I studied beheading in a mental institution

As for Jialan, her attack method is much simpler.

Not as flashy as Baili Pangpang, not as terrifying as Cao Yuan, she flew into the crowd like a floating bouquet, wandering in the dense rain of attacks.

Seeing a recruit with a higher level of combat or a special one in the Forbidden Ruins, Jia Lan simply fought him twice, and then knocked him unconscious with a punch.

Seeing that the level of all aspects is so-so, he fainted without saying a word.

It was such a simple and unadorned way of attacking, but it caused the recruits around her to fall in large numbers. She was like an emotionless hammer machine, quickly clearing a vacuum around her.

An Qingyu carried the black coffin on his back, and stood motionless on the spot. Countless frosty vines broke out from the ground under his feet, intertwined around him, and fought against many different recruits at the same time.

An Qingyu calmly pushed down her glasses. Under the pale lenses, those eyes exuded a faint grayness, and slowly swept across many recruits...

"Let me see, where are you... hiding?" He muttered to himself.

……

"The situation doesn't seem right?"

The three members of the Church of the Ancient Gods, who were among the recruits, looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of them with strange expressions.

"These people...don't feel like Mr. Qianmo, do they?"

"Yeah, they appeared at the same time, which means that it's not a tactical illusion created by Mr. Qianmo relying on the time difference. ?”

"Yes, but didn't they say they belonged to the Church of the Ancient Gods? If it wasn't Lord Qianmo, who could they be?"

Among the three, the skinny recruit frowned and pondered for a long time, as if thinking of something, his expression was extremely gloomy!

"I probably understand..."

"what?"

"They are not members of the Church of the Ancient Gods at all."

"No way? It's not ours. Why did you kill the instructor, dismantle the town monument, and destroy this training camp? Why did you predict our motives so accurately?"

"Haven't you noticed?" The skinny recruit pointed to the members of the [Night Curtain] team, "Their strikes looked fierce and deadly, but in fact every move avoided the vital point, and they just stunned the recruits. , and toss them aside...

From the very beginning, they had no intention of harming these recruits!

I think that the so-called death of instructors is also an illusion created by them. The purpose is to create such an atmosphere of impending doom and stimulate the potential in these recruits.

They have never been members of the Church of the Ancient Gods, they are just using the guise of the Church of the Ancient Gods to scare recruits... [Night Curtain] The main body of the team. "

The more the skinny recruit talked, the more angry his eyes became. This feeling of being teased made him very uncomfortable.

In the final analysis, all these misunderstandings are because the team of recruits they were hiding in did not meet any members of the [Night Curtain] team, otherwise they would be able to detect that something was wrong just by the merciful actions of the [Night Curtain] team , and those fake corpses used to deceive recruits can't fool the eyes of experts like them.

From the very beginning, they preconceived that Lord Qianmo must have taken the initiative, and then they were led by the nose by that expert Shen, completely falling into the other party's trap.

"Are they really the [Night Curtain] team?" The immature recruit frowned, "Then what shall we do next?"

"It doesn't matter. Judging from the information we have now, the [Night Curtain] team is just pretending to be the Church of the Ancient Gods. They should not be aware of our existence. We are still in the dark." The skinny recruit calmly analyzed,

"It happens to be a scuffle right now. As long as we mix among the recruits and use our disguise to kill the [Night Curtain] team one by one, we still have a chance to come back!"

"But there are only three of us..."

"Three?" The female soldier shook her head, "You forgot, Lord Qianmo hasn't made a move yet!"

"Yes, yes, with Lord Qianmo here, we still have a chance."

"What's more, we still have this thing..." The skinny recruit stretched out his hand into his bosom, his fingertips touched a touch of coldness, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I spent a lot of effort to get this thing out. In this case, it has the ability to reverse the overall situation."

Seeing this scene, the other two seemed to have remembered something, and their expressions relaxed.

"That's right, with that thing there, even if it's [Night Curtain]... it won't last long."

……

"It's him!"

Among the recruits, Fang Mo's eyes gradually lit up when he saw the figure wearing the Monkey King mask who was walking like a ghost among the crowd.

A certain kind of golden energy flowing in the depths of his body and soul emitted unprecedented light, as if reunited after a long absence, as if cheering.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a step forward and rushed towards Lin Qiye.

Praise -!

At this moment, in the night sky, a stream of dark red light flew from a distance!

It was a boy, a boy with six dark red wings on his back and a straight knife in his hand. His red eyes stared at Lin Qiye in the crowd. Deep in his pupils, unprecedented anger and confusion surged.

The anger comes from his gods, and the confusion comes from himself.

Lu Baoyou didn't understand.

Before, he just stood quietly on the roof in the distance, looking at the battlefield here, but when the man wearing the Monkey King mask made a move, the gods and divine power in his body became agitated, driving him to come immediately Come here, eager to fight that person!

The instinct engraved in his bones told him that that man... was his old enemy.

It was Lu Baoyou's mission to kill him.

Subconsciously, Lu Baoyou spread his dark red wings and galloped towards Lin Qiye from the roof of a distant building!

Seeing the golden glow in the eyes of the masked man, Lu Baoyou seemed to have thought of something, and a serious look appeared in his eyes.

Is that... the power of the Seraphim?

That man is Michael's agent?

At this moment, the ancient and grand voice that existed in his memory echoed in his ears again:

"...Power requires a price.

I can give you the ability and potential to surpass all living beings, but at the same time, I need you to do one thing for me... Within ten years, no matter what method you use, find and kill Seraph Michael’s agent .

If you can't, after ten years, I will take your soul as interest for the borrowed power.

So, your answer is..."

Boom-! !

The dark red streamer slammed heavily on the ground in front of Lin Qiye, and the terrifying power of the fallen angel exploded, shocking all the recruits behind him to take a few steps back, looking at the scene in front of them in horror.

"Agent of Seraphim?"

In the smoke and dust, Lu Baoyou's red eyes stared at Lin Qiye's mask, and slowly raised the straight knife in his hand...

"I'm here to kill you."