I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 621: Second kill
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Kemon thought for three seconds, and without a word, the blood of the two guards was frozen, and he threw it backhand into the storage scarf.
Because in a few seconds of synaesthesia, Kemun saw the guard's shift time, which is a 12-hour shift. They just changed shifts, and there is still a long time before the next shift.
Kemeng came here to deal with the door organization, no need to keep hands on the enemy.
Crossed the checkpoint, pushed open a closed door, stood in front of the fence, and looked in front of the fence.
The front is a very wide and large space, and the crowd gathers together to form a team and move in the same direction.
Kemeng saw a centaur in strange costumes, a strange creature with centipede legs growing out of 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.
Kemon 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 identities did not allow them to do so.
An electric light source hits down 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 in less than ten seconds.
Gently squeeze the steel fence with his hand, push the door open and close it, and then someone finally looks at Kemun.
People lowered their heads in trepidation and passed quickly, not daring to look at Kemun.
Kemeng didn't care about them, and quickly merged into the crowd, and followed them into the so-called holy land.
The Holy Land is a large lecture hall with a ceiling of five meters high, and rows of benches are neatly lined up two hundred meters away.
The farthest wall has colored impurity glass with a vague image of a true **** painted on it.
Looking at the mural, Kemon felt a strong mental pollution on his face.
If one's mental resistance is only three thousand or less, they might secretly brand their marks.
But it's different now. This kind of mental pollution can only surprise Kemon slightly.
"Follow me to chant our great One of All Things..."
"Ah, great..."
Emotional singing is like the sound of heaven, echoing in the high lobby.
The wall materials here are carefully designed to strengthen the echo and make the believers more sincere.
Kemeng had no expression on his face, pretending not to pretend, and just 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 name of the true **** of the door organization.
On the benches in front, every sincere believer closed his eyes and let out an ethereal voice.
As more and more people chant, the spiritual pollution contained in the voice becomes heavier.
This kind of spiritual pollution is not the kind that makes people go crazy, but the believer who subtly transforms into the sect organization.
It stands to reason that no matter who invades here, without thousands of resistance points, he will plant seeds in his heart like a demon. If he does not leave, if he has the potential in the future, he will be promoted to a disciple.
The disciples here are not sufficiently guarded against intrusion by outsiders. Perhaps it is arrogant, or there may be another reason.
Kemun's pace is not stepping, one step two steps, unswervingly stepping towards the disciple, the skills in his heart are already ready, aiming at the heat distribution points on the disciple godfather.
The Godfather’s brain has the highest heat, followed by his hands and legs, whose heat can outline the shape of a tentacle.
Once the war begins, the disciple may use an alienated brain to send out 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 evacuated, lost to the air, and disappeared inexplicably.
The white-robed priest just like this, 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's the matter?"
"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 resounded in the crowd, breaking through the harmonious singing 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, as if it were over a hundred degrees below zero. Big ice cubes.
Kemon tested, a person’s body temperature drops to a certain degree and an irreversible death occurs.
"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!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The screams spread from the front row to the back row. Numerous reserve personnel were panicked and left their positions and ran away from the holy ground.
Kemeng passed the panicked crowd at this time, walked up to the dead disciple, and touched the opponent's face.
Countless synaesthetic images appeared in front of Kemeng's eyes, and Kemeng saw the figure of the Golden Gate Lord.
According to all kinds of information that you can feel, the bottom layer has a door directly connected to the main location of the Golden Gate.
After taking away the disciples, Kemun resolutely went straight through the second and third floors, and went straight to the fourth floor, which is 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 is not at all distressing 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 have already known that something has happened, and they have been guarding the hall.
"Who are you?" The nineteen disciples fought hard, and the objects in their hands had not waited for them to finish talking, they had already been used.
The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses its full strength.
Containers, offensive items, all attacked.
The temperature in the space rose suddenly, and a red wave of air engulfed in high-temperature deadly energy.
On the walls and the ground, the purple 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 population formed by a certain containment object was forming across the boundary.
A variety of attacks have formed an all-round, dead-angle ban on Kemeng. Kemeng perceives that this space is already in a closed state and can no longer transmit the stone to tear the void to escape.
"Too slow." Kemon shook his head.
Crack.
The eighteen disciples suddenly exploded, white ice splashing around, solidified blood vessels and blood droplets shot the ground like bullets, and exploded a large cloud of white ultra-low temperature cold fog.
Only one disciple remained, standing there alone, the excited expression on his face suddenly stiffened and shivered.
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