Chapter 363 The Fear of Being Dominated by Demons

It was noon.

The sun seems to hold a deep grudge against the world, throwing all its heat down on the world.

Under this scorching sun, the originally quiet city of Jager was now shrouded in shadows.

Shadow of death.

Of those 50,000 bats, the smallest wingspan was half a meter, and the largest was a terrifying two meters.

They are like a swarm of locusts, ravaging the entire city.

The remaining 500 low-level saints were originally less powerful than the 200 high-level saints.

In the face of these 50,000 bats, it is naturally irresistible.

How to resist the 100 to 1 quantitative advantage?

There were screams and screams throughout the city.

Of course, this is only for those of the Legion of the Light.

These people bully the soft and fear the hard on weekdays, and do a lot of bad things.

Killing them, Wen Zilong has no mercy.

As for the nearly 10,000 coolies in the city, of course Wen Zilong did not take action against them.

These coolies were all hiding in the house at this time, listening to the screams outside in horror.

From time to time, I could see black shadows flying past the window.

Some of them trembled;

Some people were speechless.

However, when the screams outside gradually subsided, none of the coolies were hurt.

After about ten minutes, they heard that there seemed to be no movement outside.

Those who had the courage to leave the house one after another.

The black demon has disappeared, as if it never came.

However, on the streets of the city, you can see corpses from time to time.

These corpses belonged to the saints of the abominable Holy Light Legion.

"We...we're not dead."

"That black devil, only killed those saints!"

"And...and then flew away?"

"Could it be... they are here to save us?"

"The Gwanians think that these black devils will bring disease and disaster. But now it seems that this is not the case."

While they were talking, they saw a car slowly approaching the city.

They saw a large bird standing in the compartment of the car.

Some of them saw it before, this is the big talking bird.

What is this big bird doing now?

Those black demons must have something to do with it.

So, is it coming to kill us now?

Even if it didn't kill us, it should be like the Holy Light Legion, enslaving us and letting us be coolies, right?

At this moment, Wen Zilong looked at the frightened people, and shook his head helplessly.

Then he waved his wings and said:

"You are free now. Go wherever you want."

When this statement came out, everyone was stunned.

Standing there blankly, no one moved.

Wen Zilong sighed again: "I'm most afraid of the sudden quietness of the air. I said, you are free, you want to eat, drink, have sex, or even shy. You can even do shameful things."

"This……"

Everyone was stunned again.

"Sir, you... won't kill us?"

A bold young man asked.

Wen Zilong waved his wings and said, "These benefactors are really joking. Like me, who is kind and kind, with a kind heart, how could someone like Amitabha kill people?"

The young man looked back at the scattered corpses on the street.

The meaning is obvious: you have killed so many people, and you still say you can't kill people?

But this man kills all the wicked.

Killing wicked people means saving good people like them.

So he can be considered a kind person.

Thinking of this, the young man hurriedly fell to the ground.

"Thank you sir for saving us."

Others followed suit and slumped to the ground.

"Thank you sir for saving us."

"My lord, dare to ask your name. We might as well pray for you every day."

"Yes, my lord, you saved us from the sea of ​​misery. We pray for you every day."

Wen Zilong thought for a while, then nodded:

"Then, just call me the Great Demon Lord. Oh, the Great Demon Lord, there is no 'bar'."

Thinking of these words, translated into Chinese, it is "Great Demon King", Wen Zilong felt a little embarrassed.

Those people were stunned.

No matter what country or culture, "Great Demon King" is not a good word.

The bird killed the wicked and saved them all.

But he said he was called the Great Demon King.

However, the Great Demon King is the Great Demon King.

"Thank you Lord Demon King for saving us."

The young man said crawling on the ground.

The others also fell to the ground and said:

"Thank you, Lord Demon King, for saving me."

"We will pray for the Great Demon King every day from now on."

"If there is no Great Demon King, maybe one day we will die at the hands of the saints of the Holy Light Legion. Thank you Great Demon King."

Wen Zilong listened to the gratitude of those people from the bottom of his heart, and looked at the gratitude in their eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little happiness in his heart.

It turns out that helping others is also a kind of happiness.

It seems that I should be a bloodthirsty bird who helps others in the future.

Wen Zilong waved to them and made them flatten.

He then came to the sniper Seiko and grabbed the sniper rifle with his claws.

Hand it to Wen Yuqi: "Don't you know how to shoot?"

Wen Yuqi nodded, took it, and fiddled with it twice.

Seeing her skillful technique, Wen Zilong said, "Looks like an old driver with a gun."

Wen Yuqi rolled his eyes at Wen Zilong, his face a little excited.

To be honest, she really likes guns.

It's just that in the past, except when I could touch a gun when I went to practice shooting, there was basically no chance at other times.

Now is a chance.

And it's her favorite sniper rifle.

Wen Zilong said to Wen Yuqi, "Go and look around to see if there are any bullets for the sniper rifle."

Wen Yuqi shook his head: "No, this sniper rifle uses general-purpose bullets. All the bullets in the surrounding guns are fine."

"Well, that's good. You will be my sniper in the future. You have to cover me when I am bullied; you have to cover me when I am bullied."

Wen Yuqi fondly touched the gun body and said, "Don't worry, you can't die with me here."

"Come on, go to the next city."

At the same time, in the city of Wagda, fifty kilometers away from Jager.

The bald saint who escaped was standing in front of the Son of Wagda, recalling with horror.

The Son of Navageda frowned.

He had already received news that the saints in two cities had been wiped out.

At this time, when he heard the bald saint say this again, he had no doubts about the strange bird in his heart.

The bald saint finally said: "That strange bird, let me bring you a word for you, Lord Holy Son: Their demon army is here."

Saint Son Wagda, who was pacing, heard the words, and his footsteps paused slightly.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Come on? Then leave them all."