How can my daily life of youth be a reincarnation game?

"Father, will you confess for us?"

"It's my honor." The gray-robed priest had a simple and honest middle-aged face, and looked like a kind old farmer. He didn't directly say cold words like "follow orders", but patiently explained:

"The outsiders have been in Yaduo Town for a day and a night. This time is enough for them to understand the gods, and the church has also given them enough opportunities to make a choice."

Apart from the noon assembly and the factory that Yuki took the initiative to enter, the church had almost no presence during this day and night, and the priest's words seemed very honest.

"But they made the wrong choice and mocked the great gods. We can't let this go on. We must give them a chance to repent."

"It's better to just kill him and let him accept God's punishment." A young man raised his fist with a ferocious look on his face.

"We must be full of love. Every foreigner will become a compatriot after being baptized. Don't let anger cover your eyes." The priest smiled gently and stroked the young man's back:

"Remember, this is to help outsiders repent. The saint originally scheduled it for tomorrow at noon. Since there are stubborn heretics inside, we have no choice but to offer help."

This magnanimity is truly touching. You have to know that the players severely slapped the face of the church. At the bell-ringing rally late at night, two outsiders ended up with one death and one escaped, which really played a trick on Yaduo Town.

But at this point, the priest was still not angry and was still willing to provide confession, but he did it more than ten hours in advance and went to the trouble of making a house visit.

How compassionate? How generous?

The believers around them immediately knelt down and recited scriptures. Those outsiders were so lucky to have encountered such a kind church.

If they had any conscience, they would take off their shirts, walk to the center of the square, kneel down and listen to the teachings of God.

The priest showed a gratified expression and stroked the heads of the believers one by one, and the believers also enjoyed the touch, even though the priest's palms extended from the top of the head to the chest and buttocks.

In the midst of harmony, there was a "puff" sound, and the hot liquid splashed on the face.

They opened their eyes in confusion and saw the priest leaning forward, frozen in front of them, with a sharp blade piercing through the middle of his chest. His face, which was full of kindness like that of an old farmer, was filled with confusion.

The tree behind him came to life and a dark-haired man emerged from the fog, disgust evident on his face.

Pooh.

Yuki, who had been hiding nearby for a long time, spat, twisted his wrist, and pulled out his knife.

"I repent, Nima."

He said so.

PS: I don’t know what’s wrong with me these past two days, I just have absolutely no motivation.

Those in the know are confused: Chapter 25: Don’t be so passionate!

So weird.

Yuki had been hiding in the fog for a long time, initially to gather intelligence, and the conversations between these characters did answer many of his questions.

Why did they suddenly raid the players? Why did they gather all the players at noon the next day?

The result is of course to prevent a player from walking out of the dungeon comfortably, but Yuki at least knows why this is done.

There is no difference between confession and killing, but it sounds much better.

But as he watched, he felt something was wrong. It was clearly a harmonious preaching scene, but how could he suddenly smell the scent of Yin Pa? He could no longer bear it and took action to end the strange scene.

The first time he attacked the gray-robed priest, Yuki used all his strength and pierced the priest's chest with a knife. He was indeed much weaker than the purple-robed priest.

But he was still not at ease, so he drew out his knife and slashed horizontally again, cutting off the entire head. The spurting blood dyed the white mist red.

pat.

The headless corpse fell to its knees and lay heavily on the ground, while several believers came to their senses. The comfortable expressions on their faces were replaced by ferocious ones. They stood up and picked up the weapons at hand.

"different......"

puff.

The long knife pierced through his open mouth and went out through the back of his head, blocking the second word back in his throat. Yuki had a blank expression on his face and stepped forward on the shotgun next to him.

"I've already told you, this is a silent massacre, don't shout."

He drew his sword, slashed horizontally, raised his knee, then grabbed a woman's hair and slammed her hard against the tombstone.

The head shattered like a watermelon, the blade chopped off the head of another believer, and the raised knee threw the last believer into the tree trunk.

Bones shattered, blood splattered and dyed his windbreaker red. Yuki suddenly squatted down, letting a hatchet brush past his head. Then he reached out, grabbed the collar of his clothes, threw it in front of him from behind, and stepped forward.

Snapped.

The believer's head was nailed directly into the mud. Yuki pulled out his knife, shook it lightly, and there was no living person within his sight.

These small town residents have the physical fitness of the ultimate human, but just a few of them are still too weak for Yuki who is going all out. As for the advantage in numbers——

"Why do you think I chose to start the war here?"

The blade was still dripping with blood, and Yuki had already rushed to a distance of more than ten meters. There were also several people there, who heard the noise and were opening their mouths to ask "what happened?"

For Yuki who has not opened the Demon Eye, this is tantamount to an attack guide. The evil god has given his believers power but not combat qualities.

But they are just a group of civilians, without formation and without vigilance. As long as they scatter...

“It’s easy to hunt.”

The leading believer raised his torch and saw a blurry shadow rapidly enlarging in the darkness. Just as he raised his shotgun, he heard someone shouting from the other side:

"One of our own!"

The hand that was raising the gun paused for a moment, and before he could figure out what was going on, a figure jumped in front of him and he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

brush--

Deception, severed hands, beheaded heads, the bodies hadn't even hit the ground yet, Yuki had already bypassed the bodies and rushed into the crowd, then leaned back, slid, and slashed left and right with the blade, leaving behind a pair of thighs.

Screams were heard, but the believers were not afraid of the pain. Even though their legs were cut off, they still managed to stand up. However, Yuki, who had slid to the end of the team, turned around and attacked them.

Puff puff puff puff.

The blade pierced each person's forehead accurately, silencing the screams and allowing blood to soak into the soil covered with dead trees. Yuuki showed a puzzled expression and looked down at himself.

