Chapter 149 Scorpion: Who of You Two Is Our Target?

"That color is called fear!!"

Feidan covered his left eye and stared at the man with his right eye.

He didn't blink, afraid to miss any moment.

At this moment, in his eyes.

A man dominated by the fear of death.

The extremely turbid color on his body is being replaced by pure white.

It's like a failed work covered with paint and ugly.

The turbid colors are slowly fading away and gradually returning to their original appearance.

"Ah~It's really, so beautiful~"

Feidan couldn't find any adjectives to describe this change.

But he felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the most beautiful color in the world.

Perhaps this is the original appearance of human beings, the most beautiful appearance.

In comparison, the blood and killing he once craved.

It was so brutal and ugly that it couldn't be compared with it at all!

This color without a trace of filth is the gift he wants to give to the evil god! !

"Feidan, you..."

Even Long Ming, who was well-informed, felt a chill.

The performance of the group of believers was even worse. No one dared to speak.

"What kind of mood is this guy in when he kills people?!"

He was just killing cruelly.

But Feiduan's expression was only pious and compassionate.

This behavior and expression were completely contradictory, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

"What I see with this eye is a work of art that only I can create. This kind of beauty is incomparable to other things."

Feidan turned his head to look at Long Ming and said in a pious tone: "No matter how dark the other party lives in, I can make them bloom with their own colors."

"This is what the evil god wants."

Long Ming, who was stared at by him, suddenly felt a subconscious step back.

The believers behind him also looked timid.

"So that's how it is. I am the only devout believer of the evil god."

Feidan muttered to himself with a dull look in his eyes: "You can't accept the gospel of the evil god. You are just a group of pagans."

"Then, I should send you back to the arms of the evil god!"

After saying that, before everyone could react.

Puff! !

After a sharp sound of breaking wind.

The head of a believer was directly pierced by the black short spear thrown by Feiduan.

"Feidan! Are you crazy?!"

Long Ming suddenly widened his eyes and asked angrily: "Why do you do this? You are disrespecting the evil god!!"

Feidan's sudden attack completely caught him off guard.

The rule of the evil god cult is that you can't kill each other at will, otherwise you will be executed by all the evil god cult members.

This guy went out once. Did something hit his brain?

"Ahahaha! It's you who are disrespectful to the Evil God!"

Feidan picked up the bloody March sickle beside him, grinned and sneered: "What you seek is only power, status, wealth and killing. What use are these things to the Evil God?"

"You guys are not worthy of being the agents and believers of the Evil God!"

One of the believers finally couldn't bear this fear, screamed in fear and turned around to escape from here.

But Feiduan chased him directly.

A sickle pierced the man from behind, and raised his hand to lift him up.

"Look, you have also become the appearance that the Evil God likes."

Feidan stretched out his tongue to lick the blood at the corner of his mouth, and shouted with a pious and fanatical face.

"You are the first one, bathing in glory to serve the Evil God."

Plop.

Feidan flicked it lightly, and the man fell to the ground with his eyes open, his eyes filled with strong fear and confusion.

He would never understand why this madman Fei Duan dared to do this until his death?

How could the so-called evil god exist?

"Damn it!"

Long Ming's face turned livid, and he took a few steps back and said cryptically: "Feidan has become a blasphemer, let's kill him together!"

Fei Duan's current performance clearly showed that he wanted to kill everyone.

As soon as the leader's words came out, all the believers were instantly like chicken blood.

"Kill him! Kill this and the blasphemer!"

"Don't run, if we don't kill him today, none of us can survive!"

The crowd surrounded Fei Duan, and their eyes were full of bloodthirstiness when they looked at him.

However, facing such a large number of people, Fei Duan did not feel a trace of fear at all.

"Yes, that's it! Come and sacrifice your lives for the evil god!"

The scarlet color in Fei Duan's right eye seemed to be burning, and he actually laughed wildly and rushed towards the crowd.

Puff!

Bang bang bang! !

Feiduan was like an ice-cold killing machine, fighting with everyone.

Every move could take away a living life, and he killed everyone who appeared in front of him.

In a short while, the ground was covered with corpses.

At this moment, a figure crossed the crowd and came to Feiduan.

"Die!"

Long Ming, who found the right opportunity, swung the knife directly at Feiduan's head.

Kakaka!

Realizing that he failed to chop off Feiduan's head, but only cut off his left arm, Long Ming quickly pulled out.

"Hahaha!"

Blood flowed from Feiduan's broken arm.

Although his face became paler due to the loss of a large amount of blood, his eyes became brighter.

He immediately showed a crazy look on his face, turned around and killed several people with one slash.

He fully demonstrated the four words of ferocity and cruelty.

It was impossible to tell which blood on his body was his and which was others'.

"This..."

Many of the remaining believers began to be frightened and hesitated for a while.

Just then.

"Blow him up with the detonating talisman!"

Hearing this, a group of believers took out the detonating talismans and threw them at Feiduan.

There was a loud "bang".

The thick smoke obscured everyone's vision.

But the remaining believers still stared at the center of the explosion.

However, the smoke gradually dissipated.

"Hahaha!"

A crazy laugh suddenly came from it.

"As long as I am favored by the evil god, I am immortal. Even if I am shattered to pieces and only a head is left, I will crawl out of hell and bite off your throats!"

Looking at Feiduan, who was covered in blood but still laughing wildly, the expressions of the believers gradually became terrified.

After a while, Feiduan killed the remaining people one by one.

In the end, only Long Ming, who survived until now, was left.

"Great evil god, your most loyal believer offers you the most perfect sacrifice."

Feidan stood there with scars all over his body, holding a sickle in one hand and a necklace on his neck in the other hand, praying in a low voice.

He didn't care about Long Ming in the distance at all.

"Feidan!"

Long Ming clenched the chain knife in his hand, and said with an ugly expression: "I also have an immortal body. Do you really want to fight me to the death? It's better to retreat..."

But before he could finish.

Click!

The gate of the base suddenly opened, and two figures walked in from outside.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks like we've met a tough guy."

Looking at the tragic scene in the base hall, Kakuzu's eyes flashed with surprise.

Even though he has lived for a hundred years, he rarely sees such tragic scenes outside the battlefield.

Scorpion, who was watching Feidan praying, couldn't help but complain: "This guy's piety to the evil god is almost as pious as you, Kakuzu, to money."

"But which of you two is our target?"