Chapter 391: Changes

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night. After the heavy snowfall, the seventh city has become even colder. Standing in the corner, Akali exhaled. Because it is the fishman, it is snowing and raining. On the contrary, I felt more at ease in the weather.

"Tap tap..."

The crisp sound of leather shoes gradually came from the distance. When Akali heard the sound, she looked over and saw a burly man walking slowly with a few men.

On the road, Cliff felt very comfortable recently. Not only did he get a lot of treasure, he also got a lot of territory. When he wakes up every day and looks at the gold coins and women next to him, he feels like he is already dreaming. But unfortunately, , he didn’t keep the wanted criminal a few days ago, otherwise it would have been better. While thinking, he looked ahead drunkenly, and vaguely saw a hazy figure standing in the corner, and Cliff suddenly laughed. .

"Didn't I say that night is my lord's hunting time? You are so brave."

"Really? Evil God Deer Head? An illusory thing?" A faint female voice echoed on the street, and a hazy figure slowly walked out from the corner.

"It's you..." Cliff suddenly woke up when he saw it was Akali. He looked at Akali greedily, his mouth wide open.

"Hoho... I let you run away last time, but I didn't expect you to come here on your own initiative this time?"

Akali also saw clearly how many of them there were at this time. There were four of them in total. After thinking about the time, she looked over calmly and made a timetable in her mind.

Three minutes. If it exceeds three minutes, cultists will come to help.

Seeing that Akali was just blocking the road without saying a word, Cliff looked around her and found that there was no one else, and suddenly sneered.

"superior……."

After hearing the words, the three subordinates swarmed over. Akali's expression remained unchanged, her eyes became cold, and a chilling aura made everyone present feel chilled. Several cultists were also almost at this time. He rushed to Akali in one stride.

"Qiang..."

Following a faint sound of drawing a sword, a silvery white thread disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Ah……."

One of the cultists lowered his head with blood in his mouth and saw his waist. His upper body suddenly fell down in disbelief. The heavy body smashed up pieces of sewage. He saw that they had been cut off at the waist, and the wounds filled with heat quickly It condensed, and in the blink of an eye, eight sections of frozen corpses fell on the ground.

Seeing that his men died before they could react, Cliff suddenly shrank his eyes. He finally understood why the other party only had one person, because he didn't need more people. This fish was in the same sequence and stage as himself. People go beyond themselves too much.

"Ah……."

Thinking of this, Ke's face trembled, his feet twisted slightly, and his expression became more serious. Akali thought that the other party was going to fight her, so she also pulled out the long sword that exuded a bit of cold air, and there was a touch of snow-white in the night. It was so dazzling that the murderous aura that froze the surroundings suppressed the whistling of the cold wind. A cold gaze that made Cliff's skin tingle looked directly at him, causing him to flow out unknowingly. His head was covered in sweat, and at this moment... he moved.

"Bang..."

As the bricks under his feet shattered, Cliff immediately turned around and ran. In less than half a breath, he had already escaped and ran five or six meters. Akali's expression twitched slightly when she saw this scene, but she did not Panicked, she put the sword away instead. She sat upright on the ground. Her upright posture seemed to be different. She saw an orange leaf falling, and the sewage in front of her rippled. Gradually, Aka Li opened her eyes, and looked straight at Cliff, who was already running away, with a pair of eyes as bright as stars and full of murderous intent.

"Huh..." A small storm appeared out of thin air, and the sewage in front of Akali began to tremble. They vibrated regularly as if they contained unparalleled power. At this moment, the accumulated water suddenly stopped trembling, and a wave of Light ripples spread out in a straight line.

Not far away, he saw that Akali was not chasing him. Cliff, who thought he had escaped, suddenly felt a fatal chill on his back with the power of the top of Mount Tai. He was so thick and desperate. , this biting chill even made small bumps appear all over his body.

Cliff, who didn't know why this happened, looked back. He immediately saw a pair of eyes as bright as stars looking at him from the end of the darkness. He immediately understood something and his pupils quickly dilated.

"Bah..."

A line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and a hot red blood drop fell from his eyebrows.

"Dong..." The impact of water droplets echoed in the silent street, it was so clear and harsh.

"Bang..." Cliff, who was split into two, fell down. There was a touch of admiration and astonishment in his bloodshot eyes. His hot blood stained the ground red, and the internal organs accumulated in his stomach suddenly crashed. It flowed out, and Akali, who was not far away, also stood up with a tired look. She glanced at her hands, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The first three stages of Sequence Eight have been the ultimate improvement of physical fitness and fighting skills, and his fourth stage will usher in a qualitative change, and this stage is called "Destiny". This stage is about advancing knowledge and fighting skills. The ultimate sublimation, this kind of power is not magic or spiritual power. It represents a field. Reaching this field means that the door to a high-order position has been opened.

