Amid the chorus of sounds like waves, Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato followed a group of believers to the entrance of the basketball court.

Seven or eight armed believers were guarding the door, each of them was Kong Wu powerful, staring at every believer who entered the scene with a cautious look.

Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato followed the back with his head shrank, and they were about to sneak in, but the two of them were the last to hear the sound.

"Wait a minute, where are you two from?"

A strong muscled arm blocked the two of them, and the owner of the arm stared at Fang Cheng and Sato Hayato with suspicious eyes: "Why haven't I seen you before? Who is your leader?"

No wonder the two were suspicious, because they were too young and seemed out of place compared to the generally middle-aged or even old believers.

Sato Hayato was so nervous that he was stiff all over and could not answer at all.

Fang Cheng replied with a smile: "We just arrived. The team leader went in front of him. If you don't believe me, go in and ask."

The armed believer shouted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll ask who your team leader is? Tell me the name."

Fang Cheng was still laughing with him, and was about to find an excuse to fool him, but in the chorus inside, there was a hint of a girl's crying faintly.

Sato Hayato's sister-controlled radar was activated, and instantly recognized that this was her sister's voice.

"Mai! This is Mai's voice! She's inside"

His face changed drastically, and he screamed in dismay, and he was about to rush inside.

"There is a problem! Close the door!"

The armed believer in front of him reacted very quickly, shouted and rushed towards Fang Cheng, preparing to subdue him.

The seven or eight armed believers behind quickly closed the entrance door, and took out weapons such as daggers or short stabs and rushed up. They all looked well-trained.

Fang Cheng sighed. Since he could not escape, he could only be an assassin and reckless.

He pushed Sato Hayato back and took out his pistol from his backpack with his backhand.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a precise connection, all the armed believers who rushed up were shot by Fang Cheng.

No matter how well trained, it can't stop a peanut.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly? Let's go."

Fang Cheng changed the magazine, and Hayato Sato, who was still stunned, strode forward on the bodies of the cultists, and kicked open the door in front of him with a sudden kick.

...

The ritual of God’s descending has reached a critical moment.

The chorus was louder and louder, and all the believers were immersed in a fanatic atmosphere.

Next, you only need to let the saints enter the blood pool, enter the door through the blood pool and the Holy Grail, and then throw the two lucky ones selected by the Holy Grail into it.

After that, the two gods will give blessings, and those who receive this blessing will gain supernatural power.

This is how all the advanced thugs and apprentices in the Pure Land Buddhism come from.

Compared with hundreds of fanatical believers and ten saints who looked like puppets, Mai Sato's cries and struggles seemed weak and powerless, and was pushed little by little to the edge of the blood pool.

As she was about to step into the air, a fierce gunfire instantly suppressed the chorus full of religious fanaticism.

Everyone in the venue looked subconsciously at the closed door.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open.

Fang Cheng pulled off the black and white teaching uniforms on his body and strode in.

Sato Hayato followed closely, and the two were exposed to hundreds of unfriendly gazes.

"elder brother!!"

The almost desperate Mai Sato shouted in surprise and excitement when she saw Sato Hayato appear, and hurriedly pulled off the veil with her hands.

One of the ten saints was shocked when they saw Fang Cheng appear, but they did not speak like Mai Sato.

"Mai!"

When Sato Hayato saw his sister who was still lively, he shouted excitedly and was about to rush over to rescue her, and he didn't care how many enemies there were in front of him.

Fang Cheng searched for a circle and couldn't find Aoxiang Minghui, and then landed on the golden holy grail above the blood pool.

Good guy, it turns out that there is really a holy grail, and it’s a rich man.

It seems that I really want to COS the Holy Grail Breaker.

Sato Hayato rushed out from behind, and Fang Cheng reached out to grab his collar and pulled him back hard.

Bang!

A knife shot from somewhere was suddenly inserted into the floor in front of Hayato Sato.

After saving the reckless Sato, Fang Cheng cut his palms with his fingernails, and the blood flowing out instantly condensed into a javelin.

He stepped forward with the javelin in his hand, and threw it over with force.

The javelin turned into a red shadow, and shot straight towards the Holy Grail amid the panic screams of hundreds of people.

"presumptuous!"

Shuimadun shouted angrily and reached out to press his hand on the dark Bible.

“Exclusion!”

The air in front of the blood pool instantly condensed into pieces, carrying strong pressure to fly the shot javelin.

Fang Cheng was not disappointed when the first attack failed. It was just a try.

The Archbishop raised his hand and pointed at Fang Cheng and Hayato Sato, and his angry voice resounded through the megaphone throughout the gymnasium: "Cao Guard, chop these two troublemakers into pieces and throw them into the pool of blood."

Hundreds of armed believers swarmed quickly from around the blood pool, and the one who rushed to the front had already taken out his pistols and started shooting at the two of them from afar.

"Protect yourself and find an opportunity to save your sister."

Fang Cheng pushed Sato Hayato to the ground, blood flowing out condensed into a semi-circular shield, blocking the two of them.

The sound of gunfire sounded one after another, and bullets hit the shield, firing one bullet crater after another.

The huge force hit Fang Cheng's arm, causing tremors on his muscles.

The armed believers had formed an encirclement. Except for a few armed with guns, the rest escaped and surrounded the two.

Taking advantage of the opponent's shooting, Fang Cheng moved his shield and raised his gun to shoot, and first aimed at those with guns.

How these believers shot against Fang Cheng, who had already hollowed out Takeda Masumi, was almost every shot, and every bullet took away a gunman on the opposite side.

As long as the other party raises a gun and shoots, Fang Cheng, who senses the danger in advance, will raise his shield in advance to block it.

In a short gun battle, the armed believers were overturned and the gunmen were all destroyed, but the remaining armed believers still rushed up with courage.

A leader shouted loudly: "He doesn't have many bullets, so many of us can spit at all..."

Bang!

Fang Cheng gave the last bullet to this guy who wanted to spit anywhere.

He knew that these armed believers were just cannon fodder used to consume his bullets.

But he didn't care.

After two magazines were empty in a row, the remaining armed believers rushed to the front.

Fang Cheng did not retreat but advanced. A short-distance rushed into the crowd instantly. The blood flowing out of his palm quickly turned into a silk thread thinner than a fishing line, and the head of the thread condensed into the shape of a blade.

The armed believers around flocked to him, and all kinds of sharp weapons fell like rain, trying to chop him up and dismember him.

Fang Cheng pushed the shield on his back, bowed his head and blocked most of the attacks. He held two blades in both hands and threw them to the left and right.

Two blades flew out under his huge force, and the end of the blade had a slender thread passing through the dense human body.

Before the second wave of attacks of the armed believers came, Fang Cheng grabbed the solidified and hardened silk thread with both hands, and turned around in place like a top.

The two blades were strung around the crowd like a windmill.

brush!

The movements of the armed believers on the periphery stopped suddenly, and the middle one squeezed forward due to inertia, and squeezed and fell down as they squeezed.

It was like pushing down a domino, which began to spread out from the middle. With the sound of puffing and puffing, human bodies broke from their waists and fell to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, the remaining more than 80 armed believers were all cut in half by Fang Cheng's powerful windmill.

The broken limbs and the guttered blood and internal organs mixed together. Some people were not dead and were still struggling with shrill screams on the ground.

In this bloody and horrifying scene like a slaughterhouse, only Fang Cheng was standing alone.
Chapter completed!