Extraordinary Bloodline Integration

Facts have proved that it is impossible for someone to sign his name on the slave column of the slave contract.

Especially when this group of people are still gang members who rely on protection fees and usually rely on extortion for a living.

In the church with the door closed, the members of the Key of Wind Erosion, after hearing that Gulard asked them to sign a slave contract, directly drew their weapons and attacked Gulard's master, Mo Cheng, without any sense of brotherhood.

But is it possible?

Impossible!

The heavy and substantive weight, the diameter crushed everyone to the ground, forcing them to kneel down, leaving only the head to lift up and look up at the standing figure.

"Ignorant, impulsive, even weak."

Mo Cheng didn't even look at them, the "Bible" in his hand was much more interesting than these idiots kneeling on the ground. The pure holy light lit up, but it didn't bring anyone a warm feeling. Instead, they felt a biting cold, like the brilliance of steel.

"You don't believe in God, you don't believe in fate, you only believe in the sword and force in your hands. But why... when I, who is stronger than you, asks you to become slaves, you are so stupid to resist me?"

"Stupid thing, don't you know it's a rare mercy?"

The holy and cold light drove the kneeling people into the darkness.

There seemed to be something hidden in the darkness, something that brought them infinite fear. These people are not afraid of the dark, and even do some trail cutting and robbery in the dark.

For them, darkness is a natural cover.

But this time, the darkness rejected them. They were like little white rabbits lost in the wolf's den, and an innate fear swept over their bodies.

That was a warning made by the population for the sake of the bloodline to reproduce, and they were trying their best to warn: Get out of here, run away, don't be hostile, kneel down...

The light was as cold as steel, and the darkness refused them even more. At the same time, this group of people felt that a ferocious beast was opening its **** mouth, and its sharp fangs were rubbing against their skin, drawing bloodstains.

They can feel the hot and humid exhalation, they can feel the strong tongue licking their bodies, and they can even feel that the empty stomach is wriggling...

It is hungry!

Infinite fear devoured the hearts of these people. In the daytime, Mo Cheng could not just get close to cause fear like in the night, but artificially created a dark area in the church, and let these gang members who had no power fall into hell. Fear of reincarnation is nothing more than an easy task.

Pierced, torn, dismembered, devoured...

Every kind of death that the body can bear, every kind of torture that the brain can think of, is severely torturing the spirit and even the soul of the gang members.

The consciousness can no longer control the body, and the body also resists the orders given by the consciousness, screaming, defecating, and self-mutilation. They have no choice but to feel the crazy behavior brought by the body.

In the end, someone couldn't bear the horrific pain, bit his thumb and pressed his handprint on the slave contract the moment his body was able to move.

When you have the first one, the next step is to press your finger on the slave contract faster than anyone else.

Mo Cheng withdrew his oppressive force, and slowly picked up the slave contract that Gulard respectfully handed over, "I wish I had done this earlier."

The contract has already begun to take effect, and Mo Cheng has completely controlled the lives of these people.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Mo Cheng couldn't help shaking his head, "A bunch of trash."

It is indeed trash. Except for Gulard himself, who is at the fourth level of strength, the others are only at the second and third levels of strength. Let alone Fairhaven, even the slums want to occupy a good place. It is difficult to collect protection fees.

Otherwise, it would not be blackmailed to the head of the Albert House.

"My rationality is telling me that you **** are completely useless, but my sensibility is persuading me that it took so much time to kill you, wasting the money in the slave contract."

Mo Cheng tilted his head, "Tell me, what should I do with your rubbish?"

"We could knock down the streets around here."

Gulard, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. It was not for nothing that he was called the "Smart Gulard". The scenes that passed before entering.

Although it is not clear what the Albert House is doing, Gulard has found a suitable position for himself, a position where he will not be killed at will like waste.

"The gangs in the two nearby streets are Sand Lizard Fangs, which are about the same strength as ours. We can take them down, and then set up eyeliners in these streets to rule out the possibility of anyone wanting to investigate."

Yes, Gulard could understand why his group didn't die violently last night. It was Fairhaven's environment that protected them, and it was Priest Mo Cheng who didn't want others to notice the Albert House.

So if they want to avoid being cleaned up like trash, they have no choice but to cater to Mo Cheng's ideas and cover up the abnormality of Albert House.

"Well, it seems that I want to take back my evaluation of you, at least you are still useful, Gullard~www.novelmt.com~ Your subordinates are not completely idiots, which is good news for Mo Cheng, and for a group of people who once blackmailed him If these gang members didn't realize what he wanted them to do when they came in, then Mo Cheng had no choice but to waste a slave contract and control them to launch a death charge against the largest gang nearby.

If you die from a gang vendetta, you don't need to worry about the law enforcement team coming to your door.

"Then, accept my [reward] for you!"

The figure disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had grabbed Gullard's neck and lifted him up, and then the fire element mixed with the holy light, burning all the unclean holy flames from the inside out, completely burning Gullard.

The five sense organs and even the pores sprayed out holy flames, burning his body with indescribable pain, but Gulard couldn't scream, and couldn't even make a sound.

The organs used to produce were burned dozens of times under the holy flames, and the body was continuously burned and regenerated under the power of the holy light.

Every rebirth, the body will be alienated and strengthened under the baptism of the holy light, and at the same time, the firepower will be increased, causing greater pain.

Every moment is like hell, and every moment is extended to a length of one year or ten years.

Although he didn't make a sound, through the firelight, Gulard's twisted and speechless face has already told everyone how painful and desperate he is at this moment.

Gulard hates, hates why time has no end, hates why he still has feelings, hates why he is not dead yet.

In the end, when his consciousness was as blurred as pure white, Gulard finally felt his own existence, the fact that he was still alive.

"Okay, let's see the power I give you."