sell leaves

Chapter 95

"This is……"

Art pushed aside the branches blocking the entrance of the cave with his hands, and looked into the cave in a daze.

"What's the matter, uncle?" Fu asked in a low voice, and followed lightly.

In front of them, a thick broken stone pillar with two people embracing each other stood there, cast a long shadow by the sun shining from nowhere, the stairs leading to the stone pillar stretched from the hole to the stone pillar, but it was covered with cracks and moss.

"Tick tick tick ~" I don't know where the sound of water came from, and the dripping water added a touch of aura to this empty place. There was a smell of decay in the air, but I don't know what kind of aroma it was mixed with. Not only was it not unpleasant, but even a little It is refreshing.

This place seems to have existed for a long time...

Art was shocked, it was an ancient ruin!

He slowly stepped up the stone steps and walked towards the broken stone pillar.

Fu looked at this place, followed closely behind Art, and directly grabbed the corner of Art's clothes with her small hands.

Chongming also stopped flying, and landed on Art's shoulder. The Zerg's unique compound eyes observed in all directions.

The whole body of the stone pillar is pure white, and it breaks as if it has been polished, very smooth.

Art slowly floated up, and reached out to touch the section of the stone pillar.

A weapon like a sickle chopped it off...

"brush!"

Break the wind!
Isamu Fujita grabbed Fu's back collar who was still in a daze, and quickly backed away.

On the spot, a sickle slashed straight down, without the slightest awareness of protecting historical relics, it directly split the stone pillar and smashed it on the floor.

"Wow"

The gravel fell to the ground, and a man in a black coat came out from behind the stone pillar with a sly smile.

Is this the believer of the evil god?Yazi looked like he wasn't very smart.

Isamu Fujita sized up the believer of the evil god and kept shaking his head.

Wearing a black coat that hasn't been washed for many days, with a big back comb, gray hair, and a weird smile with eight teeth on his face, that smile is stiff and obscene, making people feel a chill.

"Are all believers of my little brother like this!"

Art felt furious, but luckily he had no believers.

The believer raised his sickle with only one blade again, and then held it like this without moving.

"Ok?"

Fujita was puzzled for a while, and then found that there were many people around him.

One, two densely packed people wearing black coats, combed their hair back, surrounded Isamu Fujita holding a sickle, one blade, two blades.
The best sickle in the whole village was taken away by Fei Duan?No wonder that kid shouted every day that he was a man favored by God.

Isamu Fujita shook his head, now is not the time to be distracted.

"Is there anyone who can speak up? Or, is there anyone who can speak humanly?"

Isamu Fujita held Fuhu behind him, and said to the believers on the opposite side.

"Hehehe~~~"

The believers let out a strange laugh, and then a shadow floated up and turned into a young man.

The man was black all over, with unknown white lines on his face, and held a three-bladed sickle in his hand.

Good guy, the agricultural pioneer of the three swords style!It seems that Fei Duan is not the best at harvesting wheat!

"Hey hey, outlander"

The black-skinned pioneer smiled creepily at first, and then the smile stopped abruptly.

"Do not!!!"

He seemed to have seen something terrifying, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, stepping on a believer's foot.

"He's not a stranger! He's a heathen!!!"

He screamed sharply, and the sound was not at all human-like.

His hand tremblingly pointed at Art: "Kill! Kill him! Absolutely! Absolutely don't let him leave here alive!"

Art stretched out his little finger and plucked his ears: "I know, I know, why are you yelling so loudly!"

He hugged Fu in a rare way (Fu blushed and said again: "Buzz buzz (I can't breathe!)"): "Are you afraid of killing?"

Fu muttered: "No, I'm not afraid."

Art smiled, and his blond hair fluttered with the wind brought by the sickle: "Then, let's dance the killing dance!"

As he spoke, he took Fu's little hand and lifted her foot slightly.

Laws · Divine Words · This is my dance floor!
Golden flowers bloomed unknowingly in the corner of the ruins, and melodious music came from nowhere to accompany the two people in the center.

Atla took Fu's little hand and slowly took a step forward.

This is the dance floor of the gods, and any existence that attempts to offend the gods will be punished.

A man lifts a scythe, he turns to mud

The second man lifted the scythe, he turned into a flower

The third man raised the scythe and he turned into a green leaf

Changes continued, but all believers did not hesitate.

They raised their sickles one after another, and then turned into a garden beside the dance floor.

There is no fear, no regrets, and even more fanaticism, raising the sickle faster and faster.

"This is dedicating oneself to the Lord Cthulhu!!!"

They may have such thoughts, one after another, disappeared from this world.

This dance song was not long, it only lasted less than 10 minutes. At the end of the song, Atra held a curtain call ceremony with her blushing Fu.

Swish!
The sickle fell, but it didn't hit anything.

Another wave of fanatics of evil gods!
"Is it over yet! I want to give you a decent way to die, and I don't want to scare the children. Are you just shameless like this!"

Art almost got his face scratched, and turned his face straight away.

The golden light radiated from him unscrupulously, and the remaining dozens of believers all covered their eyes in an instant.

"Plant! Look straight at me!"

Art flew through the air, roaring.

The believers stopped their hands covering their eyes, closed their eyes, and their faces seemed to be distorted by something, all facing Art.

"Sigh~~~"

A rancid smell emanated from the believers. They began to emit green smoke, and then they seemed to be melted from head to toe, slowly turning into a puddle of stinky water.

A god, even a demigod, is not something everyone can look directly at.

All the followers of evil gods have paid the price for looking directly at God.

except him
Heipi looked directly at Art, and slowly drew a wound on his hand.

He was a little crazy, but under Art's divine power, his movements became extraordinarily slow, which seemed particularly strange.

He lay down slowly, drew a circle on the ground with his own blood, and continued to draw an equilateral triangle in the circle with his blood.

"Hey hey hey."

"It's a big fish."

He said one by one, with a weird smile on his face that humans can't make.

"Heretical gods."

"Wait for the punishment of our evil god!"

"Everything belongs to the evil god!"

He took out all the internal organs and placed them in the middle of the triangle.

The triangle lighted up slowly from the inside to the outside, and the circle also slowly lit up.

The black-skinned agricultural pioneer smiled and lost his breath, and the sacrificial formation has also been completed.

(End of this chapter)