"Sorin, wait for me." The culprit of protective clothing followed, and the bird in the bird cage in his hand hit the bird cage anxiously.

The surroundings were dark at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a shrill and sharp alarm sounded over the church.

The church members turned around and countless eyes were focused on Wang Yao standing at the door.

Wang Yao ignored everyone and swept across the church. The most eye-catching thing was the black shadow swallowed by flames in the middle of the church.

He comes one step later.

Wang Yao resisted the discomfort in his heart and changed his eyes. He then saw two figures tied side by side to the ladder.

Rose, Sharon. Only...Little Anna.

His eyes swept through the blurred mask and passed through the church members under the steps. He tried to find the low and thin figure in the crowd.

No.

Wang Yao's pupils contracted, and his heart felt like he was tightly held by a big hand, almost breathless. Under the protective suit, the blood-filled gaze was filled with incredible and despair, looking at the black charcoal directly above the bonfire.

As darkness descended, oil lamps hanging in the corners lit up one after another, and bonfires illuminated the church. The firelight shone on everyone, and compared with the outside world, it was extremely warm and safe.

"Sorin, Ersen, you are back, the Lord is protecting you." The crowd made a way, and Bishop Chrys passed through the church, looking up at Wang Yao on the steps, his tone was full of care. Just like the tone of a mother to her children.

This is a middle-aged woman wearing a gray bishop's robe with fluffy and curly hair. Compared with the church members around her, her clothes and face are much cleaner.

She made it her own way to burn Alesa to death.

"Sorin" walked down the steps and stepped on the steps with heavy steps. He raised his hand to unzip the zipper behind him.

Chrys looked at him with a kind smile. The protective suit lost its support, like a deflated ball, quickly limping. He rolled down on the steps and stopped at the bishop's feet.

"Who are you? Where is Thorin!" Bishop Chrys's expression changed. The church members behind him also began to be uproar.

Appearing behind the protective suit was a young man with black hair and black eyes. His originally white shirt was covered with blood and dark purple blood. His hands were wrapped around bandages, and four fingers were missing on his left hand. In his right hand, he held an old-fashioned hunting rifle.

"Who am I? God Slayer." Wang Yao's cold voice without any emotion rang out, lifting his hunting rifle and pulling the trigger.

Bang--

The gunshot echoed, and many people covered their ears. However, Wang Yao frowned. Because at the moment of shooting, a figure rushed up and blocked the bishop.

A male monk in his forties was stained with blood on his chest and lay down on the ground.

The crowd became messy, screaming and noise were chaotic.

Chrys was protected by the believers and hid behind the crowd.

Several loyal believers surrounded him, and it was too late to get another shot. Wang Yao turned his shotgun and waved it, and the wooden gun handle hit a believer's cheek. His teeth mixed with blood and flew across. In Wang Yao's eyes, these people's movements and slow motion were undoubtedly. But his body was unable to keep up with his reaction speed at this time.

Otherwise, hitting these middle-aged people who are powerless is like playing.

"Danny, Little Anna, I was wrong. I have always been thinking from the perspective of others. I think they have relatives and feelings that cannot be left behind." Wang Yao said to himself, and no one understood what he was saying.

The believer hugged Wang Yao from behind. Wang Yao struggled for a few times and couldn't escape. His head suddenly tilted back, knocking the believer's face to a bloody face, and his hands couldn't help but relax.

Wang Yao turned around, picked up the handle of the gun, smashing the cultivator's chin to pieces.

"If they die, their loved ones will feel distressed, sad, and sad. This is also the reason why I have always wanted to save more people. I can't accept death!"

More believers rushed up, and Wang Yao threw out his hunting rifle and hit a believer's eyes. The latter covered his face and fell. At the same time, the strong wind sounded, and a wooden stick hit Wang Yao's temple.

Bang—

Blood flowed from the wound, and Wang Yao turned around, his eyes were neither happy nor sad. This was an old man holding a wooden stick as thick as a wrist in his hands. When he saw Wang Yao looking back at him, he trembled for a moment, and looked frightened.

Wang Yao shook for a few times and insisted on falling down. Seeing Wang Yao's appearance as weak, a ruthless look flashed through his eyes, shouting the doctrine, and raising the wooden stick to smash it down.

Wang Yao raised his hand to block it. The wooden stick broke, but Wang Yao's arm was also weak and drooped. Blood gushed out again, and the blood-filled sleeves were once again penetrated.

"Killing is the way to solve the problem, but not the only way. Killing one person or saving one person."

Wang Yao's body shook, like a drunk person. But after seeing him swaying, he stood firm again, like a tumbler.

Faced with this enemy who could not be defeated, the believers were scared. Some shouted at the devil, some shouted at the doctrine, trying to make God guilt on him.

