I waited for another breath, and the fat man was already frozen in the air, unable to open his mouth, and his face was full of desperate fear.
I couldn't bear it anymore and ordered the clone to attack!
Puff puff puff, dozens of times in a row, its screams echoed in my ears. The harsh words it said before seemed like farts, and no counterattack happened.
As it was smashed into mud by my clones and treated as a ping pong ball by the clones, within three breaths, you hit me and I hit you, a hundred times in a row. I don’t know if the last hit was felt by the clones.
Being bored, a golden light flashed past in his hand, and with a pop, it was directly turned into blood mist.
The strange atmosphere around him collapsed, and Fatty's body regained its freedom. He said it was impossible. Just now, he felt that the world had instantly turned into an ice field, as if he had returned to the Ice Age, and a mammoth had just walked past him.
I couldn't laugh or cry. It seemed that the meat ball was really capable, but the illusion was of no use to me.
It's a pity that those passers-by who were frozen were not as lucky as Fatty. After the cold atmosphere dissipated, people farther away from the square slowly returned to normal, but they still didn't notice what happened. And those closer to the ground had already
He fell to the ground with a thud, and his body was shattered into pieces like glass.
I knew that no matter how powerful I was, I could not protect everyone, so I just regarded their death as inevitable. Then, I ordered the clones to check the altar, and then let them disperse and let the wind spread around the square. After waiting for a while, I made sure that there was no blackmail.
The people of the Ta tribe noticed what had happened here, so Fatty and I quietly rushed to the square.
The fat man flew to the altar in all directions. I looked around nervously. After about five minutes, the fat man said OK and floated down from the altar, holding a black crystal stone in his hand.
We quickly retreated and hid in an alley two streets away from the square. I asked the fat man what he had taken, and he said that an important gadget was the key to our comeback.
Then the fat man didn't say what the point was, and I didn't bother to ask. I sat cross-legged on the ground and took back my clones one by one. Although the filthy air entered my body in sections, it still made me feel dizzy.
After half an hour, I felt better, and my spiritual energy began to slowly rise again.
By the time my strength returned to its peak, it was already half past eleven. I emerged from the alley. There were still store lights flashing on the street, but there were almost no pedestrians.
Suddenly, a black shadow passed over the sky. I lowered my head subconsciously and saw more than 300 children floating behind the black shadow in the sky. There were noisy voices in the distance. I listened carefully.
, it turned out that all the parents were crying that their children had been stolen by monsters.
I quickly followed the shadow and ran forward, and soon came to the square. I saw the square full of children standing blankly. They raised their heads and looked at the altar in the sky. My heart was lifted to the sky.
"Fat man, does your method work?"
The fat man said nothing and hid on my shoulder.
One after another, children were caught and floated over by the big devil in the sky. The entire square, densely packed with children's heads, looked like an ant nest.
I took a deep breath and didn't ask the fat man if his method worked, because the time was already only one minute away from twelve o'clock.
Just when I resigned myself to my fate and prepared to step back, not to watch the children who filled the square being sacrificed after their success, a red light bloomed on the altar, and a group of members of the Black Tower clan began to whisper. Their language was low and weak, like
The hot air blowing from the garbage dump makes people feel sick and nauseous.
The fat man suddenly grabbed my shoulders, shook me violently, and said it worked, they didn't notice there was something wrong with the altar!
I was stunned and tried to stay calm. If they failed, it only delayed their time. It does not mean that we succeeded.
But Fatty is such a smart person that he would never say such a thing wrong.
In this way, a glimmer of hope arose in my heart, thinking about what kind of result would be considered a real success?
"If you also think that I am a sinner, just think of me as a sinner."
The fat man said something unexpectedly, jumped out and rushed towards the square.
I was stunned, watching his back as he left, thinking about what he just said, and for a moment I felt a sense of the vicissitudes of time welling up in my heart.
Why does the fat man say he is a sinner?
Xuerou sighed and said something I couldn't understand: "He is indeed a character."
My eyes widened, and I saw the fat man as if he was in a deserted place, holding the black crystal stone in his hand, landing firmly on the altar, and while everyone was stunned, he kicked over the black tower in the center of the altar,
Instead, sit down.
What surprised me the most was that the big demons didn't come to stop him. They even knelt in mid-air and shouted "Clan Leader" when the red light on the altar shone brightly and the formation circle rotated rapidly!
I didn't react for a moment, but in my mind, when ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past, layers of black air waves appeared in the sky. They kept surging, forming a funnel shape.
"Nariko, brother is gone!"
The fat man roared, with a proud smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, all the kneeling members of the Black Tower clan stood up in mid-air. Their bodies were trembling, and the human form of one of the big demons looked up to the sky and shouted.
, gritted its teeth, as if trying to break through some restraint, but its body still rushed into the air funnel with the fat man's indifferent finger.
Finally, the fat man raised his hand, and the strong red light on the altar directly below him turned dark red, flew directly under the funnel, and slowly rose up.
There was not a single member of the Black Tower Clan in the square. The children who were looking up with their heads held high all felt weak and collapsed on the ground.
The funnel in the sky collapsed and disappeared after a few seconds, and the sky became normal. The chill finally dissipated, and I looked at the sky for a while before I came back to my senses.
It turns out that the success that the fat man was talking about was this kind of success. He no longer spent a single soldier and became the leader of the Black Tower Clan. I don't know how he obtained that kind of absolute control.
But there is one thing I still can’t figure out. Why did he say that I would treat him as a sinner? How could he be a sinner? He was simply a great hero who sacrificed his life for righteousness!
Suddenly, I realized something. I rushed to the square and helped up a child who was lying limply on the ground. I pressed my hand on the child's neck and there was still a pulse!
A heavy burden was lifted from my heart, and I almost thought that the fat man had used these children as victims in order to complete his plan.
I checked on several more children, and they all had pulses, so I no longer felt worried.
Soon, many onlookers appeared around the square, and many parents who shouted that their children had been stolen ran over. Seeing the children in the square, they were stunned and didn't know where to find them.