Chapter 210 Casillas is dead?
S... S country one!
Seeing this scene, Peter, who was hiding in the dark, felt the sullen energy in his chest dissipated, and Sora waved his fist excitedly.
That's how it should be!
Kill these inhuman bastards!
Let them also taste the feeling of life being taken away by others!
...
The fanatics are in total chaos!
They are just a group of perverts in the pursuit of immortality, not well-trained predators. Although they appear to be superior in front of ordinary people, they are unavoidable in the face of Matt's almost crushing slaughter. There was a feeling of fear, and morale dropped to the extreme for a while!
"Don't be afraid, he is only one person!"
"Use a magic whip to bind him!"
With one person's reminder, all the fanatics responded, and their hands lit up with orange-yellow magic light.
blah blah~
With the orange-yellow magic energy beating, those mages threw out a chain of magic chains, intertwined with each other in the air, forming an overwhelming net that fell!
"Oops!"
Matt frowned, and the situation turned against him!
Originally, he thought that with the killing just now, he could effectively deter this group of mages who were not mentally strong, but he didn't expect that someone would wake up so quickly, and in turn used binding magic to deal with him!
Peter, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene, his heart was in his throat, and he subconsciously wanted to rush out. But the act of getting up has not been completed, and the reason behind him has the upper hand, forcibly pressing him to the spot.
"No...no way!"
Peter recalled Matt's instructions. Without his signal gesture, he must not go out hastily. He had to forcibly restrain his impulse and continue to observe in the dark.
In the battlefield, Matt moved vigorously through the gap of the magic whip.
If there is one word to describe the effect of the magic whip, it is: useful, but not very useful.
Although the number of magic whips doubled, it effectively limited his movement space,
But unfortunately, the release speed and target head are too disorganized, so he still can't stop his killing pace!
When the two sides are compared, the difference is immediately apparent!
The level of these fanatics is quite limited. The most lethal spell in their hands is the space blade, which is a weapon that compresses space into a blade-like weapon. Since it is essentially a broken space, its sharpness and lethality are extremely high. big.
But the problem is...
Space Blade is melee magic!
How terrifying Matt's melee combat was, all the Zealot mages present saw it.
The wielding steel rod, the fierce wind that burst out when it slashed through the air, and the terrifying power that would break the tendons and fractures if it was touched a little, all gave the group of mages a headache!
How to do?
I can't beat melee melee, but I can't beat long range.
At this moment, the fanatics felt powerless from the bottom of their hearts, how annoying it is to face a warrior who is in a sharp position and damages the table!
bang bang bang...
The stick shadow swept out an afterimage, knocking several fanatics flying.
Matt wandered around, paying attention to the zealots who were about to unleash their magic, while approaching the children in the center.
"Quick, stop him!"
"He wants to sabotage the sacrificial ceremony!"
The rest of the fanatics saw Matt Tu's dagger, and pointed at the children who were sacrificed, their faces instantly stained with a touch of extreme fanaticism, and they rushed up regardless of life and death!
"Fake, a bunch of lunatics!"
Matt's face changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly.
The morale of this group of people was obviously low a second ago, but when they saw that he planned to destroy the sacrificial ceremony, they immediately seemed to have changed, as if they had transformed into members of al-Qaeda, and rushed to stop him with a frenzy on their faces!
"Blade of space!"
"Wind of Vatum!"
"Crimson Gaze!"
"Magic whip!"
For a time, among the red and orange energies, all kinds of magic bloomed in the hands of the fanatics!
Facing the shock of the zealots who were not afraid of death, Matt relied on his flexible movement to barely escape dozens of fatal attacks, but he didn't have three heads and six arms.
"Don't think about destroying our immortality ceremony!!!"
A fanatic with a face full of excitement rushed up as if he had been hit with a stimulant.
"court death!"
Matt's eyes narrowed, his legs bent slightly, his hind legs suddenly exerted force, the ground shattered like a cobweb, and he held the steel rod in both hands and slashed down!
The steel rod slammed down with great force, the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and the milky white sticky substance mixed with blood splattered out.
Before he could catch his breath, another seven or eight fanatics rushed up.
Matt turned the long stick with both hands, bringing an afterimage around him, keeping everyone out.
Huhuhu~
The dense stick wind and afterimages made it impossible to even splash water, let alone one person.
After the number of deaths increased exponentially, the brains of the fanatics suddenly calmed down, and found that the idea of killing Matt by human life seems unlikely to be realized!
Even if the Quincy bloodline is not fully awakened, the plundering spirit with one of the basic abilities makes Matt's physical strength and recovery speed much stronger than that of ordinary superheroes, realizing the pseudo sense of 'can keep fighting' This sentence!
In other words.
As long as it's not fatal injuries or heavy injuries, the first person to be consumed to death can only be a fanatic, not Matt.
The killing continues.
The fanatics did not step back, attacking like lunatics, but they still couldn't stop Matt's progress!
Seeing that the sacrifice ceremony was getting closer and closer, Matt seemed to have been beaten with blood, and he was waving the stick faster. Fall in pieces!
Ten meters...
Five meters...
Three meters...
one meter......
Matt was bathed in blood, and behind him were the fallen corpses of the zealots. He was like a sharp awl, and he cut through the defensive wall of the zealots with his own power!
"Strange...monster!"
"He's not human!"
The zealots were horrified and cried out in terror.
Holding a steel rod, Matt was about to step into the sacrificial ceremony, but his pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a sharp tearing pain in his abdomen.
laugh......
Matt lowered his head in disbelief and saw a transparent flaky blade slowly piercing his abdomen.
"We meet again..."
A familiar voice came from behind, and Matt turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of dark pupils with cracked orbits.
It is the leader of the fanatics - Casillas!
"puff!"
Matt spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his body a few times, and nearly fell to the ground.
"madness!"
Casillas wiped the blood on the space blade, with a mocking sneer on his face: "I spared your life last time, but I didn't expect you to dare to come back?"
