Chapter 320 Who is Whose Hero (2)

The arbitrator raised his upper body and opened his mouth to scream, but made no sound. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the dull short blade inserted into his chest with fear. The hand holding the short blade was hidden in the black gloves, but it still showed slender lines and extreme stability. The arbitrator was also proficient in the human body structure and knew that the blade tip of the short blade had pierced a little of the outer membrane of the heart. As long as he or Su made a move, he would leave irreparable damage on his heart. Therefore, he maintained a hard-working posture of half-lifting his upper body, stiff.

"Who is in the town?" Su asked in a low voice.

"Yes... it's Lord Sutton, senior prisoner." The arbitrator tried his best to keep his body stable, but the blood line in his chest was flowing silently, winding into the ground, giving him great pressure. Life and death are not a big problem, but staying on the line of death always puts him on the verge of collapse.

"I have never heard of a guy named Sutton beside Medierli." Su said slowly, and the short blade gently pierced a millimeter. This was a trivial distance, but I believe the arbitrator could feel it.

Su knew that the rank of the trial office was above the arbitrators at all levels, and above the arbitrators, the prisoner was above the arbitrator, and then upward were the three giants. From beginning to end, there was only one high-level follower of the sword holder Peperos by Medierli.

"Mr. Sutton does not belong to Mr. Medielli, he...he belongs to Mr. Methus! Don't kill me...well!"

"Light and dark Libra...Mishusi?" The name passed through Su's heart. He gently pulled out the short blade, and then released his right hand that was covering the mouth and nose of the arbitrator.

In a certain era in the past, Mithus's name was as loud as Beasley, Pegrad Salentwell, and then dimmed at the same time because of the sudden rise of Medielli. Although most people did not know that Twilight's decision to have Begrad had fallen, Medielli's history was widely known to people in the circle. With the intention, Su also knew this history, and naturally knew that Medielli's subordinates appeared in the Judgment Town, which was hard to be called kind-hearted.

Blood kept pouring out, dyeing the blood-colored vertical strips in the center of the arbitrator's uniform.

Su had left the abandoned back garden and the two arbitrators who rushed over came silently from the side. His movements followed a strange rhythm. Every heartbeat and every fall were exactly the same as one of the arbitrators, perfectly fitting.

"Wait!" The arbitrator suddenly stopped and called his companion. His face was pale and his breathing began to become rapid.

Another arbitrator who was traveling with him was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong? Jamie Lev seems to have something wrong. We have to go over and take a look. Lord, don't have much patience... Oh, no! Your shadow!"

Jamie turned around in horror and suddenly saw two heads on his shadow! His thinking suddenly froze, and then he realized that he suddenly turned his head and looked to the other side. Sure enough, he saw a figure appearing at some point, standing side by side with him, and their shoulders were almost touching!

However, just as Jamie wanted to fight back, a wisp of numbness began to spread from his chest, almost pulling away the power of his body at the moment he felt it. All the blood was flowing backwards, and then spurting out of the scattered heart and seeping into the gaps between the organs.

Su looked at the other stunned arbitrator and asked in a low voice: "Where is Sutton?" His right hand still held the hilt of the saber, and the saber that pierced the ribs supported Jamie's body, so that he did not fall down. The blade slightly tilted to a angle, cleverly sealing the wound, so that blood did not flow out immediately. The remaining vitality made Jamie open his mouth, but he could not make any sound. He could only open his eyes full of fear, and his body trembled dyingly.

The still alive arbitrator felt that there was no water in his throat and it was dry as if it was cracked. Jamie's face conveyed too much fear to him, which made him, who was experienced, panic for a moment.

This is fatal enough.

A deep bullet hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and his shocked expression frozen. At this moment, he realized that Su didn't want the answer at all.

Su looked at the dilapidated church in the center of the town, gently pulled out his saber, put away his pistol, stepped sideways, and hid into the numerous houses.

The street lights were lit in the Trial Town. These ancient and dilapidated street lights emitted a dismal gray-blue light, adding a bit of mystery and desolation to the town. Perhaps due to the unstable voltage, all the street lights were flickering. Under their dim lights, the dry trees, half-collapsed fences, and twisted lamp poles, everything had a beating like a shadow of life.

There is wind in the town. Every time the cold night wind blows, it will bring a few street lights to shake and sway, making squeaking moans. So the damaged buildings and ghostly shadows become more excited at this time, swaying in a row of circling.

The only place with normal lights is the church in the center of the town. In the not-so-wide prayer hall, the seats that have been going through the years have been violently demolished and thrown on both sides. There were more than a dozen people standing on the clearing clearing ground, and four energy lamps floating in the air illuminated the church's interior with unprecedented brightness.

On the prayer platform, Medilly's cold, rough, and heavy cast steel seat had been moved to the corner. Perhaps the clearing staff would recall Medilly's terrifying means when they saw this seat. This seat was placed respectfully, and the fate was very different from those piled up and damaged wooden chairs.

The place where the cast steel seats were originally placed, a bottomless square pit had been dug out, and the pit was filled with plasma! The plasma was surging, as if it was boiling.

At the four corners of the square pit, there was a man covered in a blood-red robe. They crossed their hands on their chests, and they prayed softly and quickly, and with their prayers, four thin blood lines rose from the blood pool and poured into their mouths.

From time to time, a dark red mist rose in the blood pool, hovering around on the prayer platform, and then slowly recovered. When the blood mist covered the table, the four people wrapped in red robe were trembling, and the prayer also had trembling sounds, and the thin blood line became intermittent.

In front of the prayer table, a tall and thin man with a gloomy face stood coldly, staring at the four people who were struggling to hold on to the prayer table, with a gloomy face. Behind him, seven or eight people stood in an arc, guarding him in the center like stars holding the moon. On the other side of the prayer hall, several black ropes were hung from the columns, and the last section was tied to Pepelos's hands and feet, hanging her in the air. On this cold and cold night, Pepelos felt no chill, because there was no feeling on her body. Her body was covered with scars of all sizes, old and old, and some were stacked together, some of which were still oozing out blood.

"Peperos, as long as you are willing to tell me the way to crack the blood pool, I can guarantee that you will get the position of the prisoner in front of His Excellency Mithus." The tall and thin man turned his head and stared at Peeperos and said coldly.

Peperos laughed and said, "Suton, you're dreaming again! Don't say that I don't know the way to crack it, just know, will I tell you?"
Chapter completed!