I am the former civilized hero.

I thanked someone ten thousand times in my heart.

"Ryan?"

"Well, it's a very important matter. Sorry, you go back first." Mei bit her lip and turned around resolutely.

There was no other way, some things she had to do herself.

That's pretty much it.

Ryan didn't realize that he had ruined someone else's date. He put away his phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

He trusted Mei's intelligence. Even if those people deleted the information, there would always be clues left. What he had to do now was to use two approaches to dig him out.

Ryan raised his head, looked at the broken ceiling, straightened his body instantly, and grasped the pistol on the table.

Bang bang bang.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door. Ryan was puzzled for a moment and opened the door a crack.

There were several fully armed gangsters standing outside the door, with their guns pointed at him, but they didn't pull the trigger directly.

"what's up?"

"Where were you last night?"

survey?

Ryan was slightly startled, and immediately replied: "Sleeping, with a whore, whose name I forgot."

The gangster looked at him, then turned to look at the innkeeper, who nodded slightly to indicate that it was okay.

"It's okay, you continue sleeping." The gangster turned around and left, obviously very impolite. Just after taking a few steps, he heard the tenant behind him asking again.

"What happened?"

He turned his head, his eyes full of anger: "My boss, Thorn, is dead. If you have any clues, remember to go to the Black Raspberry Bar and tell me. There will be a reward."

The words were brief, but the door remained open for a long time. Ryan stood at the door and slowly raised his eyebrows, as if he had seen something interesting.

Thorn is the human trafficker. The speed at which he killed people is ridiculous.

He seemed to be thinking about something. He had originally planned to wait for the other party to come back and chat, but now he had become a dead body. It was obvious that the person behind him didn't want him to say too much.

So, why don't you just come after me? The fighting power I'm showing now is that of an elite agent.

Ryan suddenly felt the malice of the world. It was not easy to play the pig and eat the tiger. None of the enemies were fools. It must be the previous fusion warrior team that made them alert.

It’s okay, I like to die more than you think.

Ryan put away his gun, ignored the warning, went out to the church, thought for a moment, and put a few more cans on the table.

When that lady comes, consider it as compensation for standing me up.

There is no need to drag down someone who is trying to save himself. He can just do it on his own.

It wasn't long before Ryan arrived at the "church". This thing looked like a remodeled art gallery, covering several thousand square meters, with a tall dome and a strange sculpture at the highest point.

From the outside, she looked like a woman, except that her hair was floating like Medusa's, and the tops were not snake heads, but human faces.

It's a bit scary, but Ryan has read the information about the Fire Moths. These lunatics actually have no connection with each other, and each group has a different token.

To be honest, except for the front-line soldiers, very few people in the world have seen Honkai beasts, especially the appearance of higher-level Honkai beasts, which are nothing more than created based on news pictures and imagination.

It really has a bit of weird artistic atmosphere, and it has a good effect of scaring people.

Ryan walked in and looked around. He saw rows of benches in the dim church and many people praying silently.

Some are born religious and truly regard Honkai beasts as messengers of God. Some simply don't want to live and think that being killed by Honkai has special effects. Some simply pray that they don't encounter these monsters.

The sunlight shines in through the narrow windows, making the room a little dim. In front of the hall there is a sculpture of the same style as the one on the roof, and below it is a pulpit, and then -

A figure in a linen robe stood there.

Ryan's pupils shrank, a little bit unbelievable, because this guy was the same one he saw last night. At such a close distance, he was almost sure that this thing was not a human, but the Honkai energy detector did not emit a sharp alarm.

Who gave you the courage to stand in front of me?

Ryan almost fired a lightning gun at him and blew him into pieces, but after a moment, he calmed down.

No, the collapse energy of this thing does not exceed 100HW. It is not even worthy of carrying shoes for the Herrscher, but why does this feeling come about?

Ryan was considered an expert in hunting Lawsmen, but the scene before him confused him for a moment. He was only sure of one thing:

This is definitely not the Ruler of Ice, or the Ruler of Death. Something must have gone wrong.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and then Ryan returned to normal and found an empty seat to sit down.

Since the other party didn't take any action, it means they haven't discovered my identity. Let's wait and see. If it doesn't work, I will take action immediately.

Strength is the source of peace of mind. Ryan sat quietly and became more interested. Before, he just rushed into the fight like a reckless man, and he wanted to see what tricks Honkai would come up with.

"Everyone, let's start our sermon today."

The figure on the stage suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse, but with a hint of kindness.

"No matter how the outside world slanders us, we are all guilty of greed, indulgence, cruelty, fear, and killing. Humans rule the world and bring pain to all things."

