Chapter 305 The Butcher in the Night, Killing with Indulgence
In a dense jungle.
A short, fat soldier with messy hair was squatting beside a half-rotted giant tree, panting.
"Huchi... Huchi... Huchi..."
At this moment, the soldier's heart was full of excitement and excitement.
He is a deserter.
Not long ago, he was just an ordinary groom.
But after going bankrupt due to debts, he was desperation and was transferred to the Templar Legion by his creditors, where he became a "glorious" Templar soldier who fought to the death for the Day of the Holy Sword.
After several months of exhausting training, he put on this witchcraft armor and was sent to the sea of blood.
For the pudgy soldiers at the edge of the battlefield, in fact, after surviving the bloody initial confrontation, the subsequent battles were not that intense.
It also meant that he could paddle carefully until the war was over and return to normal life.
But in a previous battle, the pudgy soldier actually found a piece of gold next to the body of a furbolg that only had half of it left.
A piece of gold is as big as a palm and can buy at least a hundred horses.
But the damn thing is, another soldier actually discovered this piece of gold.
In a rush of passion, the pudgy soldier who didn't care about anything brazenly attacked the opponent and took possession of the piece of gold.
Later, when his violent murderous intention gradually subsided and he realized what he had done, he immediately fled into the dense forest in a panic.
Killing a colleague on the battlefield is a serious crime.
"damn it!"
The soldier cursed angrily, "I can't die here!"
As he said that, he took out the gold and looked at it with a silly smile: "Hehehehe, the beautiful life in the future is already waving to me..."
Swish——
Suddenly an ax whirled and hit him hard on the head.
Cah!
After a crisp sound, the soldier whose head was chopped into rotten watermelon fell to the ground helplessly, and he immediately threw away the gold in his hand to settle the account.
After the sound of blades of grass not far away, Jason stepped out wearing a hockey mask.
He walked to the gold nugget and leaned over to pick it up. After glancing at the headless body with extremely cold eyes, he opened his palm slightly and 'conjured' a chainsaw out of thin air.
In fact, the power of anger that Mu Cang gave Jason was enough to condense everything in his memory.
Not to mention chainsaws, shotguns, grenades and even nuclear bombs can easily turn virtual reality into reality, and convert emotions into material reality.
With a clicking sound and the terrifying buzzing sound of a chainsaw, Jason slowly walked towards the dense forest.
Somewhere in the forest.
Click~
Click~
Dead branches and leaves were trampled to pieces.
A tall, fat, bald and tattooed Templar soldier walked cautiously in the dense forest.
He touched his bald head, glanced at the lush woods around him, and tugged at the corner of his mouth and muttered: "It's really stupid. What's the point of fighting with a group of corpse ghosts? Fighting for the light? Uh-huh~"
Obviously, this strong soldier is also a deserter.
But unlike the pudgy groom, he was neither in debt nor bankrupt.
He is a criminal who has committed serious crimes such as kidnapping for extortion, home invasion, murder and robbery.
Among the soldiers who participated in the battle this time, there were not a few who "dedicated themselves to crime" like him.
There are very few people who are brave enough to desert.
Most don't dare, and a few don't have the chance.
And he, who has always been bold, naturally dived into the forest when he found an opportunity without looking back.
As for the possible dangers in the dense forest, he thought he was good at practicing the Knight's Breathing Technique, so he didn't pay attention at all.
After walking for a while, the strong soldier suddenly saw a bright golden reflection under the big tree in front of him.
He frowned: "What?"
His pace quickened and his body became heavy, and the soldier ran to the tree dozens of meters away.
Among the piles of dead leaves, a piece of yellow-orange gold caught his eye.
"gold!"
The strong man who was greedy for money immediately beamed with joy, picked up the gold nugget with one hand, stuffed it into his waist, and was about to leave.
Whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly fell from the tree crown and passed by the strong man at high speed.
Chi~
"Oh!"
