[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

"You can do whatever you want, just to vent your anger."

The tall indifferent man embraced his woman, pointed at us, and said in a generous tone as if he was saying to his girlfriend: "Buy whatever you like."

A cool air rose from behind me.

When I saw Saiqila really wiped away the tears and looked at us fiercely with red and swollen eyes, I froze.

Looking sideways hurriedly, Kuroro didn't say anything.The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, as if he was thinking about a difficult question.In any case, he obviously has no countermeasures for the predicament in front of him.

And Sai Qila has come to me step by step.

I stared blankly at her disgusted and fierce eyes staring at me, feeling flustered and dazed.

What exactly is going on?

Something seems wrong.

Such an attitude... Does she have a big grudge against me?

why me?

"You..." I whispered in my throat, hesitated and didn't say it.

Saiqila stood in front of me, lowered her head, her eyes scraped across my face inch by inch like a knife.I looked up at her, and quickly calculated in my heart: this distance can capture her!

I know that there is a blade hidden in the palm of Kuroro's hand, which can cut off the tendons that bind his hands at any time, and so can Feitan's flame.No matter how bad it is, I still have the spirit of speech.

But if Saiqila is held hostage, Dehan and the first team will attack, and people from the Black Dragon Society outside will also surround them.

Although the relationship is ambiguous, can a Saiqila really blackmail the other party?

And if you forcefully break in, I can deal with the guns, and the psychic on the opposite side can temporarily get rid of it by relying on words and companions, but there are hundreds of encirclements outside...

Still can't escape.

So negotiate?Use my precious word spirit to stun the Black Dragon Society?Can Dehan impress?

My heart was in a mess, and I was inexplicably pessimistic——from Dehan to Saiqila, their number of paths was very strange!Don't know their pulse at all!

Saiqila's face was ever-changing, she looked at my face for a long time, and suddenly raised her hand——

She is going to do it!

"Stop!" I yelled, took half a step back, and asked her calmly, "What are you doing?"

Saikira's hands froze in mid-air.

If it wasn't for my speaking spirit, she would have slapped me—with the strength of her hand, it would have smashed half of my face!

As a last resort, I had no choice but to take action first, wherever I went!

"Bitch!" Saiqila gritted her teeth.

I frowned, took another half step back, and said in a deep voice, "Is there a misunderstanding... When did I offend you?"

Seeing her look like a rival in love, and being beaten and scolded by her, I couldn't figure it out, my blood surged up, and I couldn't help saying: "Are you out of your mind?"

Behind her, Dehan snorted coldly, and a group of Black Dragon members who were on standby came up in unison, forming a circle with loaded guns and aiming at us.

And Kurolo hasn't made a move yet.

My hair was dripping with cold sweat, and the barrel of the gun behind me almost pierced my back.I didn't dare to retreat any more, and I didn't speak any more. I stared at Saiqila closely, with the words in my mouth, like walking on thin ice.

The strength of Yan Ling faded, Sai Qila sneered, and the palm was wrapped in a strong wind and hit him hard.

I froze on the spot and closed my eyes subconsciously, not knowing whether I should take this or not.

What is this called? !

A soft sigh sounded, and Saiqila's palm stopped on my cheek.

I opened my eyes, and the priest in black was standing behind Saiqila, holding her right hand tightly with his right hand.

"Saiqila," the pastor said with a slight smile on his face, "is that really the case? I never thought that you would be so disobedient."

"Andrew!" Saiqila turned her head as if her tail had been stepped on, and said in a resentful voice, "Are you going to stop me now?"

Panting with lingering fear, I took two steps to the side and hid half of my body behind Kuroro.

Right at my fingertips, Saiqila stared at the pastor, and pointed her other hand at my face, her voice was almost full of jealousy and resentment: "Is she so good? You can't find her." Bei, if you don’t say anything to me in the cold, you still want to fight me now?!”

"How old is she! Are you crazy!"

Me, me, what did I hear?

I ignored Saiqila's finger that almost poked my face, and looked at the priest behind her in horror, as if I had seen a ghost!