Shirts, suits, and wide-brimmed hats—this is how small town residents dress.

Did he pause just now? Can't accurately distinguish between friend and foe here?

The footsteps approached again, and Yuki became interested. He hid the knife behind his back and picked up the shotgun on the ground.

Two or three townspeople came running over and asked him, "Where is the stranger?"

"Over there." Yuki pointed casually, and those people turned their heads. Behind them, a smiling man raised his gun.

boom!

"Strangers are coming!"

"There, kill him!"

All the townspeople nearby were alarmed and there was a sound of chaotic footsteps. Soon, five or six people came through the thick fog, raised torches and shone the light, and all of them had stunned expressions.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the attacker had disappeared. After he came to his senses, he quickly looked around.

Thick fog, tombstones, dead trees, nothing else can be seen. It is a dead silent cemetery. Just as he was wondering, a young man felt water drops falling on his head and subconsciously raised his head.

A dark shadow was hanging on the tree, blood was dripping from his wet hair and splashing on his face.

"he is......"

puff.

Yuki stopped warning abruptly, and fell from the tree with a knife in both hands, chopping the man from the top of the head to the feet, splitting him evenly in half.

Blood gushed out like a fountain and gray fog tangled, just like a demon, but it must be said that the demon and the evil god are a perfect match.

boom!

The double-barreled shotgun burst into dazzling light, and within just a few meters, dozens of bullets were blocked by the gray fog.

'After the Demon Heart reaches normal levels, its defense becomes stronger. Is this a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change?'

Yuki deliberately took the blow. This looked like a civilian shotgun, but it was actually blessed with the power of the evil god. Each bullet was as powerful as a rifle bullet.

He nodded with satisfaction and saw a dozen people rushing over with pitchforks and axes.

They were not afraid of life or death, and were very fast, like a group of ghosts running in the fog. They arrived in front of us in three or two steps, with five in front and six behind, and they were actually cooperating with each other.

Yuki did not compete with them in sword skills. He just stood there motionless. Suddenly, he raised his left hand, and under his windbreaker, there was a black shotgun.

"Times have changed."

boom!

Although both are shotguns, his extraordinary-grade (level 4) weapon is obviously more powerful, like a flame blooming in the fog, and then, more than a dozen shattered corpses flew out.

The shotgun blast tore them apart. Even the clowns couldn't withstand it, let alone the ordinary townspeople.

White smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun. Yuki paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and aimed behind him.

boom!

The second shot was fired, and the gray-robed priest who was rushing towards him fell to the ground instantly, but the believer behind him was in bad luck, with blood and flesh flying all over the place on the spot.

The priest had no mercy. While Yuki was shooting, he crawled over like a spider. His robe on his back arched and tore, and two pitch-black arms grew out of it.

While sprinting, he groped around, picked up the hatchet, and then spun like a top.

Very fast and with good technique.

Yuki raised an eyebrow and advanced instead of retreating.

He lowered his left hand which was holding the gun, and walked forward with the knife in hand. He slightly turned sideways to face the oncoming hatchet and saw a mark several meters deep left by the cut on the ground. An obvious energy wave moved forward along the ground, and with a click, it cut the tree in half from the middle.

Tsk, they are indeed not on the same level.

The previous priest was ambushed by him, but this was a head-on fight. His strength, speed, and skills were incomparable to those of ordinary townspeople.

I saw him touching the ground with his other two hands, first stabbing with a hayfork, then aiming a shotgun, his movements were so fast that not only did they leave afterimages, but they were also smooth and fluid.

boom!

After the gunshot, a round hole appeared on the ground. Yuki had already stepped on the gun barrel in advance, and the strong force bent the barrel. The next moment, he stepped on the gun barrel and stabbed the opponent's throat with a knife.

call out.

The long sword was as fast as an arrow, but fortunately the priest reacted very quickly, instantly loosened his hand holding the gun, rolled and jumped back like a spider, and the silver light formed a sword wall, which swept away Yuki's second sword.

In the blink of an eye, after a few flashes, he retreated ten meters away, then lay on the ground, looking at the swordsmen who were following one after another.

Strange, why is there no support yet?

The battle had only been going on for ten minutes, but the commotion was already quite loud. Logically, the entire town of Yaduo should be boiling with turmoil, turning into a flood of divine punishment rolling in.

But so far, only the dozens of people he brought to the mountain are fighting.

"There's something strange about these outsiders. They're deliberately ambushing us!"

The priest was not stupid. This was obviously a battlefield that had been prepared long ago. He quickly opened his mouth and shouted, "Don't worry about me. Go down the mountain and report the news."

Several townspeople who had come to reinforce were stunned. In just that moment of distraction, Yuki, who rushed past them, had already killed several people.

Perhaps they were frightened, or perhaps they were obedient, they scattered like birds and beasts and ran down the mountain.

Yuki knocked down another one from behind, and a fierce wind pressure came from behind his head.

clang!

The two axes chopped fiercely on the middle of the long sword. The terrifying force made Yuki's knees bend slightly. He raised his head and saw the sad but determined face of the priest.

"Your opponent is me!"

While suppressing him, the pitchfork stabbed at Yuki's back, but the red-gray mist was like a quagmire, and even with all his might, he failed to pierce Yuki through.

The defense power increased greatly, and the delay of 0.5 seconds was enough for Yuki.

Zheng——

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metallic friction, Yuki swung his sword diagonally to release the force, turned around and slashed back, drawing a bright arc.

The priest jumped up on the spot, watching the knife brush past his feet. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the other party raise his left hand and put the black muzzle of the gun against his chest.

boom! !

With a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, it was impossible to defend against them. A flower of blood bloomed in the air, and the priest's broken body flew more than ten meters away, smashing a tombstone on the ground.