"Because of our sins, we need to repent and be punished. We need to understand the pain of livestock and the extinction of species. This is the judgment made by God."

The church was suddenly filled with low voices, and many people were still sobbing. Ryan, of course, sneered.

It's still the same perverse logic, first assuming that you are guilty, and then regarding the tragedy as a punishment, what a masochistic mentality.

"Life is full of injustice and suffering. Why do the rich always get richer? Why do the strong have the power to plunder the weak? Why do only the weak need to abide by the rules?"

"So-called civilization is a cage that restricts us and prevents us from resisting. Even if we are pushed to the limit, those who resist now will become predators in the future. This is a problem that human civilization cannot solve."

"So God sent a messenger to completely break this tragic cycle. Civilization is the tragedy itself. It is the cancer that created everything. You should remember this—"

"Only destruction and death are equal!"

"Only destruction is equal to death."

A neat voice sounded. Ryan didn't say anything, but he didn't refute it either. He actually felt that this heresy made some sense and was in line with the thinking of the abandoned area.

At least in their eyes, the Fire Moth did not protect itself, and the world was divided into two completely different parts, hell on one side and heaven on the other.

We are all human beings, so why should you live a good life?

Ryan couldn't answer this question, so he always ignored philosophy and focused on doing one thing:

Because I still want to live well and regard Honkai as a stepping stone to the unknown, so whoever wants to accompany Honkai is my enemy.

Ryan stopped listening to the nonsense, stood up, pulled out the pistol from his waist, aimed at the priest, and pulled the trigger decisively.

boom!

Chapter 165: The Herrscher and the Madman!

boom!

The gunshots echoed, and because they were so sudden, the church fell into silence in an instant.

Ryan didn't look at the reactions of the believers, he just stared at the priest who was shot in the head.

He flew backwards, his hood lifted to reveal the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, his eyes frozen, shock still lingering on his face, and then with a 'bang' he crashed into the pulpit.

Actually... dead?

Ryan slowly widened his eyes, but he did not encounter any violent counterattack or trigger any strange phenomenon. The opponent was just like a normal human being and died instantly after being hit by a bullet.

Ding ding.

The smoking shell fell to the ground with a crisp sound, finally breaking the silence, and then countless evil thoughts burst out from all directions.

"What did you do?!"

"You killed the priest!"

In an instant, men, women, old and young rushed forward, some with guns drawn, some with fists raised, and a look of gritting teeth.

Bang bang bang.

Ryan raised his hand and fired, twice at the body and once at the head, then his mental power spread out in all directions.

"Quiet!"

The ability derived from Moshazhi is very useful for ordinary people. The angry crowd immediately froze in place, some people lost consciousness, and some people still stared at Ryan fiercely, as if they wanted to skin him and eat him.

However, Ryan ignored the anger, walked forward slowly, looked at the body in the pool of blood, and felt a little dazed.

If this is considered a Herrscher, then it's too weak. Can it be killed with just one bullet?

No, that feeling is still there, he is not dead? !

Ryan paused, and saw the corpse with a bullet in the forehead suddenly jumped up. The movement was very stiff, like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings.

Stiff and unnatural, but quick.

Although they were originally five or six meters apart, they were in front of him in the blink of an eye. They picked up the sharp candlestick and stabbed it into Ryan's chest.

It's far faster than human speed, but still not good enough in my eyes.

Ryan rolled back subconsciously, felt the candlestick passing in front of him, raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang...

The bullet hit accurately, blowing off half of his head and piercing his elbow and heart. However, the opponent showed no reaction like a corpse and still rushed forward and kicked him in the face.

Ryan turned sideways, raised his hand to grab the foot that passed in front of him, swung out with force from his waist and abdomen, then turned his head and saw that this thing was hanging on the dome like a gecko, and it just bounced back.

"Stronger than the Death Soldiers, but still too weak. There is no need for me to use my authority."

In an instant, Ryan had made up his mind. He watched the candlestick slam into the ground close to his body, creating a shallow hole in the floor. He took another step forward and kicked out with a fierce whip kick.

Bang—boom!

A row of benches turned into sawdust, and even a big hole was smashed in the wall, making the originally dim church much brighter. Ryan replaced a new magazine and looked into the dust.

The priest was lying on the ground like a hound, with his head bent at 90 degrees, in a very strange posture.

A young Herrscher of Death? No, he didn't seem to have any signs of repairing his body.

Ryan was not panicked. There were no immortal monsters in the world. If there were, it was because he was not strong enough. If he used his power to decompose him at the atomic level or cut him into minced meat, would he still have the ability to attack?

But he chose not to do so because it was not yet time to reveal his cards.