He staggered and faced many believers. The old man held a short stick in his hand. Seeing that Wang Yao didn't pay attention to him, his desire became more and more swelling. He shouted and rushed over, stabbing Wang Yao's chest with a sharp head.

Wang Yao turned his head, raised his palm, and held the wooden stick tightly. The wooden thorn slid into the flesh and blood, but he didn't even frown.

After all, it was an old man. After being restrained by Wang Yao, he took a few steps back in fear and tripped down to the ground. He didn't have the same ruthlessness as before.

"Even if it is a vicious person, I will not hurt him. Because I have no right to judge other people's lives."

Wang Yao bit the wooden stick and held the handle of the stick with his backhand. His feet swayed, but he walked to the old man with great determination, looked down at him, with a calm expression.

"But... this is my past me. I will be extremely tolerant of the good. I will forgive the evil ones once, only once."

The old man couldn't understand what Wang Yao was saying, but he heard Wang Yao's tone of determination. He asked for help and said, "Help! This devil wants to kill me!"

The others didn't dare to come up, so the old man moved back and began to beg for mercy: "Don't kill me...please."

"You have no chance." Wang Yao looked indifferent, and the wooden stick was like Lang Keanus's gun, piercing into the old man's heart in full view of everyone.

Blood stained red-brown clothes and turned black.

The thorn seemed to have used all its strength. Wang Yao shook it a few times and finally stepped back and fell on the steps.

Until this time, other believers seemed to wake up and under the order of Bishop Chrys, they subdued Wang Yao, who had lost too much blood and was unconscious, to the ground.

The cheeks pressed against the cold steps, making Wang Yao's consciousness slightly awake. His eyes were unable to open, and the ghosts were briefly revealed, and the surroundings gradually became clear.

Countless legs come into view. Men's, women's, elderly, children... children?

A short figure was among countless legs, wearing a shabby and dirty wide dress. This was a little girl with big eyes looking at Wang Yao.

"Little Anna?!" Wang Yao's lips opened and closed, and his eyes were rekindled with excitement.

It was great not to die. At this moment, the stone pressing on Wang Yao's heart finally fell. He could feel his body temperature dropping and his heartbeat gradually weakening...

Little Anna hurried behind the church members, looking at Wang Yao without blinking. She did not come to save her, which also made him feel a little disappointed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the little guy would rush up regardless of it. It would be better to die one than to die two.

"Sir, what should I do with this pagan?" A believer picked up a hunting rifle and bullets scattered on the ground and stood beside Chrys respectfully.

"Prepare for the stolen!" Chrys's chest was slightly up and down, and she had not yet eased from the horror she had just been hiding in the church and was pampered and had not encountered such danger for a long time.

The second floor stairs are on both sides of the gate. If you want to stolen, you have to go to the second floor, tie him to the ladder, then tilt him down, hang him above the bonfire, and roast him to death.

Several people raised Wang Yao and walked up the steps to move towards the gate.

"You can't do this!" Rose, tied to the wooden ladder, struggled constantly. "You are simply demons!"

"You've done a good job, live." Wang Yao's mouth kept opening and closing, and he said to Xiao Anna slowly and silently, then showed a peaceful smile.

Although for some reason, the arrested little Anna sneaked into them, it was finally a good thing to be alive.

it's all over.

Everything is passing by. Chainsaw, Resident Evil, Death is coming, Silent Hill. Harlena, Alice, everyone...

Several screams sounded, and Wang Yao opened his eyes weakly, but what he saw was the scene where Anna squeezed out of the crowd and rushed over.

As if it was a revival, Wang Yao's will suddenly wake up.

"No!" Wang Yao shouted, but it was useless. Little Anna came stubbornly and pushed away the unexpected believer on both sides. Her thin body supported Wang Yao's fallen figure.

She dragged and pulled Wang Yao out of the church and ran outside. In her opinion, the people here were far more terrifying than the monsters outside.

Next to Chrys, the cultist who picked up the hunting rifle loaded the bullet and aimed at the two people at the door.

Bang!

The bullet is out of the cavity.

"Be careful!" Wang Yao screamed. He burst out his last power, poked out his hand, and tried to grab the bullet that ran towards the two of them.

You must seize it, you must seize it!

The bloodshot in his eyes burst, dyeing Wang Yao's black eyes red, and he looked extremely crazy.

Puff—

The bullet penetrated Wang Yao's palm, but the remaining strength did not decrease.

Blood suddenly appeared, and little Anna rushed forward and collapsed weakly in Wang Yao's arms.

"Mom..." Little Anna whispered in a low voice, smiling and peacefully appeared on her tender face. At the last moment of her life, she received the praise and care she had always dreamed of.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The believers approached, and the sound of shooting rifles loading sounded behind them.

Wang Yao gently placed Xiao Anna on the ground, glanced at everyone in the church, and slowly retreated out of the gate, hiding in the darkness.
Chapter completed!