From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Mr. Gillan?" Lilia's mouth opened slightly.

She was about to ask a question when she saw the young man holding an ax in one hand and supporting the iron guardrail beside the track with the other as he turned over and jumped. Windbreaker Hunter actually slid down the steep slope and ran down.

The man crossed the nearly ten-meter-high slope like walking on flat ground and headed straight towards the seaside.

It was at this time that Lilia discovered it.

The seaside was strewn with dense human corpses, and countless seagulls were frantically pecking at the piles of corpses. The scene was disgusting.

"?!"

She couldn't help but hold her breath and looked horrified.

Immediately, Mr. Gillan was seen facing a large group of wolf-headed men wearing dirty robes and holding murderous weapons.

Poof! !

The demon-hunting ax swung with force, hitting the neck of a Heavenly Evil cultist, and chopped off the head wearing a dead wolf hood!

Blood spurted out, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Four or five cultists stepped on the bodies of their companions and swarmed over.

They wielded meat saws and bone chopping knives, trying to chop the enemies in front of them into pulp.

Jilan dodged and retreated a few meters, avoiding the slashing attack.

"Weiwei." He tilted his head and said.

However, the little familiar opened his hands and suddenly responded with a grimace:

"Master, the spell doesn't work. These guys have gone completely crazy."

Hearing this, Jilan's eyes narrowed.

The group of Tian Ni cultists in front of them seemed to be quite different from the members of the Lake God Cult. They themselves are mad believers of the old gods, and they were corroded by unknown local mysterious forces, which caused their minds to collapse and turned into complete madmen.

Weiwei's spell needs to be based on a certain amount of reason in order to confuse her emotions. If there is no reason, it will naturally not be effective.

After thinking about this in an instant, Gilan pulled out the revolver from his waist without expression, pointed at the oncoming crowd and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang! !

The rate of fire of a one-handed gun is naturally not as good as the "multiple shots in one shot" with a flick of the hammer, but Gillan's accuracy is not reduced. At close range, all six bullets hit six wolf heads.

The six Heavenly Evil cultists at the front were shot in the head, and their bodies fell forward according to the inertia, splashing fine sand on the beach and staining it with blood.

This group of cultists numbered in their thirties or forty, and seven of them were killed by Ji Lan. The rest were not afraid and continued to charge in as if they were not seen.

They were muttering something indifferently, and their bloodshot and crazy eyes were staring at Gilan in the hollowed-out dead wolf hoods.

Clang!

As soon as Gilan put away the revolver, a machete came towards him. He flicked his right hand and struck with the ax, making a crisp sound.

With his unparalleled strength, he naturally easily blocked the cultist's weapon. As sparks flew, a "bone shatter" exploded out.

Bang! !

The cultist in front of him was kicked hard in the chest and flew backwards.

Thump thump!

His body knocked down several people smoothly, like a chain reaction, knocking over the dense crowd behind him like dominoes.

Gillan's eyes were empty.

He took the opportunity to stride forward, raised his ax and hacked two more people to death.

The heavy and ferocious ax head flashed with cold light, splitting flesh and bones with brute force, making a crunching sound and splattering blood dots.

Guillen's body was inevitably stained with plasma.

But he didn't care, he just kept a cold face and hacked wildly.

One after another, before the cultists had time to react, their heads were separated and they fell to the demon-hunting axe.

After a while, there were only a dozen or so Tianni cultists left in the group of thirty or forty people.

A strong cultist more than two meters tall pushed the crowd aside arrogantly and strode over carrying the iron nail whip. Under the cloak are hideous gums without lips.

Jilan exhaled and raised his free left hand.

With the colorful light twisting, a double-barreled shotgun appeared, aimed at the elite cultist and fired twice.

Bang bang! !

The fierce firepower was like a razor net, instantly tearing this guy's head and chest into pieces.

When the blood and flesh exploded, before the opponent could raise his whip and whip him, as soon as he raised his hand halfway, he took a few steps back and fell to the ground!

Gillan put away the shotgun and jumped up.

He hit one person in the head with his whip leg and kicked him several meters away. Taking advantage of the situation, he turned around, held the ax tightly in both hands, and slashed horizontally.

At this moment, Gilan seemed to be transformed into a lumberjack, swinging an ax at the human-shaped "tree". Because of his swift and violent movements, the hem of his windbreaker was raised high.

Poof! !

The shadow of the ax crossed the crescent moon.

Two cultists standing side by side were cut into four parts at the waist. Their upper bodies fell to the ground. They were not dead immediately. They struggled and tried to grab Gilan's trouser legs.

Jilan raised his legs and stepped on their heads into the sand.

He used his strength to rush forward and swung the ax mercilessly.

The hacking continued for several more minutes.

All around were broken limbs and corpses, leaving him standing alone with an axe.

While calming his breath, Gilan bent down to touch the body.

The colorful light flashed, and the corpses of the cultists quickly decayed and collapsed. One after another, they turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

Wait until this is over.

The color number in the corner of his vision changed from "65" to "99".

The ax returned to the dimensional space. Gilan adjusted the slightly skewed flat top hat on his head and turned back to the track on the slope.

Seeing him coming, Lilia took a step back in fright.

In the eyes of the red-haired female student, Mr. Gillan has changed from a "strange gentleman" to a "terrible murderer".

She had just watched the whole massacre, and the reason why she did not take the opportunity to escape was simply because her legs were weak from fear.

"Don't be afraid, those people are brutal cultists."

Ji Lan took out a brand new handkerchief, wiped the blood on his face, and spoke lightly.

"The hundreds of corpses of townspeople on the beach are all their fault. If I don't take action to get rid of these people, they will definitely continue to wreak havoc, and maybe they will hunt down the two of us."

Brutal...

Mr. Gillan, are you more cruel?

Lilia forced a smile.

The other person's words did not comfort her, but frightened her even more.

"Can I leave first?"

Lilia asked cautiously.

"You're in danger alone. This area is full of monsters."

Ji Lan frowned slightly.

Seeing him frown, Lilia's heart skipped a beat.

"It doesn't matter!" she said quickly. "Actually, my skills are pretty good, and I also have homemade self-defense equipment. Don't worry, Mr. Gillan."

"That's it..." Jilan pondered.

Lilia looked at him nervously, and then heard the other person say:

"Then be careful. Try not to go into the woods on the left. There are a lot of those headless beasts in there."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention."

Lilia breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

But as she was taking steps forward, past Gilan, another voice came from behind her:

"Wait a moment, Miss Lilia."

The red-haired female student's body froze instantly.