Han Baiyi was sitting on a high throne made of ruins of earth and stone, with his left leg resting on his right leg.
The shoes and socks on both feet and the trousers on the lower legs had been completely shattered in the previous fierce battle, but the feet were still as white as jade, without any scars.
The wig wolf ears and wolf tail used in the previous disguise have long since flown away, revealing a head of black semi-long hair.
But at this time, Han Baiyi no longer cared about these disguises, with a seemingly sarcastic smile on his face, his right hand clenched into a fist to support his cheek, looking down at the people he had chosen.
To be precise, they should be the sinful ‘former infected’.
"Who are you?"
The crowd was silent for a while, and then a tall Fengho tribesman walked out of the crowd with a dull voice.
Han Baiyi raised his eyelids and said nothing.
This was also the first time for him to pretend to be a show-off in front of so many people. He hadn't grasped the key yet, so he could only pretend to be sophisticated.
"I...we shouldn't have offended you before."
The Fengti clan member seemed to be a little embarrassed, but he didn't have the guts to lose his temper with Han Baiyi, so he had to pretend to be tough - anyone with a normal mind would know that this act could move so many people to this position in an instant.
What great power is represented behind it.
Sure enough, even the horned Fengho tribesmen are not as upright as imagined.
The other former infected people did not speak.
However, even if no one spoke, most of them found one thing in common with each other - there were many members of the Integration Movement in the crowd.
Han Baiyi looked at the silent crowd at his feet and thought that the atmosphere had calmed down, so he asked the Fengti tribesman with a calm expression:
"May I have your name?"
The tauren frowned slightly, but still answered bravely:
"Caddis, Caddis Fengho."
"You're not bad."
He waved his hand to signal Caddis to shut up, turned to the silent crowd and asked: "Do you know why I brought you here?"
The crowd remained silent, not knowing what kind of dark emotions they were carrying.
This is not good.
Han Baiyi thought to himself.
Without fools jumping out, how could he kill people and establish his authority? How could he establish his position in the hearts of these infected people?
It seems that you have to anger them.
"Then...do you know why I call you trash?"
His voice was calm, and it seemed that he was not saying any curse words at all, but just a very ordinary communication.
The crowd remained silent, everyone shrank down in a cowardly manner, and no one looked at him.
"Dala Bo Chi."
A muscular man at the back of the crowd, with a pair of cat ears on his head and a long centipede-like scar diagonally cutting across his entire face, crouched down and cursed in his hometown dialect in a low voice.
It means stupid.
Several members of the same race around him seemed to have heard it and burst into snickering, but no one dared to laugh out loud - they were not fools.
Han Baiyi glanced at him and curled up his lips.
Coming.
Then, everyone saw him lazily raising his finger in that direction.
The fingertips are slightly hooked.
A huge fog-like screen suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.
The appearance of a strong man with cat ears appeared on the screen.
When the man saw his face appearing above his head, his complexion suddenly turned pale.
Han Baiyi straightened his finger and pointed in his direction.
"Dala Bo Chi."
The words just said were repeated on the screen.
But this time no one laughed.
Several members of the same race who were standing next to him were snickering. Except for one who was relatively stupid and hadn't stopped yet, the others were taking small steps with stiff muscles, trying to stay away from him.
As a result, before I had time to move, I saw a large expanse of white space emerging from the empty space around me.
Several strong men with cat ears stood alone.
Looking at each other.
"You are very good." Han Baiyi praised him sincerely, "When I speak, I usually hope someone can answer me."
"It's a pity that your answer was not a good one."
As he spoke, Han Baiyi stretched out his hand and made a move in the air, and a thick dictionary appeared in his palm. The silent people couldn't help but lower their heads at the same time.
Many warlock professionals in the crowd looked at his movements and were stunned - what kind of Originium skill is this? Why haven't we seen it before?
"Well, it's really not a good thing to say."
After Han Baiyi flipped through the dictionary, he threw it away without looking at anyone, and snapped his fingers.
Bang---
Several strong men with cat ears didn't even have a chance to argue. Their strong bodies were shattered into a rain of blood in a dull explosion that contained infinite vitality.
The hail of blood, broken meat, and bones fell sparsely for a second or two, and the area just covered the dense crowd, barely evenly covered by rain and dew.
The total amount of meat of several people is only a few hundred kilograms, which is a lot on the heads of tens of thousands of people in one or two seconds.
No one present dared to move.
Caddis Fengho, who was standing at the front, was splashed with minced meat and blood. On his thick throat, the Adam's apple moved up and down in an exaggerated manner, but he felt that his mouth was so dry that sand could grow out of it.
The fog above everyone's heads also dissipated without a trace.
But the mentality before and after these two seconds is completely different.
Ultra-large range, ultra-large-scale space transfer.
Killed seven professionals with one snap of his fingers.
