Evening Bell Church

Faced with the shooting of these deep divers again, Su Ge suddenly opened the iron umbrella in his hand to block in front of him.

However, the huge force of the bullets hitting it made it difficult for Su Ge to increase his speed.

What shocked Su Ge even more was that these deep divers had iron nets that could be ejected and harpoon guns that could be projected in addition to automatic rifles.

Under Su Ge's gaze, the cooperation of these deep divers was comparable to that of the most elite special forces.

Fire suppression was carried out in front, and the iron net was sprayed at Su Ge on the left, while the harpoon gun was shot at Su Ge on the right.

On the other hand, the bearded deep divers muttered a few words in their mouths, and a large number of tentacles appeared from somewhere and entangled Su Ge.

Faced with such an attack, Su Ge really gave up the fight, holding the iron umbrella and retreating violently, and then waved his hand, and the surrounding fog rushed over, covering his body.

At this time, the two back hands left by Su Ge had been completely connected, producing an extremely dense fog.

Facing this kind of fog, visibility is less than half a meter, standing in it makes people feel very lonely and helpless.

Tick! Tick!

The rain on the eaves slowly fell. The heavy rain in the sky has stopped, and it seems that the fog has completely isolated the statue, and the weather has temporarily returned to normal.

Su Ge shook his numb palms, retreated to Cheryl and said: "Let's go, these deep divers are not easy to deal with now."

"You just leave them here?" Cheryl asked.

Su Ge shook his head slightly: "They are not very aggressive, and their main purpose is to protect the statue. Albert should have rescued Macoq and others now. Facing this kind of attack, I can't deal with it myself. Albert, who has electric abilities, is a good helper."

"Your means should not be so poor." Cheryl said.

Su Ge held her hand and walked in the fog and said: "I am implementing my settings now."

The fog was really big, and it had penetrated into every corner of the entire ship along the room and windows.

Even the hall was covered by fog at this time.

The people squatting on the ground actually felt a sense of relief and security after being surrounded by the fog, like a frightened child hiding in a reassuring corner and breathing a sigh of relief.

"What's going on!?" When the people were relieved, the cultists suddenly fell into panic.

There was no fog in their plan, and this fog was too weird.

"The summoning ceremony was destroyed, and a difficult guy came." At this time, Malki's voice came from the fog.

Hearing this, the people squatting on the ground were suddenly lifted up, and then they thought of the brave and confident hero just now: Mr. Drake.

"Mr. Drake is so powerful."

"Is Mr. Drake a clergyman of the church?"

"It's possible. The church must know these cultists and has prepared in advance."

"Anyway, it was Mr. Drake who saved our lives."

The people whispered with gratitude at this time.

A dozen cultists looked in the general direction, and the gloomy young man asked: "What should we do? High Priest?"

Malki said calmly: "That guy probably can't escape the encirclement of these elite deep divers. Now we can only bring forward the forbidden banquet."

"High Priest, the fog is too thick, I can't find your location! What should I do? "A cultist looked around blankly and asked helplessly.

Malki said calmly: "Just stay where you are."

After that, she walked towards the crowd along the road in her memory.

It's useless to kill these people directly.

Malki's plan is to wait for the Son of God to come, let these people fall into frenzy first, gather enough crazy souls, and then lead the remaining people into the dream as nourishment for the Son of God.

When the Son of God is almost developed, the power of the God of Dreams can be activated to cover the entire ship, devour everyone, and complete the development.

However, now, Malki is sure that part of the power of the great true god has entered the body of the Son of God, and the Son of God has almost been conceived.

But the Son of God could not be born because of a strange obstacle and this huge fog.

She could only put these people into a frenzy state in advance and offer crazy souls so that the Son of God could get enough power to be born successfully.

Although the Son of God would be relatively weak, this was the only way now.

Because she felt vaguely that this fog was not ordinary, and it was very likely that another powerful god who was no less powerful than Cthulhu would come.

While these cultists were preparing for the ceremony, Su Ge walked in quietly and found a cultist close to the crowd by detecting the aftermath of the evening bell.

Silently walked behind him, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and the long sword in his hand had cut his neck.

! ! !

The people squatting on the ground on the side suddenly widened their eyes and looked extremely excited when they saw this.

Su Ge put the body down with a smile, and then made a hush gesture, indicating that they should not move.

After seeing this, these people nodded like chickens pecking at rice, with a look of excitement and joy on their faces.

After quietly dealing with one, Su Ge walked towards the second one not far away.

The cold light flashed again, and the cultist died.

Just when Su Ge was about to kill the third one, the flesh and blood monster not far away seemed to sense Su Ge's presence.

Then it let out a howl and took clumsy steps to rush directly towards Su Ge.

Facing this monster, Su Ge rushed forward suddenly and punched it silently.

With a heavy sound of falling to the ground, the bones of its limbs were directly shattered and it could no longer move.

"Enemy attack!" Hearing this sound, the other cultists immediately let out a long howl.

Malki was shocked, and then continued to pray in a low voice without being moved.

Since he was discovered, Su Ge no longer assassinated slowly. With a swing of the long sword, Su Ge's body rushed out like a leopard. Relying on the positioning of the aftermath of the evening bell, he easily found several cultists nearby, one sword at a time, and killed three more in one minute.

"Who! Where are you! Where are you!" The remaining cultists were so scared that their faces turned pale. At this time, they gathered together back to back, holding the weapons in their hands tightly and roaring tremblingly.

"Don't blame me for being rude if you don't come out!" the gloomy-faced young man said, grabbing a handful of things with both hands and placing them in his palms, and then a raging flame rose in his hands.

The hot flames seemed to dispel some of the fog, and everything around gradually became clear.

"Burn the entire hall!" The gloomy-faced young man threatened and threw the fireball in his hand.

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound.

An invisible sword energy flashed by, and the gloomy-faced young man then bled from all seven orifices, collapsed to the ground, and died.