The man in black robes wearing a cold iron mask descended on the crowd like the god of death. He held a simple Karal sword in his hand, chopping up the people around him as easily as chopping pudding with a table knife.
The blade crunched into pieces, the internal organs were shattered into pieces, and scarlet blood splashed out. Rather than killing with a sword, it was more like beating the enemy with a steel whip. The characteristics of Kalal's single-edged sword made him
Easily tear the enemy into pieces. When dancing at high speed, the special structure of the Kalal single-edged sword will cause it to vibrate at a high frequency. With each strike, the Kalal single-edged sword will make a short, low buzz in the air.
Ming.
Like a wild bee dancing wildly, the buzzing sounds were connected in the air. The man in black robe with the iron mask used a very skilled military swordsmanship to slash out arcs one after another, with a somewhat blurry sword.
The light draws the blood out of the body and splashes it into the air.
Every blow he struck created a hurricane, and the dust on the ground flew into the sky. Every strike he struck caused scarlet blood to rain out.
In just a few seconds, the man in black robe with an iron mask had killed more than ten people. Dots of scarlet blood spattered on his mask, making the smile on his mask become even colder.
And weird.
But the people around him had no time to pay attention to this. Faced with the threat of death, they yelled and retreated, fleeing. In the blink of an eye, a large open space was vacated around the man in the iron mask.
After retreating a short distance, the fear in their hearts gradually began to dissipate.
We can't run away like this. We must organize our forces to fight back.
After calming down a little, some people with more knowledge immediately realized that they could not escape passively, and it was unrealistic to defend alone. The butcher like a mad dog was enough to tear apart their defenses.
This kind of cruel military swordsmanship can destroy the morale of the enemy. Facing these ordinary people who have never been on the battlefield, the fragile defense line they formed is almost self-defeating in front of this man in the iron mask.
"Hey! You"
An old man with a bandage on his arm bravely stood out from the crowd, pointed at the man in black robes with the iron mask and shouted loudly.
But he never had the chance to say these words.
The figure of the man in the iron mask blurred slightly, and the next moment he appeared in front of the old man.
The old man, who looked to be about sixty or seventy years old, with most of his hair already gray but his body still strong, was cut diagonally across his body by the buzzing sword, from the right clavicle to the heart, and a row of ribs on his chest went straight inward.
It shattered and collapsed in. A cone-shaped blood mist burst out from behind.
His throat made a vague gurgling sound, and his face immediately showed a twisted look of extreme pain. After struggling for a while, he collapsed to the ground.
Behind the old man, a child's face was covered in blood. His pupils were trembling violently, and his whole body was trembling.
Suddenly, everyone was quiet.
No one knew what the madman was going to do. He rushed out without saying a word and started killing people. This unusual silence gradually filled the hearts of these people with fear, as if what was in front of them was not a person, but something.
Like a monster in human skin.
Being unable to communicate can cause fear.
Just when everyone was almost in despair, the man in the iron mask spoke for the first time: "Smile... everyone, keep smiling."
His voice was dry and hoarse, but it had a certain magnetism.
For a moment, everyone around him was so shocked by him that they didn't even dare to move. In response to the Iron Mask's request, stiff smiles appeared on their faces.
“Excellent! Very good!”
The man in the iron mask spoke slowly, as if he were an old gentleman from Titan, speaking in quite elegant terms: "Please stand apart, this will prevent me from killing the wrong person."
Killing the wrong person?
The people around were slightly startled.
"Wait a minute. This... sir, what kind of person do you want to kill?"
A girl with chestnut hair asked timidly.
The man in the iron mask nodded to her, as if smiling at her.
"That's a good question, Miss. Why on earth would I kill someone? Who on earth would I kill...Yes, who on earth would I kill..."
The man wearing the iron mask chuckled. Through the slits in the iron mask, you could see his bloodshot scarlet eyes. Just looking at them made people feel frightened, and they would unconsciously look away.
The terrifying look that crossed his gaze.
"Yes, everyone. What did you misunderstand?"
After thinking for a moment, the man with the iron mask slowly said: "I don't want to destroy something... I want to... create something."
"Ever since a long time ago, when I was sent to that slaughterhouse, I have already realized my future. I fell in love with that cute red thing, and I can no longer live without him... I miss him."
In everyone's eyes, which were so horrifying that they trembled, the man raised the butcher's knife again, drawing something in front of his eyes like a painter holding a pencil.
"For example...my latest work. Patient. I want to complete such a work..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were people with bandages on their bodies who wanted to tear off their bandages.
Combined with the people he killed in the first round, they have already understood what the murder indicators of this suspected crazy veteran are.
But even though they responded so quickly, they were still a step too late.
In just a few seconds of sluggishness, the lunatic wearing an iron mask picked up his butcher knife and killed dozens of people at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
His killing efficiency was so high that dozens of people did not even let out a complete scream. The corpses on the ground that were split by Kalal's sword could be seen at a glance with terrifying huge gaps. Blood and blood
The minced internal organs spewed out together, forming funny graffiti on the ground.
"Hehehehehe..."
He smiled hoarsely, and there was an almost crazy violence in his bloodshot eyes.
The people around them didn't even have the strength to scream. Fear turned into invisible giant hands and tightly strangled their throats. They shook their teeth, but they could only whimper like air leaking.
In just one breath, the area near the port has turned into hell.
Then, the completely invincible crazy veteran crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of blood and continued to move deeper.
There are more people there. More wounded. More material.
"The butcher...he is the butcher! This is a massacre!"
Behind him, a survivor was wailing: "This madman! Madman butcher!"
The black-robed butcher wearing a cold iron mask came like the god of death. But these people didn't know what kind of empty expression was underneath the death mask. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.
