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Chapter Four

The black iron sword made a false slash, and the blade of the sword threw out a string of tiny blood beads in the air.

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground all around, a nauseating pungent smell lingered like a curse, and Cohen felt that the evil desire in his heart was being aroused again.

Returning the sword to its sheath, Cohen looked up at the black figure who had remained neutral during the fight. He didn't understand the monster's position and identity, and couldn't find a suitable opening sentence for a while.

"For you, what does killing mean?" A soft and confusing voice sounded, and the black shadow floated closer: "Seeing that your killing techniques are skillful and precise, without any sloppiness, it seems that in your heart,

You also have a desire to kill, right?"

"I'm not a madman, I'm not bloodthirsty." Cohen denied the black shadow's evaluation, and at the same time reminded himself with his remaining sanity.

"Not bloodthirsty?" The black shadow chuckled: "Then what did I see just now? The sword of the Divine Blessing Knight stabs the person's vitals, but it is not the place of immediate death. It wants the other person to die in pain and fear... Isn't this

Are you enjoying killing?"

Kongyou's voice is like the red lips of a beautiful woman, making people's will soft and intoxicating. This voice kisses Cohen's nerves one by one. It is like a dream-like echo, so charming that it makes people want to indulge in it forever.

"I think..." A weird smile appeared on Cohen's face: "I don't need to explain to you what's on my mind."

"It is human nature to pursue enjoyment. When one thing cannot satisfy you, you can naturally pursue something else; when killing one person cannot satisfy you, you can kill more..." Black Shadow continued:

"Pursue your true self, this is the wonderful life, I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

Heiying's words were too revealing, and Cohen's heart was already filled with emotions. As soon as these urgent words came out, Cohen's mind became clearer.

"Fuck!" Cohen tried to free his mind from the influence of the shadow: "You mean, I was born to kill?"

"Is there any difference?" Black Shadow sighed in a regretful tone: "How can it be your turn to choose whether to kill or not to kill? Do you have this right?"

"I can't choose, you mean you have the right?" Cohen clenched the sword in his hand: "Who are you? What right do you have to dictate to me!"

"There is a force much more powerful than you in this world. Whether you admit it or not, it has existed before eternity and will continue forever." The erratic voice reached deep into Cohen's heart, making his already emotionally agitated mind even more unsettling.

Wen Wen: "If you want to survive, if you want to do whatever you want - you must obey this power, and I am this power."

The soft words echoed in his ears, and the hidden message in them made Cohen uneasy. His head felt swollen and numb, as if something was expanding, and his body also felt chills.

"You? You...are nothing!" Unable to bear it, Cohen drew out his long sword and charged towards the black shadow, but with every step he took towards the black shadow, he felt his body getting weaker and weaker.

"You don't even know any details about me, so you want to do something rude to me?" The shadow said mockingly: "You are not only reckless, but also short-sighted."

Cohen groaned and his body tilted, as if a very heavy object was pressing on him.

"Kneel down! Ignorant people." The shadow's tone became stern: "Repent to me, beg me, and swear allegiance to me!"

"Kneel down to you...? You're dreaming." The weight on his body was increasing rapidly. Cohen reluctantly supported the weight with his fighting spirit. Although he knew in his heart that he could not compete with the black shadow with his current strength, he spoke with difficulty.

Said: "As a man, I, of course, must be proud of the world!"

"You pitiful and insignificant person, you still want to be arrogant to the world?" The black shadow laughed, and his empty body shook: "I have to be careful, otherwise you will also be arrogant to me, right?"

"You... don't fall into... my hands..." Although his whole body was trembling, Cohen still raised his head stubbornly: "I will... put you... in a dilemma of life and death!"

After hearing Cohen's words, the shadow's originally swaying body froze in the air. After a moment of silence, the shadow replied calmly: "I would like to try to see how I will fall into your hands."

"You...can...try it!"

"Forget it! It was a little joke, but the Divine Blessing Knight took it seriously."

The shadow raised his hand magnanimously, and the pressure on Cohen immediately disappeared. Unprepared, Cohen took a few steps back and fell to the ground involuntarily.

After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, a stream of slightly sweet liquid surged into his throat. Cohen swallowed the blood with a cruel heart and stared at his opponent with a vicious look he had never seen before.

"With this look in your eyes, are you starting to hate me in your heart?" As if something alarmed her, the black shadow raised his head and looked deep into the woods: "It seems that we have to talk again later."

After saying that, the black shadow waved his hand again, and a lavender light curtain enveloped Cohen, who was breathing heavily. When the light curtain dissipated, Cohen's face almost returned to normal - this was the recovery magic of the superior.

"Same as before, the person who came has nothing to do with me." The black shadow stopped his hand and floated into the air, looking like he was watching the fun.

Holding back the pain that had not dissipated in his body, Cohen stood up with his sword and sword. He glanced at the black shadow in the sky from the corner of his eyes, and a strange look flashed in his pupils.

A long whistle sounded in the dense forest, approaching quickly.