Blood splattered everywhere, and the strong man screamed in pain and staggered to the ground.
The gold nugget was also thrown several meters away.
He hissed and throbbed in pain, and when he glanced down, he saw that a large piece of flesh and blood had been severely gouged out from his left chest.
In the deepest part of the wound, one can even faintly see the white ribs.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to walk if you saw gold."
A hoarse, high-pitched voice sounded.
A long, thin black shadow slowly walked out of the darkness.
The strong soldier looked angrily and found a thin man with the same shaved head but deep eyeliner.
The other party tilted his head and looked at him, twitching the corner of his mouth and saying regretfully: "You are too strong, this knife should have dug out your heart.
However, my hard work of following you is not in vain."
"You eggless, male and female bug!" the strong man yelled angrily.
The other party was also a group of criminals in the legion like him, and had always had a bad relationship with him, so he unexpectedly became a deserter.
"Go to hell!"
The strong soldier had a look of anger on his face, and he raised his body and rushed over, punching the opponent hard on the head.
The thin man smiled shrilly, lowered his waist to avoid the attack, and at the same time raised his long legs and moved his toes across the strong man's abdomen.
Chi——
Blood spurts out.
The opponent actually had a dagger stuck in his ankle.
"ah!"
The strong man covered his bleeding belly and hid for a few steps. He leaned against the tree trunk covered in blood and shouted in a low voice, "Do you really want to kill everyone?!"
The thin man scratched his scalp with the back of the dagger and said with a sinister smile:
"This result was destined from the first day you said that I was neither a boy nor a girl in front of everyone. By the way, do you know what my previous nickname was?"
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Ford looked coldly at the strange man walking slowly and twisted in front of him, silently.
"The Black-hearted Skinner."
An excited smile appeared on the skinny man's face, "I'm going to peel off all your skin and make it into boots, hehehehehahaha!"
Click~
Suddenly there was a strange sound above my head.
The man stopped smiling and looked up.
Hiss~
A bloody snake head with its mouth wide open suddenly fell down and bit him right in the eye.
"Ahh!!!"
The man immediately howled in pain and threw away the dagger. He grabbed the snake's head with both hands and yanked it hard, only to pull it off with one of its eyeballs attached.
"Ugh, it hurts!"
This incident immediately made him roll on the ground in pain, and he couldn't even take care of the strong man who staggered away.
But at this moment, Jason walked out of the dense forest with a chainsaw.
When he reached the man who was screaming in pain, he stabbed him in the chest with a chainsaw.
"No, no, don't! Ahhhh!" The man looked at all this with his remaining eyes, but he had no ability to resist.
Click, click, click!
After a sound of flesh and bones being cut, the trembling man fell silent again.
But after running wildly for several minutes, the strong man unexpectedly discovered a huge fallen dead tree with a hole in its side.
His eyes lit up immediately, and he ran over and struggled into the tree hole.
At the same time, he quickly waved his arms and gathered a large number of dead leaves in front of his body to cover the hole.
"...Finally, I'm saved."
The strong man closed his eyes and sighed.
His self-confidence has been shattered by that neither-male nor female person, and he doesn't want or dare to face him at all.
At this time, the whole rotten tree suddenly shook.
"Huh?" The strong man opened his eyes suddenly, "What's going on?"
Buzz buzz!
There was a faint sound of chainsaws outside.
"What is this sound?"
Just as he was puzzled, the sound of the electric saw was getting closer and closer.
next moment.
Buzz-buzz-sizzle!!
A chainsaw suddenly cut into the tree hole.
Before the strong man could react, the chainsaw cut through the dead tree and cut deeply into his knees.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"Ahhhh..."
A howl of terror and pain suddenly came from the dead wood.
Outside the dead tree, Jason, holding a chainsaw, sawed the upper trunk without emotion.
Buzz buzz——
Under the ruthless cutting of the electric saw, the dead wood was shaking and screaming like a living thing.
