The burly mercenary's head rolled down the hill with a gurgling sound. His body shook for a few times before falling down.

A figure appeared next to his construction war horse. A thin figure seemed to be able to blow away by the wind.

His body was faintly visible in a black mist, and a pale palm was slowly retracting. Blood was dripping from the edge of the palm, and a metallic luster appeared.

"Who are you?" the remaining mercenaries were shocked and asked anxiously.

"The person who sent you to see the God of Death." The figure replied, and the black fog swayed a few times, revealing a pale face. What kind of face was it? There was almost no muscle under the pale skin, leaving only the outline of a skeleton. The eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the small eyes were flashing with a cold light.

Several mercenaries were shocked and then shouted, "Sir Vaso, why are you here?"

The 'Ghost Night Watcher' Vaso is one of the witch hunters who followed the three 'Nigongzi' to the outpost this time, and is at the middle level of the Awakening level.

Vaso glanced at them, and a cold smile appeared on his face. "Come and kill you."

As he said that, his black fog suddenly expanded and swallowed the mercenaries. He heard the harsh piercing sounds and mercenaries shouting and scolding from the black fog, as if he was in a fierce battle. But in just a short while, the sound subsided, and a mercenary staggered and retreated.

I saw that there were wounds like babies' mouths everywhere, and a large amount of blood flowed out from it, dyeing his body red. On his chest, a big hole was clearly visible, but the heart inside disappeared.

"You... this... devil."

The mercenary staggered to his knees, but his eyes were full of hatred. "You... won't... succeed."

"Jessica... has gone far."

The black mist condensed, and Vaso's figure appeared from the black mist again. His fingers were dripping with blood, and a heart in his palm was. "Do you think I'm here to catch that girl?" He said to the mercenary, with a faint ridicule on his face. "No, I'm just here to play. You are my target."

"For... why?" The mercenary's eyes were dissipated, and he could not have thought that this would be the answer.

"Because Emily hates it. She must be weakened in order to gain control of the outpost. And you are the obstacles." Vaso said with a sinister smile, putting his heart beside his mouth and smelling it, showing an intoxication. "Look, what a fresh source of motivation... Only the heart of the strong will be so delicious. I have accepted your dedication."

The mercenary fell to the ground, his eyes widened and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. His life was leaving him and finally fell into darkness.

Blood spread from under him, dyeing large areas of the ground red.

The black fog swayed, and Vaso appeared under the hill. Haas and others hurriedly bowed their heads and greeted respectfully. "Sir Vaso."

"Good job," Vaso praised. He put his heart beside his mouth and licked it. "You have given me some rewards."

"Everything is the power of the adults." Haas replied in fear. He was very afraid of Vaso, especially Vaso in this state. Few people know that Vaso is also a member of the Black Swan Club. But he does not like "perfect" art, but likes "hunger". There is nothing that cannot be eaten in his eyes, and naturally includes people.

Of course Haas knew all this, so he was very scared.

"Sir, let's go chase Jessica now." Haas licked the corner of his mouth. "Although she is not the main target, if she can catch her, it will not only make the master happy, but also be used as a bargaining chip to threaten Emily."

"No need." Vaso said disdainfully, "At your speed, Jessica had already been running away. Do you think Master Winkton hadn't considered these? You are just bait, so naturally there are others to complete this task."

"Who is it?" Haas was stunned. He was the young master's close friend, but he could only be used as bait?

"Of course it's Mosak."

"Master Siks' people" Haas was shocked. "Why...Master Siks intervened?"

"Because this matter is not a family matter to Young Master Winkton." Vaso replied with a grin, his body gradually disappearing in the black fog. "Stel Post is the most likely channel to integrate into the deep world. No one will let go. If Emily hadn't been too dangerous, we wouldn't have wanted to take this step."

"But it doesn't matter. As long as it is within the framework of the rules, I think Emily can only endure it even if she is unwilling to give up. I really want to see her crazy...hehehehehehe..."

Amid the laughter, the black mist exploded, and Vaso's figure disappeared without a trace.

Under the hill, only Haas and a group of men were left, looking at each other.

"Even Lord Mosak has taken action?" Haas's face twitched, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. "I feel sad for that girl."

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At the same time, Jessica's carriage was still running on the road ahead. In the carriage, Jessica was shaking her body and drowsy.

She was still a little far from her destination, and she couldn't hold on anymore. As an ordinary person, although Jessica had excellent qualities and mentality, experiencing these things still made her too tired. Her ugly faces appeared before her eyes, making her feel fear and disgusted.

The night wind was whistling outside the car window, and the carriage had already run to the fastest speed. The horse's hooves rumbled on the ground, but they could not drive away Jessica's fatigue.

Lea was already asleep. The little girl was weaker than Jessica and could not withstand the fatigue of the journey. On her shoulder, the little flower spirit wrapped in a small piece of felt and the scent of her sleep was flowing from her mouth.

Jessica tried hard to open her eyes, picked up a piece of felt to cover Lea, and she also shrank to a corner of the carriage. But just as she was about to close her eyes, she suddenly felt a huge shock coming from her feet, and the whole carriage stopped urgently. She pushed her violently forward and involuntarily hit the carriage in front.

"What's the matter?" Jessica screamed.

No one answered, the carriage was quietly parked in the middle of the road, pulling out a long brake line from behind. The four wheels emitted thick white smoke, but they could not move forward at all.

Because the cart-pulling war horse was already caught by one hand.

A man's hand.

Jessica's pupils suddenly contracted, and she could hardly believe her eyes. How strong is the impact of the constructed war horse? In addition, the kinetic energy of the carriage running wildly, she would be held back by one hand? Could this man be...

"Sorry, Miss Jessica. You can't move forward any more."

In the dark night, the man slowly raised his head, revealing the metal face on the lower half of the cap, and said coldly.

Then he closed his five fingers and crushed the head of the constructed war horse.
Chapter completed!