A whistle sounded in response from the direction behind Cohen. In an instant, whistles of different lengths echoed in all directions, making it very lively.

Cohen knew he was in a bad situation—he was surrounded.

"Are you able to escape?" The black shadow looked down at him calmly: "When you can't hold on anymore, shout "My Lord!" and I will save you."

"Maybe in the next moment, maybe there will never be a chance." Cohen snorted coldly: "Just wait!"

"I just like your character." Black Shadow smiled: "You are worthy of my redemption."

"Bullshit." Cohen adjusted his weapon and looked at a figure leaping out of the jungle.

The visitor stopped twenty arms away from Cohen and released a large lighting magic. The bright light illuminated the open space, and the corpses of the previous warriors were particularly conspicuous.

This man was thin, with pale skin, and his hands were so skinny that they were all skinny. Only a pair of tiny eyes showed life all over his body. A thin and long one-handed sword was wrapped in animal skin, seemingly inserted casually.

On the belt behind the back.

"It's you." After a long while, the visitor's eyes narrowed to a thin slit before he opened his eyes slightly and said one sentence: "A team fell into your hands. You are a tough guy."

"Fuck you! What the hell are you doing by peeing and taking photos of yourself? How dare you pretend to be cool in front of me!"

Being snatched away by Cohen, the muscles on the visitor's face couldn't help but twitch, but this person should be very aware of his own weight in his heart. It's not good to advance or retreat for a while. He was stunned on the spot holding the hilt of the sword, and he was full of confidence.

After being hit, I no longer had the same arrogance as when I whistled.

He didn't move, but Cohen moved.

The black iron sword was not unsheathed. Cohen raised his hand and stabbed. He jumped over the distance of twenty arms in two steps. In an instant, the scabbard was in front of the emaciated warrior - and he didn't even think about who a character like Cohen was.

Can he handle it alone?

The samurai was so frightened that he jumped back and drew his one-handed sword.

The two swords struck each other with a muffled sound.

The samurai suffered a big loss, and his flying body suddenly accelerated - it accelerated and rolled backwards.

Warriors who use this kind of one-handed sword are generally good at attacking but not very good at parrying. It is precisely because of this that Cohen will attack. In terms of combat effectiveness, this skinny warrior is far superior to the rookies in the team just now.

On the other hand, if you let such people surround you, you will be in big trouble.

There was another muffled sound, and the warrior's long sword flew out of his hand. Cohen took a few steps forward, jumped over, and kicked his spine. Amidst the "click" sound of bones breaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the warrior's mouth.

Cohen opened his arms in mid-air, like an agile bird, and quickly slid into the dark night.

"Good job." The black shadow floating in the sky chuckled softly: "Look at you running so fast, do you even want to get rid of me?"

After saying this, the black shadow flashed away in mid-air.

A quarter of an hour later, the peaceful open space was once again illuminated by magic lights.

Several guys with different shapes, weird costumes, and different faces stood in the open space, carefully looking at the corpses at their feet. Those corpses were using their wounds to report the target's strength to their master, doing their last bit for their master.

"Night Owl Mercenary Group, there should be three search teams coming this time, right?" A fat man with a fleshy face smacked his lips, showing a look of regret: "How pitiful! A whole team of people just left like this."

After hearing these words, a middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground to inspect the corpse raised his head, with a smile on his miserable face: "They are useless! They deserve to die, but I will take your place.

It's a pity for the subordinate who broke his back by kicking him. It's not easy to train a first-class night detective!"

"Okay, okay." A charming woman next to her who was touching up her makeup under the magic light interrupted the two of them from ridiculing each other: "They are all neighbors who don't look up when they see each other, what's the point of making a fuss... these losers will die.

,does it worth?"

"Sister Phoenix said it well." Fatty said to the other party: "We have to unite and win the idea... There are still more than a dozen mercenary groups and countless killers here, we can't let them take over.

So cheap!”

"If the three major mercenary groups of Night Owl, Phoenix, and Liuguang join forces, can others take the lead?" The charming woman put down her foundation and took the wooden comb from the hand of the equally charming lady: "We! We are not the Sbia Empire.

Those third-rate mercenary groups there."

"Our target this time, the killing method is really weird." The thin man sighed, straightened up, and turned out to be half taller than the fat man: "These two people have no scars on the surface of their bodies; there is another one with a particularly strong physique.

He was actually punched to death."

The fat man was a little surprised by the news: "How do you know he was beaten to death with fists?"

"Can you use your "thing" to poke a hole as big as a fist in a person's sternum?" A sincere smile appeared on the thin man's face: "If you can, I will obey your orders from now on."

"I'm kidding, who's going to poke me at Barren Mountain and Night Ridge?" the fat man replied, lingering on the charming woman's body with a slightly obscene look: "How about Sister Phoenix..."

"I don't care, I'm just afraid of you! I'm not in good health." The charming woman turned around and smiled sweetly, tempting everyone with the love in her eyes: "The target's combat power is quite strong! He is a general, and his combat skills are...

