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Chapter 32. Combat

"Sound of water? Is there a leak here?"

The chief executioner turned around to ask, and the chief judge shook his head.

"It hasn't rained recently, and it won't be time for the snow to melt now."

Indeed, the deeper they went, the more they felt a chill from the depths that was more profound than the midnight street wind.

So what is this "drip sound"?

"What seems to be in front of you?"

The executioner quickened his pace and jumped onto the flat ground. The ground under his feet no longer had a slope but was instead a hard wooden board.

It seems they have reached the basement.

The "T"-shaped structure of the basement caused the air inside to flow in two directions. The smell of blood just felt was incomparable to what it is now. Such a choking rotten smell and blood was comparable to a slaughtered cow or sheep that has not yet been sold.

The slaughterhouse has been abandoned for several months.

"Light!"

The chief judge illuminated the area in front of him, and the scene in front of him made the two executioners gag.

Five or six mutilated corpses were hung in the air by the iron hooks originally used to hang smoked sausage from the back of the neck through the throat. The stomachs were cut open and the internal organs inside were hollowed out.

Human heads with their skulls pried open were placed on several wine barrels, and intestines and excrement were piled on the ground.

The only light here comes from the oil lamp on the top of the table in the middle. People's limbs are arranged in a mess, and the cooked liver is served on a wooden plate with knives and forks stuck on it.

Sizzling...

The asbestos in the oil lamp burned to the end and sparked when it rubbed against the oil surface. The cold wind from the vent blew over, shook it a few times, and then went out.

The chief judge lit up the dim light again. The warehouse space is relatively large, so the light with such intensity can only see the surrounding things, and it is pitch black from a distance.

"This person..."

The chief executioner stopped next to a wine barrel. There was a man's head on it. The skull had been pried open and the brain was missing.

The chief executioner hung the steel hammer in his right hand on his waist, reached out and opened the eyelids of the head. On the pale face, two lines of blood had already solidified, the eyeballs had been gouged out, and there were a few fat maggots wriggling lazily in the empty eye sockets.

.

"What's wrong?"

The Chief Judge released several low-light spells around him to prevent him from becoming the only target to be attacked by the enemy. He also shrouded the head within the range so that they could see it more clearly.

"This man drank with me a week ago, and I still owed him money for the drink. I was still wondering why he didn't come to me to ask for money the next day. I obviously had all the money ready."

The chief executioner sighed, and the hot breath he breathed out in the cold underground warehouse turned into mist.

"Later I found out that he and his family were missing. I hope we don't find his daughter here."

"Shh!"

The chief judge motioned for him to be quiet, and they knelt down.

I extinguished the light in my hand and listened to the faint voice.

Hee... hee hee hee...

The sound was very small, even fainter in this empty warehouse, but their hearing had been trained.

Without communicating, they all approached the source of the sound in unison.

This is most likely a survivor. None of the enemies have appeared now, so they should have escaped through an exit here.

My eyes have gradually adapted to the darkness. With the dim light placed around me, I can vaguely see a thin figure squatting on the ground at the source of the sound. It looks like a half-year-old child.

"Hey kid, you okay?"

The chief executioner shouted to the man in a low voice, while the chief judge prepared a magic spell in his hand.

The man stood up and seemed to be carrying something in his hand.

The light in the hands of the chief judge lit up, and this scene really shocked the two of them.

The face has white eyes and protruding eyes, and the long and sharp molars are covered with dripping blood and flesh. The bronze ghost face is holding a human arm in its hand - still dripping with blood.

drink!!

The chief executioner's hammer swung over in one fell swoop.

In an instant, rain of blood flew away.

Boom!

The opponent couldn't even utter a cry, and was knocked away by the heavy blow of the hammer, slamming into the wall of the stone barrier.

For a moment, blood spattered everywhere, and the man fell to the ground like a rag, making no sound.

The blood dripped slowly from the wall. The Chief Adjudicator placed a shimmering spell on the wall, and the radiant magical particles floated quietly in the air.

Executioner crouched and cautiously approached the "monster".

Through the silvery light, the "monster" was smaller than he expected. The severed hand originally held by the "monster" fell to the side, and he kicked it aside.

"this……"

What's going on?

The closer I got, the more I felt there was something wrong with this "monster".

He rushed over and looked at it carefully.

The "monster's" chest was smashed by his own hammer, and all the bones in his body must have been shattered.

"But……"

The chief executioner knelt down and stretched out his hands to touch the ferocious face.

What could make this weathered warrior's hands tremble non-stop?

A ghost mask sold by street vendors fell to the ground. The dead child's orifices were bleeding with steaming blood. At the slightest touch, the broken internal organs flowed out of the childish mouth.

"damn it……"

Reach out and close the child's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

The chief judge was a little worried. The executioner's broad back blocked his sight, and he couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

"……damn it……"

His hands were filled with the blood of this innocent child that should have flowed through his lively, hopeful body.

"Fuck...his...fuck..."

He picked up the child's broken body and laid his thin body flat. He held the child's hands that had gradually become cold. The small hands that should have been delicate had hard calluses worn out by heavy farm work.

"What happened?"

The chief judge hurried over, and his old friend turned around. The "fallen angel" on his chest was stained with blood. Through the eye holes in the mask, the eyes of the chief executioner were already red.

"Ouch, two priests are killing people!"

Ha ha ha ha……

Laughing, the murderers hiding in the shadows came out.

The chief executioner knelt down and prayed to the sleeping child. His prayer was not only for this child, but also for all innocent martyrs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

All the rude words he learned in the wine shop were forgotten. The thick phlegm in his throat was swirling. At this moment, these three words were the only ones he could spit out.

The teeth were squeezed together, the gums groaned, and sweet blood overflowed from the roots of the teeth.

