The sky sends murderous intent, destroying and trampling on everyone.
The kick that caught everyone's surprise, while crushing the filthy body, seemed to also include the vocal cords of all the audience.
The circular pit on the ground was like a full stop, causing the screams caused by the continuous changes to end instantly.
Even breathing.
When Fu Qian pulled out his bare feet from the center of the pit, no one took their first breath.
Partly because of the previous conflict, the person who chose to run away from the square still froze in his movements. He didn't dare to continue, and he didn't even dare to turn around, for fear of making too big a move and attracting attention.
This gesture saved them from the fate of having mud poured on their faces, and instead they had mud poured on their butts.
The oppressive silence lasted for nearly ten seconds. It wasn't until Fu turned around and walked up the steps of the chapel again step by step that the first person became alert and desperately patted away the fluid splashed on him.
After all, in the short period just now, two lessons have been learned. No one wants to have such a bite on their neck.
But in a panic, when they tore off their clothes regardless of appearance, they soon discovered that apart from being slightly warm, those things actually looked like real mud.
It is gloomy and corrupt, but it has no activity, and the devouring creeping movement before can't be seen at all.
One kick and the activity is completely lost?
After realizing this, the audience once again couldn't help but look at the bare heel and the pale cracks spreading from it, with constant disillusionment.
Who is this person...
In confusion, what the latter said when he fell from the sky just now was easily recalled.
He was just sitting quietly watching the show, but because the thing expanded to the same height as him, he felt offended?
This reason is really strange, but coupled with his overbearing demeanor, it actually has an inexplicable credibility.
…
As if aware of this gaze, the figure on the steps stopped and turned around slowly the next moment.
"Looks like the tide is coming in."
However, Fu Qian ignored most of the audience, but showed a sly smile and said hello to the three members of the cult.
Because they were so close, Amira and the three of them undoubtedly suffered the most intensive sputtering.
But compared to the others, these three are much calmer.
Even Amira, who had nearly a hundred piercings all over her body, was not in a hurry to clean the mud off her body.
Obviously because of their professionalism, they know that this thing has lost its activity.
Of course, because they are not professional enough, they don't know that the activity is only temporarily lost.
As a surgeon, Fu Qian could vaguely feel that the power that made that thing different did not receive a real blow, but only temporarily cut off the gaze.
If these three people are careful enough, they should clean up a little bit.
But it's not a big problem, after all, the cult has everything under control.
And this nightmare will obviously not last long.
…
Facing the greetings in front of them, the teaching team looked at them with complicated expressions.
At least this is the case for Amira and Reginald. While Hunter Simon only showed a pair of eyes, even his eyelids were covered with mud, which really couldn't convey much emotional information.
"how did you do it?"
He could roughly understand that the rising tide refers to the shadows surrounding the town, but Amira, a non-combatant, could see that she was still deeply impressed by the battle scene just now, and she immediately endured the severe pain in her body and asked questions.
She still has some discernment, that thing is obviously extremely difficult for hunters, and it was actually annihilated by one blow.
The young man named Anke, the nightmare victim she discovered, seemed to be becoming more and more strange, transforming into something else step by step.
"My eyes have been opened."
It's a pity that although the latter responded, his overly arrogant tone and the movements of his fingers and eyes made people not sure how to respond.
"Sir Simon looks even more uncomfortable."
Fortunately, she didn't need to respond. The next moment, she had already changed her target and looked at Simon next to her.
…
Faced with the previous statement, Simon, as the person involved, did not respond. He just lowered his head and looked at the weapon in his hand.
However, this question made both Amira and Reginald's hearts skip a beat, remembering the same comment from before.
The two of them followed Simon's gaze and suddenly discovered that the black fluid on the broad sword was unknowingly climbing up to the back of the hand, and even disappeared into the sleeves.
"Sir Simon, quickly throw away your weapon."
I didn't expect that thing to be so pervasive. Amira's scalp exploded for a moment. She was worried that the other party would not give up her beloved sword, so she shouted a reminder.
It's a pity that the other party really seems reluctant to part with it.
Faced with her appeal, Simon not only did not raise his head but even held the sword in his hand tighter.
"Observation is still too subjective."
On the contrary, the seventh apostle of Dark Moon next to him commented and sighed softly.
"If you look carefully, does it really have anything to do with the sword?"
What's the meaning?
Not only Amira, but Reginald was puzzled for a moment and looked at it again calmly.
Wait a minute...the direction is wrong!
That stuff doesn't seem to flow into the sleeve, but flows out in the opposite direction!
The next moment, both of them were shocked, realizing the omission they had just taken for granted.
"Your Excellency Simon..."
Staring at the hunter's hand holding the sword, Amira couldn't imagine the scene below.
How could this happen? It turns out that the body has already undergone changes!
"How do you feel, Sir Simon?"
At the same time, concern came again.
Although it is difficult to rule out the suspicion of gloating, the tone of the Dark Moon Apostle sounded quite serious.
"not good."
After repeated care, Simon finally raised his head and admitted the problem in an indifferent tone.
"That's good."
He nodded before paying, feeling pleased that another guess had been confirmed.
Hunters are indeed a susceptible group.
Reginald on the side was the direct target of the attack, and even in the end, both sides were injured, and nothing unusual could be seen for a while.
On the contrary, Simon, who had no physical contact during the entire process, experienced such obvious changes.
Apart from the automatic mapping collection of surrounding pollution, it is difficult to find other suitable causes.
The same thing happened after killing the blood sausage just now.
This chaotic nightmare is too stressful for the hunters' physiques.
"Encore, what do you want to do?"
Before Fu Qian could speak again, his expression made Amira next to him nervous.
No way, this abnormal comment, coupled with the smile on his face, is too easy to remind people of the violent kick just now.
"take it easy."
He waved his hand before paying, signaling Amira not to go from one extreme to another, from taking things for granted to overthinking.
"How do I feel?"
The next moment he pointed to himself and asked a strange question.