He was trained with sword after sword on the battlefield. Otherwise, his bounty would not have been so large, attracting more than twenty mercenary groups to participate."

The fat man smiled flatteringly: "Sister Phoenix means..."

"We don't need to be in a hurry. We should publish the news about the target's appearance and the direction of escape according to the agreement, and let them go first! The more they die, the more tired the target will be." The woman named Fenghuang adjusted her belt with both hands: "Han

It’s a cold night, let’s have a drink to keep out the cold.”

"Okay! Whatever the girl says, brother will do it." The fat man replied loudly and turned to look at the thin man.

"Spread the news, expand the search, and set up camp in another place." The thin man carefully ordered his men. He had to be cautious. The corpses all over the ground really made him nervous.

The dead men were dragged into the pit one by one and covered with mud... Being a mercenary is your destiny. If you die, there will be nothing.

The tent to block the wind was pulled up, and the leaders of the three mercenary groups were lighting a bonfire, drinking and chatting absentmindedly. Although they were determined to let other mercenary groups take the lead, the bounty for obtaining the target was too generous...

If it can be obtained, even if it is divided among three temporary mercenary groups, each mercenary group can be disbanded immediately and let these members go home to retire.

"How far can our target escape in the middle of the night?" The thin man said uneasily, "It's already this time, why haven't we received any news of the fighting ahead?"

"Just wait! The news will be sent back." The fat man hummed a few times and glanced at the woman next to him: "At worst, we can wait until dawn, and our own people will be able to send back the news."

"Yeah..." I don't know whether it was the reflection of the bonfire or the red wine, but the charming woman's cheeks were red: "The target's martial arts is very powerful, why are you so anxious."

The thin man sighed and moved his body.

The true identity of the target has not been made public, only the leader of the mercenary group knows it. Although this is an ancient tradition, it also makes sense. If everyone knows the identity of the target, this time the "hunting" team may know it on the spot.

Most of the people ran away.

"Where's the wine...the wine is gone." The fat man shook the wine can and shouted outside the tent: "Come here, serve the wine."

The person serving the leader was outside and should have responded immediately, but after waiting for a long time, there was still silence outside.

"Where are the people!" The thin man jumped up from the ground with a start, "Where have they all died?"

Only the bonfire was still burning, and outside the tent, the world was dark and silent.

The fat man squinted his eyes, and the muscles on his face stood out. He touched his weapon with both hands and slowly stood up.

But the charming woman named "Phoenix" untied her belt with a slow movement, her eyes were misty, her face was filled with an expression of extreme longing, her lips were wet, and she gasped from her bright red lips.

.

There was no sound outside the tent.

In the tent, two people, one fat and one thin, were breathing heavily, and there was a female voice that was gasping more and more seductively. The atmosphere in the small tent gradually became weird.

"Who is that outside?" the thin man asked loudly, "Are you kidding the Night Owl Mercenary Group!"

No one answered the thin man. He exchanged a look with the fat man, and the fat man nodded at the two cronies who stayed in the tent.

The cronies unsheathed their swords, took two sharp steps forward, one to the left and one to the right, and jumped out of the tent almost simultaneously.

There was first a sharp sound of metal breaking through the air from the left side of the tent, and a vague object flew high into the sky - at the same time, there was the sound of feet landing on the right side of the tent.

Before the three people in the tent could react, a dull sound of flesh hitting the flesh was heard again. The mercenary's body, which was on the ground with both feet, flew back to the tent. His uncontrollable body rolled several times on the expensive carpet.

The fat man stopped at his feet - the mercenary's face collapsed, red and white flowing all over the floor.

"Fuck!" The fat man shrank his feet and protected his chest with his sword and shield. His forehead was shiny with sweat.

The round object that flew into the sky spun and fell down, and several people were splashed with blood.

This time, even Phoenix temporarily stopped breathing. The leaders looked at each other and saw that they were all rolled over by the tip of the knife. All three of them understood that they had changed from the status of the hunter to the hunted.

"Stop hiding your head and showing your tail!" A mercenary who couldn't bear this fate shouted: "Come out and fight!"

What answered him was a dagger, which effortlessly pierced the tent and inserted into the throat of the shouter.

Blood dripped onto the hard mat outside the carpet. The shouting mercenary bent down, held his neck with one hand, and knelt towards his leader. Along the way, his body was moving strangely.

Twisted.

As soon as the thin man glanced at the wound, he knew that the opponent outside the tent was more cruel than him. This sharp dagger could kill him with one blow, but the opponent made the dagger a little crooked and only cut the blood vessels in his neck...

He wants the people here to die, but he won't let them die happily!

With a kick to the end of the dagger's handle, the thin man ended the subordinate's pain.

While the mercenary was still twitching unconsciously, and when everyone's attention was drawn, a strange voice sounded in the tent.

"Killing and being killed are often fates that come together. Although it happens suddenly, this is life, and everyone must learn to adapt."

The visitor closed his eyes slightly and raised his chin slightly, as if searching for the aftertaste of blood in the air. The bonfire reflected his shadow on the tent, extremely tall. (To be continued)


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