"Oops! That priest with the hammer? Did you just... want to kill me?"

A thin dwarf stretched his neck and gestured with his hands on his neck.

"Haha, Gila, you are so bad. How could you think of such an idea? Haha..."

The tall thin man laughed heartily and patted the short man on the shoulder.

"Oh, we didn't do anything! We just cut out the kid's tongue, put a mask on him, and played hide-and-seek with the priests."

The tall fat man next to the dwarf laughed like thunder, and the dwarf pressed his elbow against the white fat on the fat man's waist.

"You have to be careful, don't make a mistake again. Your hammer is very heavy, it can hit someone badly."

They laughed, and the huge fat man laughed and smashed his fist into the chest of the corpse next to him, then closed the eyelids on his head, imitating the actions of the executioner.

"Get ready! What... happened to you?"

The chief judge looked behind him. Beside the stone wall, a half-year-old child was lying quietly on the cold floor, covered with a large black robe.

The chief executioner stood up, the steel hammer in his hand burning with hot flames.

He is a judge, so his weapons are naturally not ordinary. These two steel hammers are enchanted weapons, and the high burning temperature represents his anger!

"What a bunch of beasts they are!"

Roaring, the two fire hammers drew circles in the air, and the rot and coldness were burned to ashes in his rage.

The warning from my companion has long since become the wind blowing in my ears, it is so insignificant.

He rushed over, not caring about the disadvantage of being outnumbered, nor deliberately defending.

He just kept waving the hot fire hammers in his hands, smashing them at the three evil ghosts with absolute violence!

"Fuck, be careful!"

The violent priest used a hammer to smash their rampage, and the previous arrogance and domineering had disappeared.

The fire hammer hit the biggest fat man hard. He used his arms full of grease to resist the fierce attack head-on. It was just one blow, and even with thick fat, his bones still made a cracking sound.

, and has a burnt smell.

The short man and the thin man still wanted to get closer, but the fire hammer that hit their faces forced them to give up this unrealistic idea and dodge in confusion.

Boom!!

The three of them were actually suppressed by one person. In order to avoid the scorching fire hammer, they fell backward and threw the human remains towards the ball of raging flames.

"………………"

The chief adjudicator, who was preparing the magic in his hand, was also shocked and speechless by the scene in front of him. He thought that his old partner would be in a dangerous situation when he was besieged by three powerful cultists, and he was ready to rescue him at any time.

He never expected that it would be the other way around!

There was no more rationality left in the head of the executioner, and the divine veins in his body had exceeded the normal transmission strength. Between the limbs and bones, the rioting power shuttled crazily through every blood vessel and every meridian.

He accidentally killed an innocent child?!

The moral bottom line of a soldier is insulted!

The dignity of life has been trampled by these beasts!

The souls of the suffering people roared in their ears: Revenge! Revenge!!

These disgusting bed bugs should never pollute the world!

Only by sending them to the deepest hell to suffer the punishment of the wrath of the gods can their sins be appeased!

Smash! Smash! Smash!!

There was no plan at all, he gave up his defense and launched a life-saving attack, suppressing these three cultists who were no less powerful than him under the roaring flames.

"Damn it! We shouldn't have played for so long!"

The dwarf jumped onto the wine barrel and sat on the head of the man whose skull had been dug out. His face was already burnt black.

"I've eaten so much, and now I have to waste it again."

Pressing the pieces of meat and wood, the fat man climbed up unsteadily.

Bloody characters like tadpoles appeared on the skin of the three people, swimming under the skin like flexible little fish.

"return!"

The chief judge roared, and the magical light ball exploded on the head of the thin man who was preparing for a sneak attack. The result was that he staggered. The thin man's head was bald, but his scalp was intact. The thin man turned his head, and the withered tree bark

His ugly face was already crowded with dense runes.

Although it is unclear what kind of evil magic it is, this group of cultists who believe in an unknown evil god have improved their physical strength and skin defense with the support of this bloody rune.

"We've had enough of eating, we've had enough of playing, let's kill to our heart's content!"

Originally afraid of the fire from the execution hammer, the fat man now directly grabbed the fire-breathing hammer head with his bare hands.

The chief executioner wanted to break free and kicked his legs violently on his belly, but his big fat hands clamped down on the hammer as if made of iron.

"Priest, please don't forget the little one?"

"Ugh!"

The chief executioner lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a bloody arm emerged. The short man clung to his back, and the short, dry arm penetrated his chest from behind like a steel pipe.

He let go of his hand and kicked the fat man's belly. Regardless of the severe pain in his chest, he slammed into the stone wall behind him.

"This madman!"

The dwarf hurriedly tried to pull out his arm, scratching his ribs with sharp fingers.

Please grab the sinner's throat before he falls.

Come on!!

Bones collided fiercely with each other in a decisive gesture, the man-eating demon covered his dislocated arm and howled, and blood flowed from the executioner's seven orifices.

"Walk!"

The thin man is also a warlock. Although his attainments in this area are still not as good as those of the chief judge, the blood characters strengthened his body so much that the chief judge also fell into a hard battle.

Seeing that his old friend had been severely injured, he couldn't care anymore and unleashed the magic that he had been preparing for a long time.

Divine magic·shining

The violent bright light uses the body as a medium, and the entire space is filled with hot white light. If one looks directly at such a strong light, the retina of an ordinary person will be burned through.

The basement entered "darkness" in another sense. Everyone lost their vision and covered their eyes with their hands.

When his vision recovered, the two priests were nowhere to be seen.

"Chase!"

The fat man dropped the hammer, the short man connected it to his arm, and the thin man patted his shiny bald head.

These evil spirits roared and rushed towards the passage.

They shouted the most vicious words and wanted to tear those two people apart.


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