"No way."
007 floated to the side, "Even if it is God's Favor Skill, it will not exceed the standard to this extent."
"The limitation of this skill is that it can only execute candidates who are lower than him. So if you don't have this sword on your head, others will probably think that your strength is unfathomable."
Good guy, I have completely thought out my escape route.
007's words continue.
Little Light Orb jumped on the head of one of the candidates and said angrily, "This person likes to torture and kill children."
It picked up its own Little Teaching Stick and pointed at it.
"That man abandoned his wife and children and committed domestic violence."
"This one, in order to survive, has tricked everyone."
"..."
Bo Shuo: "... So I'm really a good person?"
In comparison, he is not only a good person, but also a Saint Mother.
All Villains comes standard.
But that's right, everyone who can come to B-rank Exam Venue has experienced more than ten Exam Venue.
Except Bo Shuo, because he has Emotion Points cheat, upgrading is like riding a rocket.
During the discussion between the two, the situation not far away was still developing.
Bo Shuo has no intention of taking action.
After all, now that Xavier's strength is unclear, it would not be prudent to act rashly, and these people are not worthy of his action.
He just wants to see what Xavier is going to do now.
"Mr. Hanged Man, thank you..."
The voices of thanks came one after another, sounding extremely sad, shouting at the top of their lungs, and gradually turned into tears as time went by.
But in fact, they know how much sincerity there is, and the most common emotion inside is just the fear of death.
They just knew they were going to die.
All candidates are extremely confident about this call for help, which can be considered to be accurate.
After all, this 'Priest' is so kind, isn't he?
And the 'Priest' just said it.
'I will save you.'
With such hope, I heard unexpected words in the next second.
"This is all Lord's Grace."
Xavier is surrounded in the middle, and his cold white skin makes him look like a worshiped god, full of divinity, and the words he speaks are soft and smooth, giving people a strong sense of security.
The next second his voice fell.
Then--
Click.
"Ahhhhh."
Blood splatters.
The Golden Long Sword hanging above the head suddenly fell down, one after another, blood sprayed out, and shrill screams came one after another.
These swords did not fall at once, but one after another, without any pattern.
Just for a moment, fear spread among the crowd.
The examinee in black was covered in blood, with a horrified look on his face. He looked around in disbelief, only to find that the people around him were already in chaos.
"Pfft."
From time to time, a few Long Swords fall from the sky.
No matter where you escape, no matter what props and talents you use, it will be difficult to escape this sudden blow.
This feeling is quite unbearable, especially when it reaches its peak when seeing people around you die suddenly and without knowing when.
When is it me?
When will this Long Sword on my head land?
The fear arises not from death itself, but from the waiting for death.
In fact, to a certain extent, talents like Xavier are more suitable to be bound to 007. After all, this type of people are best at creating suffering and despair.
"..."
Amidst the scarlet, Xavier seemed unable to bear to see these tragic scenes, his amber eyes flickered like a curve of water.
His eyes were fixed on Bo Shuo, and he repeated this sentence for the third time:
"Mr. Bo, don't you think they are pitiful?"
"Pity?"
Black Haired Youth chuckled, "This is your attitude towards poor people."
The first physical connection killed my buddy.
How to deal with the poor guy?
If you kill people, won't there be no pitiable people?
Satan I have to give you a thumbs up when you come, and then say something like a good person, why a bright one.
Hell of a joke:)
But obviously Bo Shuo is a normal person's thinking, but Xavier, as the little leader of a cult, does not think this way.
Instead, there is another set of sophistical logic.
"Mr. Bo, you misunderstood, I am helping them."
He sighed softly, and the single-sided lens reflected the bright light under the golden light, making it look particularly cold and ruthless.
"There are many sins on their bodies that need to be purified and judged. The people who bear these sins are so pitiful."
This conversation did not avoid anyone, every word fell into the ears of everyone, and then attracted disbelieving and angry looks one after another.
The original admiration and gratitude are gone.
The candidates who were forced to the point of despair took out all the ghost weapons on their bodies, regardless of their unrecovered injuries, and prepared for the final fight to the death.
"Kill him! He is not a Priest at all! He is a Evil Ghost!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Let this skill stop."
Several candidates staggered to their feet, their eyes were scarlet and bloodshot, and their minds were filled with only one thought due to their desire to survive.
Kill him! Kill him!
!!!
They have to live!
Then a dramatic scene occurred.
The people who originally gathered around Priest and knelt down to seek blessings all raised their butcher knives.