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The housing agency also noticed the commotion outside, but under normal circumstances, no one would come to this hospital, so he chose to hide here.

But, that's usually the case.

The real estate agent didn't expect that the priest didn't care about Xia Ren, but went directly to the cemetery.

Now the goal of all heretics is to overturn the entire town, and they must find this outsider, but in this way, the real estate agent who planned to lie all the way to the end will suffer.

He saw that a pagan had broken through the wall and was walking towards this side.

"It's troublesome now."

The real estate agent showed a wry smile.

His current body is extremely weak, not to mention escaping, and now it is more difficult to get out of the window.

"I don't want to die so soon..."

The real estate agent took out the dark water from his arms, took a sip, and lifted his spirits.

At this time, the heretic who rushed in found his figure, and immediately ran over with a weapon in hand.

The real estate agent wiped the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to him, and spread his fingers.

4 Chapter [-] Bomb Ren Awakens! (third change)

Ruined! "

The tentacles waved and threw the heretic high into the air. Xia Ren turned around at the same time and threw the crowbar out, inserting it into the chest of another heretic, and then ran over with a few strides. The stick was pulled out, and a large cloud of dark blood was brought out.

The pagan who was kicked by him knocked down the companion who had just arrived, and together they knocked a huge gap in the solid wall behind.

More and more heretics were coming, Xia Ren glanced around, and escaped from the gap just knocked out without hesitation.

"Crack!"

A strange cry came from the mouth of a pagan, and then,

"Ka Ka" "Ka Ka Ka"

"Kakakakakakaka..."

The dense sound is like the locusts shaking their wings collectively, and the surrounding air is shaking together.

If one looked from above, one could clearly see that large numbers of heretics were rushing towards Xia Ren from all directions like a black torrent.

Every ten meters he walked, he would inevitably have to fight the enemy once.

Moreover, these heretics are extremely difficult. The distortion brought about by fungal parasites has greatly enhanced their physique, making them far more than ordinary people in terms of speed and strength, and they are very resistant to fighting. Even with Xia Ren's strength, light Even with fists and kicks, they can't effectively kill them. Only crowbars can cause obvious injuries to them.

Xia Ren felt that he had become the prey of the ant colony, and the enemies he faced seemed to be endless, and he couldn't kill them all.

If he gets into a fight, he will grind these heretics to death!

And even if it is not completely surrounded, the current situation is not optimistic.

The smog pervading the town has increased the growth rate of the nerve fungus. Xia Ren's condition is getting worse, and under the influence of the disease, his physical energy consumption has also increased greatly. Now just escaping has already consumed all of his experience. , If this continues, let alone going to the church to find that transcendent thing, he will soon die of exhaustion on the way!

Although he knew from the beginning that it would be impossible to act in such a densely populated enemy, but he never thought that it would be so troublesome, or that he had no choice but to Do.

Quantity leads to a qualitative change. Xia Ren would rather face the apostles than face these monsters.

"Continuing like this is not an option. I want to change my fighting style as soon as possible. The heathen's physical strength does not know the end, but if I continue to run away blindly, not only will I not be able to achieve my goal, but it will also put me in an irreparable disadvantage. "

However, in this case, what else can be done?

While running, Xia Ren was thinking, observing the surrounding environment, and fighting the heretics blocking the road ahead. It could be said that he was multitasking.

"Have it!"

Ways to thwart the heretics.

Xia Ren suddenly leaned down to avoid the attack of a heretic in front of him. At the same time, he swung the crowbar and plunged the hooked part into the opponent's body. Then he stopped, centered on himself, and dragged the opponent to throw it After two laps, all the surrounding enemies were temporarily forced back.

After all this was done, the pitiful screams of the poor heathen were already piercing, and could be heard far away.

Xia Ren threw him heavily to the ground, and then stomped on his head, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Although the pagans around didn't have much fear of death, seeing such a brutal scene, some instincts left in their hearts made them stop for a while, not daring to go forward.

"Look, the plane!"

In the extremely tense atmosphere, Xia Ren's abrupt and somewhat absurd words played an unexpected role. All the heathen's energy was concentrated on him. After hearing this sentence, they subconsciously followed the direction he pointed look.

Of course nothing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ren did not encounter any obstacles, and plunged into the closed restaurant nearby.

The pagans reacted, knowing that they were being tricked, made an angry "click" sound, and rushed in.

But after all, the reaction was a step slower, so naturally it was empty.

Xia Ren had already broken through the roof and escaped from above.

At this moment, each of his shoulders was carrying several tens of kilograms of gas tanks, his eyes were shining with excitement, and there was a wanton smile on his face.

This feeling is like when they were chased by the Sons of Wind in the Moka Desert.

It's dangerous, but it's exciting because of the danger!

The fighting factor in Xia Ren's body has been fully activated!

The momentum has not dissipated, and he is still in the air, looking at the angry heretics below, and laughing.

"Hahahahaha, you idiots, try the power of modern technology!"

He opened his mouth and bit off the valve of the gas tank. Under the huge pressure, the liquid gas inside finally found a release point and spewed out wildly.

The corner of Xia Ren's mouth was ferocious, and he threw the leaked tank down, and shouted at the same time:

"Times have changed!"

The heretics didn't even have sense, obviously they couldn't be expected to have much wisdom. Facing the jars thrown down, they didn't try to stop them, but treated them as simple weapons and avoided them all.

Then the gas tank collided with the tiled floor, sending out sparks.

next moment.

"boom--"