At the same time, I couldn't help but squeezed hard towards Kuroro, thinking: How long are you going to wait?I understand, these people are crazy!madman!There is no reason to speak!

Can only do it!

The pastor's peaceful face finally twitched.He looked down at Sai Qila, his light brown eyes were frozen, and he whispered: "I didn't want to be so early..."

With a creak, Saiqila let out a painful and unbelievable scream, and was thrown aside.Her arm, which was held by the pastor before, was twisted and drooping, and it was actually broken.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be an instant silence in the ears, and there was a sound of wind in the distance.Someone gasped in horror.

My eyes widened in surprise—the shack in front of me was distorted and blurred like an illusion dissolving, replaced by an endless snowfield!

I suddenly looked up, and the crude plank above my head disappeared.It should be daytime, but what greets the eyes is the black night sky, dark without stars, and a huge full moon hangs high.

"Welcome to my illusion." The pastor murmured softly.

Is this an illusion?

It was as if they were transferred to the empty snow field in an instant, facing Dehan, Vincent, Franklin, the pastor and Saiqila in front of them, and their companions were all still there.But the members of the Black Dragon Society who threatened us with guns behind them disappeared, and the hundreds of troops outside the shed also disappeared.

There are only a few people in the snowy wilderness,

My hands that were tied tightly behind my back suddenly loosened and then warmed up.I was startled, and when I turned my head, I saw that Kuroro had somehow freed his hands. At this time, he cut off the tendons that bound me, and held my hand with one hand.

He didn't look at me, but looked down, his eyes were half covered by the broken hair on his forehead, and his expression was serious and unpredictable.

I followed his gaze subconsciously, and was surprised to find that there was a thick layer of snow under everyone else's feet, and only me and Kurolo were covered with familiar garbage!

The snow all over the ground seemed to have been melted, revealing the rubbish-strewn ground of Meteor Street!

From the corner of the eye, we saw our hands clasped—no, the illusion was melted!

I suddenly raised my head and looked around. It was still the same quiet snowy night, with endless silvery white in sight.

I looked nervously at the pastor who caused all this, and when I met his hazel calm eyes, I shivered suddenly.

"Andrew!" Behind him, Dehan shouted in a deep voice, "What did you do—"

His voice disappeared suddenly, and the whole figure was grasped by an invisible giant hand, and he rolled backwards several times, leaving a trace on the snow, and then collapsed on the ground with twisted muscles and bones, dead!

Saiqila let out a startled sound in her throat, and pressed her hands firmly, looking at the pastor in horror.

The pastor withdrew his hand that was stretched behind him.

He looked down at me, no, it was the fading illusion under me, his expression was indescribable.

"That's the power..." He murmured to himself, and then under my guarded stare, he suddenly made an unexpected movement——

The pastor was facing me, he fell short, and knelt down on the snow on one knee!

He lowered his head, put his hand on his chest, and made a gesture like saluting to me. He said with a solemn expression, "My God! Your follower, former Holy See Cardinal Andrew Sabins, offers you his pious faith!"

I froze in place, completely dumbstruck by him.

There was an awkward silence all around.

The pastor looked up at me with piercingly bright eyes, and said in a pious tone, "My God, please accept my allegiance."

I was stared at by him, I just felt creepy, and for a moment I just wanted to jump up and run away.

Under the moonlight, the snow-capped snow field reflected pure splendor, there were shadows cast by everyone on the ground, and the sound of empty and distant wind came from my ears.

The illusion was terrifyingly real.

This is the pastor's illusion. There is no doubt that everyone is stepping on his domain and under his control.He just raised his hand, and somehow killed that Dehan of the Black Dragon Society!

And the pastor...is a madman?

This lunatic is still kneeling in front of me on one knee, maintaining a meticulous salute posture, looking at me with piercing eyes, expecting my reply.

I didn't dare to leave him alone, and I didn't dare to follow him rashly, so I said frightenedly: "... What's wrong with you?"