Thinking of this, Akali looked at the deep night sky. This kind of power was what she realized when she was on the Misty Island. When the palm of the Mist Sheep pressed down, her heart was desperate. What kind of power could stop this monster? She kept asking herself when she was unconscious, what is the real Sequence Eight? Is it superb fighting skills? Or extreme physique and speed? And how should her swordsmanship develop? Gradually, she began to recall the past of the high-ranking Sequence Eight. Each of them grew up in hardship and despair. Theo Aganzo, the Soul Devouring Sword Saint of the Theo Family, went to the dangerous underground world to obtain real power and developed a new power based on Sequence Eight.

Damo Loran, who rose from the slums, developed the Hundred Flowers Fighting Technique in battle after battle, and fought desperately with the gods again and again, and finally became the high-ranking of the Eighth Order in the middle of the Third Era. The Valkyrie Golans rose in the dark turmoil of the Second Era. He lost his family and friends, and sank into the Styx in the underworld after his death. He broke through the constraints of the Styx with a spirit that ordinary people could not understand, returned to the ground and founded the Rose Investigation Team, leading them to conquer everywhere in the dark turmoil.

"Spiritual will is the best weapon to fight death and despair. I rose from humble beginnings and never feared the enemy. We have stood at the top and sunk to the bottom, and both have benefited me a lot." Akali understood these powers unconsciously. Strong physique and fighting skills were not enough to make the enemy afraid. What guided her growth from beginning to end was self-confidence, courage and original intention. Suffering makes people strong, and pain makes people tough.

Akali, whose idea was verified, smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth. From today on, her way... was found.

In the sleeping cemetery, Casgar and Gandalf hid in a dilapidated high-rise building and looked down. They saw a cemetery with dozens of black-robed people eating corpses. They had skulls painted on their bodies, and their mouths were full of fangs and red marks. They looked abnormal.

"It's disgusting."

"Come on, how normal can you expect the cultists to be? If they were normal, they wouldn't be cultists. I don't know how Susie is doing?" Casgar took out a sniper rifle and looked over, with a slightly helpless tone.

"These cultists are capable of anything. I can tolerate sleeping in the cemetery, but what kind of fetish is eating corpses? Isn't it disgusting?" Because of his good vision, Gandalf clearly saw that these cultists were eating handfuls of rotten meat. They took big mouthfuls of maggot-covered, sour rotten meat into their mouths. As their mouths moved, sticky corpse fluid and fragments fell down in a thread-like shape. When they chewed the rotten meat, the maggots were immediately chewed to pieces, and white pulp was squeezed everywhere, forming a sharp contrast with the black teeth. Gandalf even saw some maggots that were not eaten crawling into their nostrils.

"Oh...too bad, too disgusting." At this time, Casca also saw the following scene through the telescope, and his face turned a little blue for a while. He even swore that he would not touch meat for half a month.

"I can't stand it anymore. Let's pack up these bastards and go back to take a shower. It's too smelly here." Gandalf, who looked unhappy, spoke coldly. In order to end the battle quickly, he didn't plan to punish them with the power of stage three. He just let them return to the Styx. No... return to the eternal sin cemetery. They don't deserve to go to the Styx.

After saying that, Gandalf's body grew rapidly. His strong body tore his suit. With the sound of the clothes tearing, he jumped down.

"Boom..." With a burst of ground, muddy water splashed on the ground. The cultists of the "Zombie Alliance" who were gnawing on the corpse turned their heads and looked over. When they saw that it was a burly living person, a lot of mucus appeared in their mouths unconsciously.

The leader, a short goblin, saw Gandalf, and his turbid eyes rolled around. He raised a skinny arm and pointed at Gandalf and spoke.

"Add some food. Although it's hard to chew a living person, how can I be polite when it's served to me?" Looking at the arm with maggots still lying on it, the veins around Gandalf's acupoints quickly popped up. He opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth, and his red eyes became more and more creepy in the dark night.

"I wanted to hammer you into meat patties, but I think it's too disgusting." Gandalf, whose voice was like thunder, gritted his teeth and spoke, while reaching his hand to his back.

"Hiss..." Accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder, a large number of round objects were thrown out by him fiercely.

"Oh no... It's a bomb." The leading goblin exclaimed and jumped into the coffin next to him.

"Boom..." A huge flame rose into the sky. With the bomb as the center, most of the cultists were blown to pieces. Under the flames that illuminated the sky, an old coffin was intact in the flames. The flames could not burn the coffin at all, as if the flames were isolated.

"Hmph..." Smelling the disgusting smell of burnt corpses in the air, Gandalf wiped his face, and several maggots that were blown away appeared in his hands. He shook his arm with a tooth-grinding sound of finger bones, and the maggots were squeezed by him until the juice splashed everywhere.

"Ah...you will pay the price for what you did today."

Seeing his subordinates being wiped out, the goblin with black slime on his face went completely crazy. An illusory hoe appeared in his hand and dug hard.

"Woo woo woo ..." Just as he dug, the cemetery trembled slightly, and a creepy woo woo sound was heard. Even because of the spread of magic power, the fiercely burning flames were a little smaller.

"Bang ..."

Just then, a gunshot sounded in the sky, and a bullet mixed with flames hit the goblin's forehead.