697: C697 Reproducing Polluter

C697 Reproducing Polluter

At this moment, these believers who were trapped in the midst of the revelry came forward bare-handed. The scene was extremely dirty and disgusting.1

As An Yicheng watched the extremely dirty and disgusting scene, he quietly took out a clay sculpture from his sleeve.

The statue's face was indistinct, and it wore a large robe over its body. A tentacle could be seen sticking out from a corner of the robe.

An Yiran didn't hesitate as he crushed the clay sculpture in his hand. He still had a fake smile on his face.

A large amount of black gas sprayed out from the shattered statues. Other than An Yiran's third son, no one noticed that the sky above the church was filled with traces of an ominous black gas.

The black gas shuttled back and forth, interlacing and weaving into a large net, enveloping all of the followers within it.

"Carnival! Carnival! Then … "In this supreme orgy, give up everything you have!" A dark red tentacle drilled out of his ear unwillingly, slowly swimming in the black air.

A few minutes later, everyone shivered and their expressions were filled with satisfaction as they collapsed limply to the ground. Those handsome men and beautiful women had all turned into rotten and stinking contaminants.

Before this, these believers were actually venting their lust at such a disgusting monster. If they were conscious, would they be able to hold it in and not spit it out?

These believers took out their phones from their pockets with dull expressions and started to use all of their energy to drive the Western City into chaos.

The hypocritical smile on An Yigong's face faded as it turned icy cold and harsh. "These impurities have already lost its value. It is time for them to become my lord's soldiers."

The black gas surged. It could not wait to enter the believers' bodies and turn them into a new polluter.

Don't underestimate this transformation. Although their strength hadn't increased by much after becoming a polluter, that didn't mean that they weren't a threat.

If anyone massacred the polluter with a hot weapon, he or she would fall into the trap.

The flesh and blood of these polluters will become the best breeding ground for despair, and all living beings standing on top of it will slowly sink into oblivion.

"Go, my lord's warriors, and help all the foolish people who live in this city to break through the fog of falsehood and welcome the truth!"

Boom!

An Yi Xiong three had more than just these thousands of followers. During the time he had come to the Cherry Blossom Country to preach, he had already turned into tens of thousands of polluters one after another.

So many polluters poured out from all directions, forming a terrifying wave.

They would kill anyone they saw. What was even more terrifying was that those who died at their hands would become the new polluter and join the wave of destruction.

The military might of the Western Capital should have been able to respond in time to such a sudden turn of events. However, with the help of the 'good worshippers' from before, most of the soldiers were able to defend themselves. Everyone was on standby in the camp.

Only the guards in the western capital gathered to defend themselves as soon as they sensed that something was wrong. However, the firearms in their hands could only help An Yicheng expand the warped hotbed after killing the polluter.

Moreover, there were simply too many of them. Compared to the tens of thousands of them, these guards were like a drop in the bucket.

"Please hold on. We have already requested for help from the Cherry Blossom Palace, and those Spirit Cultivator Lords will be coming soon. Everyone must..." The cheers of one of the guards came to an abrupt stop amid a shrill scream.

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