From the cracks in the sawed tree trunk, streams of turbid blood mixed with minced meat spurted out from time to time.
In just half a minute, the strong man died in pain and despair deep in the dense forest.
…
In this unilateral war initiated by the Brilliant Kingdom, not only the Templar Fortress commanded by Walton participated in the war.
In addition to it, on the long territorial boundary between the two forces, light and dark, there will be a war fortress loaded with millions of soldiers rushing into the outskirts of the Blood Sea every tens of thousands of miles.
There are dozens of such huge mobile witchcraft fortresses in use.
Tens of millions of soldiers wearing witchcraft armor, tens of thousands of mercenaries with unique skills, and a smaller number of high-level wizards who are more destructive than the first two, are all burning like sparks.
Burning on the large and small islands in the bloody ocean.
Under the darkness of night, there was an endless sea of blood and flames of war all over the place.
In the most intense fighting area, densely packed witchcraft arrows carrying frost, thunder, and fire, as well as pale bone spurs carrying wisps of strange light, evil energy, and blood mist, were flying back and forth like rain.
Under the terrible "firepower" entangled by the two sides, almost no living creature could survive for more than a second. Even the surrounding mountains and huge walls were constantly trembling like iron trees blooming, blooming into bursts of brilliance the size of watermelons.
After the light fades away, potholes as big as one meter will be left in place.
The pits are either cold and cold, or filled with lightning, or corroded and collapsed, or steaming with flames...
In short, in the face of these "firepower" attacks, even if the soldiers of the two forces were hit once, there would be no complete corpses.
If you touch it, you will be injured, if you touch it, you will die.
Unless you have to fight on the street in some particularly narrow terrain areas, there is generally very little close combat, and you basically just 'throw' witchcraft arrows crazily from a distance of several thousand meters or even longer.
There is no need to aim specifically, basically all arrows have the ability to "find enemies". As long as they shoot in a general direction, they will try their best to find the enemy and blow them up.
Under this premise, witchcraft was used to quickly build a solid position, dozens and hundreds of soldiers were stationed in it, and then positional warfare based on this became the mainstream of the battlefield.
It happened that at midnight, a tall man wearing a hockey mask quietly emerged from the woods nearly a kilometer away from the wall of a small fortress-like position belonging to the Templar Legion.
It is the messenger of anger——Jason.
Wow~
The red fire of hatred suddenly ignited from his broad shoulders and back, and with a crackling sound, the flames suddenly enveloped him from head to toe.
Then, without saying a word, Jason rushed toward the front position with his sword and ax in hand.
He touched the ground with the sole of his foot and crossed a hundred meters in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In less than a second, Jason left several footprints full of thick cracks on the forest floor.
At the same time, it is getting closer and closer to the witchcraft array ahead.
Several vigil soldiers standing on the wall of the position have also discovered the approaching Jason.
Without too much panic, the soldiers raised their arms and raised their bows to shoot.
Boo hoo hoo——
In an instant, dozens of arrows flew out from the wall and covered Jason's body.
At this moment, he stepped hard on the ground.
boom!!!
The ground trembled, and Jason's strong body was carried by the fierce airflow and jumped hundreds of meters into the air.
Then before a second passed, he adjusted his body angle in the sky, carrying fierce red fire like a goshawk possessed by the god of fire, stepping on the air and swooping down.
Huhuhu——
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the scene inside the position is getting clearer and clearer.
There was a Templar soldier looking up at him with his mouth wide open.
call out--
A figure flashed past.
boom!!
Jason glided down and stepped heavily on the opponent's face with his feet.
Boom! Kaka!
With the continuous sound of bones shattering, the soldier was instantly trampled into a pool of hot flesh and blood.
But when Jason slowly stood up, a large group of Templar soldiers immediately surrounded him.
