As soon as several people killed the man who added magic branches to the fire pond, several people from the Dionysian church rushed up and chopped them to the ground.


    "Kill the sinners of the Dionysian church." a soldier in a down-to-earth mercenary costume waved his sword and cut into the nearby fire pool. A layer of fighting spirit appeared on his sword. It was obvious that his fighting spirit could still be used. The sharp saber slashed on the special fire pool. I didn''t think a spark would explode in the fire pool to infect the soldier. Just breathing time, the spark burned the soldier to ashes.


    Although the death was very tragic, more angry soldiers rushed out of the crowd. They were men and women, old and young, all with anger and disgust on their faces. They were bound to break the fire pool. Unfortunately, whenever someone smashes it, a flame flies out of it and burns that person to ashes.


    The woman sitting in kukas''s arms had a convulsion and passed out completely. But kukas still didn''t put the woman down. He just hugged each other, curled aside and kept moving slowly towards the kleke, as if it was because of panic.


    Twenty steps, fifteen steps. When he was only ten steps away from the coleck, kukas roared fiercely, reached out his hand and threw the woman in his arms out and hit the Viscount coleck on the head. Then, with the force of his feet, he rushed through the gap like a strong wind to Viscount Klerk.


    His hands were claws, and he grabbed the Viscount''s head and chest. The magic props on the Viscount opened themselves, a magic ring burst, and a layer of earthy yellow light appeared, blocking kukas''s claws. At the same time, there was a trace of electric current on the yellow light curtain, which ran along his hands and spread towards him, but kukas didn''t care at all. He just shook his muscles and resisted the attack of electric current.


    The woman who hit the Viscount was killed by his two guards in mid air. One cut off her upper body with a war knife and one pierced her lower body with a long gun. The woman who was over excited and unconscious didn''t even scream, so she died silently. Perhaps her husband will cheer for her death, or her parents and children will mourn for it, but it doesn''t matter about kukas.


    He didn''t catch the Viscount coleck with his claws, so his body retreated, and his broad back hit the mercenary with a long gun.


    With a click, the mercenary''s chest was smashed by kukas, and the whole man flew backwards and fell into a fire pond more than ten meters away. Kukas grabbed his long gun with his back hand.


    "Die for me." the evil man screamed naked, his palm trembled, and his long gun turned into a cold light, like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and mercilessly pierced the chest of a soldier who rushed up.


    Although the fighting spirit of the soldier was temporarily imprisoned, his fighting skills were still. He turned his sabre in his hand, squatted down and immediately cut it at kukas'' waist. At the same time, several other professionals have escorted the viscount and rushed towards kukas.


    "Roar!" with a roar, the long gun in his hand turned up a little. He didn''t care about the war knife cut at his own. The gun tip was like puncturing tofu, and punctured the professional''s head in an instant. The wrist shook and the long gun turned, and the head was smashed. At this time, kukas retreated to avoid the enemy''s attack.


    "Kill him for me, kill this filthy rubbish," roared the Viscount Clarke. He knew that if he hadn''t served the Dionysian church and got some self-defense magic props countless times, he might have been scratched and broken by the assassin just now. At the thought that he might be killed, the fat Viscount shouted and urged his guards to pursue kukas again and again. "I will pull out your skin, then cover you with animal skin, let you live in a cage, let you lose sight all day, and let you regret your mistakes today forever."


    "Regret your mother." kukas''s anger was completely aroused by the Viscount''s curse. He roared up to the sky, and his long gun turned into gun flowers and fell madly towards the professionals who rushed up. Those professionals themselves are three or even five levels, but their fighting spirit is blocked by the drugs mixed in the wine. Therefore, it can be said that they are not much different from ordinary people now. Even like some spell casters, they don''t even have the power of ordinary people.


    It was very difficult for those professionals to resist the falling of gunshot. They felt as if a waterfall rolled them up. With resistance again and again, the numbness and pain in their arms began to spread slowly to their whole body.


    A professional with weaker strength couldn''t resist first. His sword fell to the ground powerlessly after resisting an attack. Before he could step back, kukas''s long gun pierced into his chest along the gap, and then the head of the gun shook, and a hole the size of a baby''s head was opened in his chest.


    "Kill this Viscount, only in this way can the fire be extinguished." kukas took time to look around and found that the scene was in chaos. He didn''t know whether the two parties were fighting. But he knew that he must kill the Viscount as soon as possible and leave here immediately. Only in this way can he escape from the Dionysian church that may be rescued later. This is to prevent the efficacy of imprisoning fighting spirit from failing, which will bring great trouble to yourself.


    Originally, he had no intention of assassinating tonight. He just wanted to come here to observe some situations. But the change and development of things were not what he thought, so he had to carry out assassination, well, or interception.


    With a roar, more than ten people immediately abandoned their opponents from the crowd and rushed towards the viscount. In this way, they greatly shared the pressure of kukas.


    With his long gun flying, smashing or picking, stabbing or pumping, kukas once again killed a professional who blocked him with his exquisite gun skills. At this time, there was no one to protect the viscount.


    "Come on! You dirty bitch, don''t you want to kill me? Then kill me!" the fat Viscount was like vitiligo. He was wrapped in a yellowish light curtain, and then waved a huge war knife and rushed towards kukas.


    The barrel of the gun shook, and more than a dozen gun flowers suddenly turned out, and then fell on the Viscount''s light curtain. The Viscount kept retreating under the powerful impact force, while kukas carried a long gun and chased down with a ferocious face: "die for me."