The dry Haoxuan didn't cry from fright.

Kuroro squeezed my hand so hard that I almost couldn't hold back my expression.

The pastor said again: "My God, please accept the allegiance of Andrew Sabins. He will offer you all his faith, loyalty and strength!"

What else can I do?

"Okay, okay." I said, shaking my lips.

The pastor stood up.

He took a step towards me, and I dodged with great reaction, bumping into Kuroro.

The pastor stopped, and I calmed down and asked him, "What do you want to do?"

"My God came for the final judgment, right?" The pastor looked down at me with a calm expression and a submissive tone.

Doomsday?

I looked at him blankly, and nodded tentatively.

The priest's expression suddenly brightened. This was the first time he showed obvious emotional fluctuations.I stared at him nervously, not knowing if I was right, for fear that he would explode and hurt others.

The pastor quickly regained his composure, and said, "So, my God will follow me back to the Holy Court."

I am stunned.

"Andrew!" At this moment, Saiqila suddenly spoke.Her voice was not loud, but it interrupted my conversation with the pastor, and I was almost grateful for her courage.

The pastor also looked at me questioningly.I was afraid that he would end up losing Saiqila again, so I dared to say: "Listen to her first."

After such a delay, Sai Qila asked cautiously: "Do you know what you are doing?" There was still some concern in the voice of mourning and fear.

It seemed she too thought the pastor was crazy.

The pastor turned back and approached her, his voice softened, and there was actually some emotion in it: "Saiqila, I have said it from the beginning. My body can belong to you, but my heart will always belong to my God."

Sai Qila sat down on the ground, pointed at me, and said anxiously: "But look at her, she's just a little girl! You..."

The pastor squatted in front of her, reached out and stroked her shoulder, and said gently, "No, that's my God."

I shivered violently, while his attention was diverted, I pulled Kuroro's hand hard, and looked at him anxiously.

With a sullen face, Kuroro mouthed to me: follow him.

I was so scared that I wanted to cry.

Kuroro turned his head and looked behind him, Feitan's hands were free, and so was Maggie, but Pike, Lan and Yan were still tied up, and they didn't dare to untie their companions for fear of alarming the priest.Everyone stood motionless on the snowy ground, feeling terrified and powerless about the situation in front of them.

"Sai," a suffocated call came from the opposite side, the voice was the man who made the beast.

I looked back, and saw the pastor's eyebrows drooping gently. In his palm, Saiqila's face was complicated to the point of contortion, and he had already cut off her throat!

"Goodbye, my love," said the pastor softly.

I just felt a chill rising up, as if I saw an evil ghost in human skin under the moonlight.

After solving Sai Qila, the pastor came to me again.

Maybe it was because my eyes were too surprised, but the pastor actually took the initiative to explain: "My god, don't worry, I will answer your confusion for you."

"April [-]th, [-] is the day when our God came down." The pastor said slowly.

What Advent?I thought to myself, I have been here for so long, I don't know how many years it is now.

"After that, thousands of God's servants were looking for the traces of my God, and the lost took the opportunity to control the Holy Court. Now I also ask my God to return to the Holy Court with me, and judge them first before the millennium comes."

"You let me go with you?" I thought that I couldn't avoid the disaster, looked around the illusion of the snowy field, and asked him, "How do we go?"

"Can my god see the illusion?" the priest said, "With the support of my god's belief, I can maintain it forever. The illusion will exclude extra people for us. My god will wait until the other issues here are resolved. Man, we can hit the road."

"Wait!" I stopped him loudly, "What is a person who solves this problem?"

"Of course it is to kill."

"You, I can go with you! But you have to let go of my companions first! You can't hurt them." I clenched my fists and said to him.

While I was staring nervously at him, the pastor bowed his head, and although he still had a gentle and respectful tone, he obviously disapproved and said, "My God, although you came to hell by accident, you shouldn't be friends with sinners in hell. Please let me I get rid of them for you..."

"How dare you!" I yelled sharply, looking at him fiercely: "Don't touch my companion, or if I don't leave, you don't want to leave either."

