Chapter 621: Spike

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Kemun thought for three seconds. Without a word, he froze the blood of the two guards and threw it backhand into the storage scarf.
Because in a few seconds of synaesthesia, Kemon saw the guard's shift time, which was a 12-hour shift. They had just changed shifts and there was still a long time before the next shift.
Kemeng came here to deal with the door organization, without having to hold hands on the enemy.
After crossing the checkpoint, he opened a closed door, stood in front of the fence, and looked in front of the fence.
In front is an extremely wide and large space, and the surging crowd gathers into a team and advances in the same direction.
Kemon saw a centaur with strange costumes, a strange creature with centipede legs growing from a half-man, half-fish, and a human with blue skin all over.
As far as vision can reach, pure humans account for only 10%, and the remaining creatures are non-human races.
Kemun can perceive the heat contained in these non-human races, and none of them exceeds the total heat of the guards and disciples.
The people on the first floor didn't notice the strangeness here, and it seemed that their identity did not allow them to do so.
There is an electric light source from above to illuminate the space below.
At the ceiling, there are a large number of densely arranged wires, and the thick pipes are messy, as if they have not been designed.
The sound of the broadcast continued to echo in my ears, which was a non-Kin Lei Chau language.
Kemeng is very spiritual and can analyze what the other party is saying without spending ten seconds.
He gently squeezed the steel fence with his hand, opened the door and closed it. At this moment, someone finally looked at Kemun.
People bowed their heads in fear, and quickly passed them, not daring to look at Kemun.
Kemeng ignored them and quickly merged into the crowd and followed them into the so-called holy land.
The holy place is a large lecture hall with a ceiling of five meters high, and rows of benches are neatly arranged two hundred meters away.
The farthest wall has colored impurity glass, which depicts a vague image of a true god.
Looking at the mural, Kemeng felt intense mental pollution on his face.
If one's mental resistance is only three thousand or less, he might secretly brand his mark.
But now it's different, this kind of mental pollution can only surprise Kemon slightly.
"Follow me to chant our great One of All Things..."
"Ah, great..."
Emotional singing resounded like the sound of nature in the high lobby.
The wall materials here are carefully designed to strengthen the echo and make the believers more sincere.
Ke Meng had no expression on his face and did not pretend, so he walked straight to the disciple godfather on the podium.
The disciple godfather wore a large white robe, like a priest, with his eyes closed, chanting the names of the true gods.
On the benches in front, every sincere believer closed his eyes, let go of his throat and made an ethereal voice.
As more and more people chant, the spiritual pollution contained in the voice becomes heavier.
This kind of mental pollution is not the kind that makes people go crazy, but the believers who subtly transform into the sect organization.
It stands to reason that no matter who invades here, without thousands of points of resistance, they will plant seeds in their hearts similar to the demons. If they do not leave, if they have the potential in the future, they will surely be promoted to disciples.
The disciples here are not sufficiently prepared against intrusion from outsiders. Perhaps it is arrogant, or there may be another reason.
Kemon did not step at a pace, stepped two steps, unswervingly towards where the disciple was. The skills in his heart were already ready and aimed at the heat distribution points on the disciple godfather.
The Godfather’s brain has the highest calories, followed by his hands and legs, whose calories can outline a tentacle-like shape.
Once the war begins, the disciple may use an alienated brain to launch a mental attack, and the alienated hands and legs can also transform into a terrifying murder weapon.
But this kind of thing is of no use to Kemeng, because Kemeng thought, the heat from the disciple godfather's body quickly pulled away, lost to the air, and disappeared inexplicably.
The white-robed priest fell to the ground like a dead statue.
The believers who were addicted to singing did not notice, only those who had not yet seated noticed the priest's sudden fall.
"what happened?"
"How did the great disciple fall?"
Beside Kemeng, a chattering discussion sounded, and there was a bit of panic in the voice.
A few seconds later, the screaming sound rang in the crowd, breaking the harmonious singing sound like a sharp knife.
After the screams, the believers in the front row opened their eyes and found that the priest had fallen and stopped singing.
The person closest to the priest trot all the way, walked to the priest, touched his nose, and lifted his eyelids. He saw the priest's frozen eyeballs, and his skin felt the extremely cold skin, like a big ice of over a hundred degrees below zero. Piece.
Kermon has tested that irreversible death occurs when a person's body temperature drops to a certain degree.
"My disciple...death!" The first investigator's lips trembled, his tongue flicked, and the sound was wrong, but probably the meaning has been expressed.
"My disciple is dead!"
"Ahhhhh-"
The screams spread from the front row to the back row, and countless reserve personnel panicked, all left their positions and ran away from the holy ground.
Kemeng stepped past the panicked crowd, walked up to the dead disciple, and touched the opponent's face.
Numerous synaesthetic images appeared in front of Kemeng's eyes, and Kemeng saw the figure of the Golden Gate Lord.
According to the precise analysis based on the various information that Tong felt, there is a door directly connected to the main location of the Golden Gate at the bottom.
After taking away the disciples, Kemeng resolutely went straight through the second and third floors, and went straight to the fourth floor, which was the lowest level.
After arriving at this floor, there are not as many people on the fourth floor as there are above. It is a resting place for a few disciples. It is luxuriously decorated, and all kinds of power-consuming appliances are directly filled. It does not feel distressed about the electricity bills of the wasteland.
Due to the abnormal changes in the underground space on the first floor, the disciples on the fourth floor had already known that something was wrong, and they were guarding the hall.
"Who are you?" The nineteen disciples fought hard, and the objects in their hands had not waited for them to finish speaking.
The lion fights the rabbit, also with all its strength.
Containment objects, offensive objects, all attacked.
The temperature in the space rose suddenly, and red air waves surged in with high-temperature deadly energy.
On the walls and the ground, the purple thunder and lightning turned into tiny mice, which came first at the real lightning speed, much faster than the red temperature.
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Even behind Kemeng, a gray fog wave was instantly generated, and a huge insect mouth formed by a certain contained object was forming across the boundary.
A variety of attacks formed an all-round, dead-angle blockade on Kemeng. Kemeng felt that this space was already in a closed state, and could no longer transmit the stone to tear the void to escape.
"Too slow." Kemeng shook his head.
Click.
The eighteen disciples suddenly exploded, and white ice cubes splashed around, solidified blood vessels and blood droplets shot the ground like bullets, and burst out a large cloud of white ultra-low temperature cold fog.
There was only one disciple, standing there alone, the excited expression on his face suddenly rigidified and shivering.
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