It was noon.
The sun seemed to have deep resentment towards the world, smashing all its heat down towards the world.
Under this scorching sun, the originally quiet city of Yagge is now shrouded in shadow.
Shadow of death.
The smallest wingspan of the 50,000 bats is half a meter, and the largest wingspan reaches a terrifying two meters.
They are like a swarm of locusts, raging throughout the city.
The remaining 500 low-level saints were originally less combat-effective than the 200 high-level saints.
Faced with these 50,000 bats, they naturally could not resist.
How to resist the 100-to-1 quantity advantage?
Thrilling screams rang out throughout the city.
Of course, this is only for those of the Holy Light Legion.
These people bully the weak and are afraid of the strong on weekdays and have done a lot of bad things.
Wen Zilong had no mercy after killing them.
As for the nearly 10,000 coolies in the city, Wen Zilong certainly did not attack them.
These coolies were hiding in the house at this time, listening to the screams outside in horror.
From time to time, you can see the black shadows flying past the window.
Some of them shivered;
Some people were so scared that they didn't say a word.
However, when the screams outside gradually subsided, no one of them was hurt.
About ten minutes later, they heard nothing outside.
Some of them had the courage to leave the house one after another.
The black demon had disappeared and seemed to have never come.
However, on the streets of the city, corpses can be seen from time to time.
These corpses belong to the saints of the abominable Liberation of the Holy Light.
"We...we are not dead."
"That black demon only killed those saints!"
"And...and then it flew away?"
"Are they here to save us?"
"The Guvanians think that these black devils will bring diseases and disasters. But now it seems that this is not the case."
While they were talking, they saw a car slowly coming towards the city.
They saw a big bird standing in the car's compartment.
Someone had seen it before, and it was the big talking bird.
What is this big bird doing now?
Those black demons must have something to do with it.
So, is it here to kill us now?
Even if we are not killing us, we should enslave us like the Holy Light Legion and let us be coolies, right?
At this time, Wen Zilong looked at the terrified people, and he shook his head helplessly.
Then he waved his wings and said:
"You are free now. You can go wherever you want."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
Standing there blankly, no one moved.
Wen Zilong sighed again: "I fear the sudden quietness of the air. I said, you are free, want to eat, drink, want to slap, and even want to do shameful things."
"this……"
Everyone was stunned again.
"Sir, you... won't kill us?"
A bold young man asked.
Wen Zilong waved his wings and said, "The donors are really good at joking. How could a person as kind and kind as me, who is kind and kind, and Amitabha Buddha kill people?"
The young man looked back at the corpses on the streets.
The meaning is very obvious: You have killed so many people, but you still say you won’t kill people?
But this adult killed all the evil ones.
Killing evil people is equivalent to saving them such good people.
So he can be considered a kind person.
Thinking of this, the young man hurriedly crawled on the ground.
"Thank you for saving us."
Others also crawled on the ground.
"Thank you for saving us."
"Sir, please ask your name. We can pray for you every day."
"Yes, sir, you have saved us from the sea of ​​suffering. We pray for you every day."
Wen Zilong thought about it and nodded:
"Then, just call me the Great Demon King. Oh, it's the Great Demon King, there's no 'yes'."
When Wen Zilong remembers these words, translated into Chinese, it is "Big Demon King", and it is a little embarrassed.
Those people were stunned.
No matter which country or tribe is in, "the great devil" is not a good word.
The bird killed the wicked and saved all of them.
But he said that he was called the Great Devil.
However, the Great Demon King is the Great Demon King.
"Thank you, Lord Great Demon, for saving us."
The young man crawled on the ground and said.
Others also crawled on the ground and said:
"Thank you, Lord Great Demon, for saving it."
"We will pray for the Great Demon Lord every day from now on."
"If there were no Lord Great Demon, maybe we would die at the hands of the saints of the Holy Light Legion one day. Thank you, Great Demon."
Wen Zilong couldn't help feeling a little happy feeling when he listened to the heartfelt gratitude of those people and looked at the gratitude in their eyes.
It turns out that helping others is also a kind of happiness.
It seems that I should be a bloodthirsty bird that helps others in the future.
Wen Zilong waved to them and let them stand flat.
Then he came to the sniper's holy son and grabbed the sniper rifle with his claws.
Handed to Wen Yuqi: "Don't you shoot?"
Wen Yuqi nodded, took it, and took it in her hand and fiddled with it twice.
Seeing her skillful technique, Wen Zilong said: "It seems that he is an old driver using a gun."
Wen Yuqi gave Wen Zilong a blank look and looked a little excited.
To be honest, she really likes guns.
But in the past, except for being able to touch the gun while practicing shooting, there were basically no chances at other times.
Now there is a chance.
And it is her favorite sniper rifle.
Wen Zilong said to Wen Yuqi: "Look around and see if there are any bullets from sniper rifles."
Wen Yuqi shook his head: "No, this sniper rifle uses universal bullets. The bullets in these guns around are OK."
"Well, that's good. From now on, you will be my sniper. When I am bullied, you must cover me; when I am bullied, you must cover me."
Wen Yuqi stroked the gun body with some love and said, "Don't worry, with me here, you can't die."
"Let's go, go to the next city."
Meanwhile, in Wagda City, fifty kilometers away from Yagda City.
The bald saint who escaped was standing in front of the Son of Wagda, recalling with horror.
After hearing this, Navagda's Holy Son frowned.
He had already received news that the saints in two cities were destroyed.
At this time, he heard the bald saint say this again, and he had no doubt about the strange bird.
The bald Saint Tak finally said, "That strange bird, let me bring you a sentence to Lord Saint Son: Their devil legion is here."
The Holy Son of Wagda, who was walking, paused slightly when he heard this.
A killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!