Chapter 64 The performance begins
This theft of weapons directly confused most law enforcement officers.
Most of them were newcomers who had never been exposed to Shinto, and they did not understand the Shinto that came from outside the Aurora realm. The moment their weapons were stolen, they were stunned on the spot.
Bang bang bang bang——
Continuous gunshots rang out, and the group of law enforcers standing at the front fell to the ground like straw blown by the wind.
The first group opened fire, and more than ten people were lost on the law enforcement side. Yan Xicai was shocked and pulled a law enforcement officer in front of him to use as a shield. At the same time, a silver needle popped out of the side of the ring on his right hand, which was pierced by him and shot. A hornet's nest of law enforcers.
As the law enforcer's flesh and blood was devoured crazily, the red jewels on the surface of the ring lit up, and a mysterious force spread out from Yan Xicai's palm.
"rub!"
Yan Xicai casually threw the drained law enforcer aside, and held his right hand in the air against the hail of bullets.
The next moment, the guns stolen by the seven usurpers seemed to be being ravaged wildly by invisible hands. The straight barrels curled up into a ball, and the bullets exploded into the barrels, injuring their palms!
"Sacrificial vessel?" No. 8 saw this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he raised his right hand and grabbed it towards Yan Xicai.
Just when he was about to steal Yan Xicai's sacrificial vessel, Pu Wen took a step forward, took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, and volleyed it towards the seven people.
On the surface of the rice paper, a dark font is vigorous and powerful——
【Certainly】.
As the word "ding" faded on the paper, the figures of the seven fire usurpers froze at the same time, as if their bodies had been turned into stone sculptures, and they were briefly frozen in place.
Book Shinto, the first level - [Sealed Words].
Seeing this scene, No. 8's heart sank. He didn't expect that this Pu Wen had really mastered the Book of Gods... So how did he get the place to enter the ancient treasure of the art of war? Isn't it blatant cheating for Yan Xicai to have him by his side?
In the midst of lightning and stone fire, a beam of sword light cut out from the darkness, and passed across the neck of a immobilized fire usurper like a crescent moon!
Lu Xuanming in black stopped, his straight blade already soaked in blood. At the same time, a huge head rolled down from the fire usurper behind him...
The seven usurpers of fire will be reduced by one.
"Quickly go!" Lu Xuanming killed one person, but did not continue to attack. Instead, he rushed into the depths of Guzang. "We are not their opponents! Run separately!!"
This sentence also woke up the other law enforcers. They turned around without hesitation and scattered in all directions.
Although there were more than seventy of them, they were slaughtered by several fire usurpers after just one meeting. Although with Yan Xicai's sacrificial weapon, Pu Wen's calligraphy skills, and the sudden attack of Lu Xuanming, they barely managed to replace one of the usurpers. Fire, but when other fire usurpers break free from the [Ding] word, they can still easily kill them all!
A second later, No. 8 was the first to break away from the [Ding] character. He looked at the people fleeing into the ancient Tibetan area in different directions with serious eyes. After hesitating for a long time, he did not choose to pursue them.
"Damn it! No. 14 was beheaded!" The other fire usurpers resumed their actions and looked extremely ugly when they saw the separated corpses of their companions.
"We underestimated the enemy too much." No. 8 spoke slowly, "Yan Xicai, Lu Xuanming, and Pu Wen, these three people are all very powerful young people in Aurora City... How could they not have any means of self-defense when they entered the Bing Dao Ancient Cang? ?”
"The main thing is that Pu Wen." Zhong Yaoguang gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for his book magic, we would have stolen Yan Xicai's sacrificial weapon and Lu Xuanming's knife in an instant... We must kill them the next time we meet!"
"No. 8, aren't we going to chase him?"
"Don't forget our purpose. The most important thing is to steal the foundation of the Bingshen Dao." No. 8 looked at the direction in which everyone was fleeing and sneered.
"As for them...even if we let them delay for 24 hours and Guzang reopens, so what? Waiting for them outside the door will not be the three law enforcement officers from Aurora City...but a Thief Saint. "
When the other fire usurpers imagined that scene, the corners of their mouths raised one after another, and their hearts suddenly became calm... There was a Thief Saint supporting them outside, what were they afraid of?
"Yes, then let them jump around for a while."
"It's this No. 13, it's really confusing...who is he?"
"No matter what he does, what kind of waves can a dead person make?"
"I just feel like this is all weird..."
"Okay, don't think too much, now everything is focused on stealing the foundation of the Bingshen Dao."
The six fire usurpers turned away from the cliff and walked straight to the depths of the ancient military treasures, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.
I do not know how long it has been,
A bloody palm slowly reached the edge of the cliff.
The whimpering cold wind was like a ghost crying at the bottom of the cliff, and a figure wearing a red opera robe climbed up from the abyss...
Chen Ling spit out a bullet casing from his mouth. The pierced head was being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. His eyes swept across the bloody corpses on the ground, as if he was counting something.
"One, two, three...twelve, thirteen."
"Thirteen people died, and there are still sixty-four people left... The fighting was not intense enough."
[Complete a performance with at least fifty people participating, and ensure that no one survives after the performance is over].
This is the goal of the performance left by Twisted Shinto to Chen Ling.
In other words, he must ensure that everyone dies here within 24 hours... If he alone wanted to kill the other seventy-seven people, it would undoubtedly be extremely difficult. Because among them were seven fire usurpers, as well as Yan Xicai, who held a sacrificial weapon and was surrounded by many law enforcers, Pu Wen, who possessed the divine way of writing, and Lu Xuanming, whose combat power was unknown.
The good news is that Shinto only requires "no survivors" and does not require Chen Ling to kill everyone with his own hands... So Chen Ling personally wrote and directed this "script".
Using his own death as bait to draw fire to other fire usurpers, when the two sides are fighting, he can not only cause casualties without bloodshed, but also use this to escape everyone's sight and control everything in secret...
[Audience Expectation Value +8]
[Current expected value: 35%]
On the edge of the dim cliff, blood dyed the earth scarlet.
Chen Ling, who was wearing a red opera robe, slowly squatted down, put her fingertips between her lips, and then pressed them on the bloody ground... like an actor who was about to start a performance, kissing the stage.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, as if he was completing some kind of ritual, and he murmured:
"The show... begins."