantly, but the believer behind him was in bad luck, with blood and flesh flying all over the place on the spot.