You can also make such a large-scale projection out of thin air at will.
——Where did this monster come from?!
The cold sweat on everyone's foreheads was as fine as if they had been caught in a heavy rain, and the timid bodies could not stop shaking.
Han Baiyi smiled, but didn't say anything immediately.
The effect is in place.
After a minute or two of settling, and when his emotions reached a high point, Han Baiyi continued to ask in a faint voice that could be heard by everyone:
"Now, let me ask again."
"What kind of trash are you?"
After the sound fell, the crowd was silent for a moment as before, and then immediately became noisy. The chaotic sounds were mixed together, and the densely packed voices made people frown, and they said everything.
"Don't kill me! You can do whatever you want!" Someone cried humbly.
"Do you think such a large-scale illusion can deceive me? How can anyone achieve such a large-scale spatial transfer? Come on!" Some people refused to believe the facts.
"I recognize you! You are Mr. Bai, and I am from the Integration Movement! Sister Tallulah will not let you go!" Someone was childish and cute.
"This guy wants to kill us! There are so many of us, let's fight him!" someone shouted desperately from the back.
In addition to these people, some were frightened by the bloody method, some turned around and ran away in all directions, and some picked up weapons from nowhere and charged straight in the direction of Han Baiyi, intending to kill the sorcerer at close range.
Han Baiyi just watched the farce calmly.
"It seems you have no self-awareness."
"Then let me read out your charges."
As he spoke, Han Baiyi retrieved from the system all the video nodes in the scope of Chernobog today, with the search criteria: 'infected person' and the search event: 'murder'.
The crowd mixed together suddenly became quiet.
Everyone stared at the half-meter-square video frame in front of them with pale faces, watching the murder scene covered in blood.
Han Baiyi stood up from his seat with a calm expression.
"Now, there are 31,726 former infected people here. Within a week before today, you all actively killed, tortured, and humiliated more than two people."
"What is being played in front of you now is the situation when you committed the crime. There is no need to refute it."
"I'm not targeting anyone, I'm telling the truth - everyone here is rubbish."
"Killing for life is a matter of course."
"All your crimes are..."
"death penalty."
The moment the words fell, the crowd suddenly erupted into a huge wave that was even bigger than before.
Han Baiyi's expression remained calm. A wall-like shield of Originium energy rose from the ground in the distance, completely blocking the escape direction of the garbage.
At this time, everyone looked at the high platform where Han Baiyi was sitting with scarlet eyes.
Kill him!
Kill him and you can live!!
How could he die so stupidly after finally getting rid of his identity as an infected person?
However, before they could put this idea into practice, familiar golden light suddenly enveloped them completely.
But this time it was not Han Baiyi's sudden change of ideas.
It's an assist from system commands.
Everyone is locked in a small golden cage, and they cannot even stretch their arms and legs, or even squat down.
Relying on his strong melee strength, someone roared and brandished his weapon and struck at the golden prison wall. The system commanded the wall to snap his arm, making a crisp clicking sound.
Some warlocks felt that the prison formed by the system command did not seem to be very difficult to break, so they tried to use the Originium Skill to unlock it. As a result, before they could figure out the Originium Skill circuit of this thing, the whole skull suddenly exploded with a bang.
Splattered everywhere.
People who don't believe in evil are always like this, but after a small group of people die, the remaining "smart people" will learn to be wise and protect themselves.
They all looked at Han Baiyi with despair.
Like a slave who is about to be buried alive, he holds his head high and begs his master to forgive him.
I have to say that as long as the strength is in place, many things will not be very troublesome.
The main reason is that his strength is too extraordinary.
Han Baiyi looked at the people at his feet, and his voice could still be heard by everyone:
"Now, I'll give you two choices."
"One of them died in my hands."
"The other one is fighting for his life on the way to charge."
Han Baiyi smiled and pointed at the golden wall in front of them. Everyone looked up at him.
"If you want to live, write your name in front of you."
"Now, let's start choosing."
After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance. Under his feet was a dense golden prison.
In the prison, everyone had different expressions.
What could be the matter that would allow such a strong man to handle so many people? How dangerous would it be? Why would this person want to bring justice to those Chernobog people?
One question after another emerged in their minds.
No one is stupid.
But they didn't have a chance to ask, so they had to gamble.
Bet on life.
Even Caddis Fengho, who had seemed upright and the first to stand up, huddled quietly in his prison and silently wrote down his name.
More people are still hesitating.
Until, a hoarse voice came from behind Han Baiyi.
Some people in the integration movement heard the sound and suddenly raised their heads and looked in the direction of Han Baiyi.
Silver-haired Tallulah stood in front of Han Baiyi, holding a long sword in her hand, her chest, abdomen and ribs were sunken, and she was covered in blood.
"Sorry, I'm not going to do anything I don't want to do."