No matter how bad it is, that's all. Shit illusion, let's all die here.

"That's the look in my eyes. Praise my God." The pastor sighed softly, bowed his head to me again, and performed a simple etiquette with one hand on his chest: "I understand."

Not seeing any movement from him, the illusion of Yeyue Xueyuan was shattered silently, the surrounding real scene reappeared, and the members of the Black Dragon Society who had been shielded out also reappeared.

Back in the shed again, the surroundings were in chaos.

"Out again!" someone yelled.

"Young master!" The leader of the Black Dragon Society threw himself in front of Dehan's body and shouted in horror, "Master Dehan is dead!"

The leader was found dead, and the men who had been behind us with guns were about to shoot.

The pastor was still standing opposite me. With a wave of his hand, a group of black vests behind us fell silently.When I looked back, I was completely dead.

Looking back at the effortless pastor, I felt extremely apprehensive.

"My God, do we need to get rid of them all?" The pastor looked at the chaos around him and asked in a gentle voice.

I nodded.

So I just watched the pastor just waved his hands in all directions, and the black vests all over the valley fell down in rows, no matter how far or near, it was easier than cutting wheat.

Silently, the black dragons gathering people all over the valley, and the heaven and earth net that made us helpless, all died like this, leaving only corpses scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that my face was pale with fright, the pastor explained well: "I pulled them into the illusion and killed them. My god need not be surprised, this is already a power beyond the limit. If I don't have faith in my god, I can't make it happen."

"Now, my god can say goodbye to your friend."

I trembled all over, turned my head to look at Kuroro's dark eyes, tightly clenched his hand and refused to let go, bit my lip, and looked sad and indignant.

Just as he was about to let him go and say goodbye, the pastor said from the side, "My God, you can take him away."

I turned my head abruptly and looked at him suspiciously and vigilantly, only to see the pastor smiled gently at me, and said in a respectful and calm tone, "If I keep him, my god will probably not feel at ease and leave with me."

This, this is to leave Kuroro as a hostage!

I was shaking with anger, and at the same time I was shocked: I have such a clear mind, is he a lunatic? !

What is his purpose?

When it was announced that he would stay, Kuroro was much calmer than me, or he has always been calm.

Pressing my shoulder comfortingly, he turned his head and said to his companions who had already untied their restraints: "Leave first."

Fei Tan and him looked at each other, nodded, and turned away silently.

Madge and Pike had reddened eyes and worried expressions, but they quickly followed him and walked towards the exit of the valley.Lan pulled the cigarette to keep up.

I stood side by side with Kuroro, watching their backs quickly walk past the dead bodies.There is no time for sadness, when I heard a bang behind me, I turned around quickly.

The pastor's hand was raised, and the man who made the beast fell to the ground, dead.

"My god, wait a moment." The pastor said, looking at Franklin who was standing still.I was surprised why they didn't resist, but found that Franklin's burly body was trembling slightly, as if he was bound invisibly and was struggling to break free.

"Wait," Kuroro said suddenly, while shaking my hand secretly, "he's mine."

I was startled, and when the pastor looked over unhurriedly, I hurriedly shouted: "Hey, let him go!" Fearing that he wouldn't believe me, I tried to cover it up by saying: "He is also a companion!"

The pastor stopped and sighed: "Why does my God want to be friends with the sinners of hell? You can go."

Franklin narrowly escaped death without a word, and as soon as he was free he walked out, nodding slightly as he passed us.

"As for this, Vincent Harriken."

The pastor lowered his murderous hand, looked at the only remaining pale man, and said to me, "My god, the Haricon family is quite powerful in the secular world, and it's still useful for us to bring him along."

"The dunya?" I asked.

"It's just outside Meteor Street," the pastor said.

"What is Meteor Street?" Kuroro suddenly asked, which startled me.

The pastor glanced at him and replied indifferently, "Of course it's hell."

The author has something to say: Supplement: April [-]th, [-], the day my God descended.