Arrows, bullets, lightning, sword light, and all kinds of attacks were densely packed and immediately overwhelmed his body.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
All of a sudden there was a burst of colorful lights and explosions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing that the guy of unknown origin has been surrounded by brothers, the commander of the outermost position breathed a relieved sigh of relief.
He patted the adjutant next to him and asked: "Who is so crazy? And they are also engaging in air raids."
The adjutant shrugged: "This guy suddenly fell from the sky, how can we know who he is?"
At this moment, a burst of angry flames burst out from the besieging crowd, and suddenly expanded and enveloped the entire fortress.
And in this scorching flame, there are hundreds of fierce sword lights slashing back and forth.
So in just one second, the dozens of temple soldiers involved in the siege and the two commanders who were conversing were all reduced to countless charcoal-roasted pieces and died without even being able to utter a scream.
For a time, most of the entire fortress was burned and melted, leaving only Jason standing quietly in the center, and the withered bones and charred corpses scattered throughout the position that had not yet been burned.
After killing all these people, Jason immediately turned around in silence and walked away with murderous intent.
And the destruction of this position was just the beginning.
In the following time, Jason, who was extremely mobile, crossed the battlefield and kept running towards the distant corpse playground.
All creatures that dared to resist his path, whether humans, zombies or ghosts, all died without a burial place in a short period of time.
Anyone weaker than Jason will be brutally cut into pieces and burned to ashes.
Those who are stronger than Jason will be killed by his conceptual immortality.
For example, Jason would be swallowed by a large dragon creature without any care, and then explode himself inside the opponent's body.
In a magnificent explosion equivalent to a nuclear explosion, both yourself and the opponent will be blown into ashes.
As for those who are too powerful, Jason will not be reluctant to fight and just turn around and leave.
If he were to stop him, he would blow himself up.
Then it was born out of thin air not far away and resurrected again.
after a while.
Outside a central church position that exploded tragically.
"Ahhh!"
"Run quickly!"
"Monster! Monster!"
"He can't be killed, run!"
Under the dark night, hundreds of Templar soldiers were being forced back by Jason alone.
With a wave of his hand, a red fire blade tens of meters high appeared in the sky, plowing the hard ground for thousands of meters, sending dozens of armored soldiers screaming and cursing loudly along the way.
Jason did not dodge any of the counterattacks, letting all kinds of arrows, sword lights, and witchcraft hit him.
The skin was torn, the flesh was torn, the tendons were broken, and the bones were broken.
Every second, large areas of black blood emitting steaming fire burst out from Jason's body, but the next second these horrific wounds were instantly repaired.
Every second there is horrific pain that tortures Jason's soul, but the next second these pains, which are enough to make ordinary people cry, are transformed into angry rage, making him stronger and endlessly stronger.
Wow!!
The machete slashed hard, and another huge fire blade carrying terrifying heat swept away, chopping up dozens of temple soldiers again.
With just two blows, more than a hundred people died at Jason's hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After more than ten cuts in a row, a series of terrifying waves of swords cut straight to the center.
boom!!
The low mountain several hundred meters high exploded and collapsed, burying all the hundreds of soldiers standing next to it.
The few Templar soldiers with flying magic jumped into the air and were about to leave here.
After Jason raised his head and saw this situation, his back immediately hunched up, and two lumps of muscles and flesh burning with red flames suddenly tore out of the flesh on his shoulders and back, and suddenly unfolded into a pair of giant wings of red fire.
Wow——
With a flap of his big wings, Jason suddenly flew into the sky and chased after the soldiers who were so frightened that they almost fell down.
Ignore attacks, move like the wind, and deal explosive damage.
Facing an irresistible monster like Jason, after killing hundreds of brothers, the remaining hundred or so Templar soldiers collapsed completely, yelling and running around in all directions.
No one wants to die casually, even soldiers on the battlefield.
Especially when he met an immortal monster like Jason, no one wanted to die in his hands.
However, there are always some people who are extremely confident in their own strength.
For example, the commander of the Temple Fortress, Walton.
