Shaking his dizzy head, slowly opening his eyes, feeling the cold and humid environment around him, Willy unconsciously twisted his lower body, but unexpectedly he was tightly bound by a force. After his thinking was clear and his fragmented memories were pieced together, he realized that he had become a prisoner for others.

Through careful observation, he should be in a cellar with uneven earth walls on all sides, and a lit oil lamp in the corner. With the faint light of fire, he could vaguely see the vegetables, fruits and melons piled up on the ground, and the turbid air was filled with a pungent smell of fruits and vegetables.

Not far away was Connell, who was also tied up in various colors, lying faintly, and he had not seen any signs of waking up. After examining his own situation, leather armored weapons and other equipment were gone, leaving only a single piece of thin pants. Except for some pain in his waist and ribs, he did not feel any trace of abuse in other parts of his body. It is a blessing in disgrace.

He struggled to get up and sat down next to the earth wall with difficulty. He tried to untie the rope that bound his body, but soon he gave up the idea. He tied his hands back and locked the rope around his neck tightly. It was difficult to lower his head, even if he wanted to bite the rope with his teeth. The hunger of his stomach and the thirst of his throat made it even more difficult to escape.

With his body curled up, Willy pressed against the wall. He had never felt lonely and helpless as he was now. Fear continued to spread and invade, his reason gradually became blurred and lost. He could no longer hide his strong appearance. His thinking began to fall into a state of chaos, as if he was desperate as if he was dead.

Out of his instinctive intuition, he seemed to clearly understand that this time, they were completely doomed. Praying for rescue was an out of reach. He didn't know why he thought so, as if he had forgotten his other two companions. Perhaps he had never expected them from the bottom of his heart.

The dark environment of confinement can cause loss of time. Willy doesn't know how long it has passed, because no one has ever opened the cellar to monitor them, and even refused to send a mouthful of food and water, which makes people feel that the other party wants to starve them to death.

When he was most hungry, he slowly arched towards the vegetables, fruits and melons stored under the oil lamp, and then nibbled and swallowed without any choice. Could this be the food the other party prepared for them?

The oil lamp went out, but Connill, who was fainting, never woke up.

He checked Connell's condition, except for the high swollen part of his head, there was no external injury, but he was drowsy and his breath became weaker. If he delayed it, his life would be in danger.

He tried to shout, but no one responded, even though he screamed and his throat was hoarse.

"Connell—"

Until one day, he woke up and Connell had no life characteristics.

He died, alive in the fainting.

This kind boy who accompanied him on adventure, came from a farmer family, yearned for a better future and tried to change his life fate died like this.

When Babain died, he cried once, Connell died, he cried a second time, and when he died, who would cry for him?

Why is life so fragile? Is life born to welcome unpredictable death?

A question was deeply rooted in his heart, what is the meaning of a seed?

The door of the cellar opened, when he lost himself and forgot everything.

Two strong-bodied villagers walked down with torches. Without saying a word, they reached out to lift Willy and walked out. In just a moment, one of them discovered the fact that Connell was dead in his hand, and couldn't help but say to his companion in disguise: "This guy is actually dead. Do you still want to take him to the festival site?"

"Take it here first, let's see the elder's opinion." The villagers asked said in a muffled voice.

"Hmph! It's really a bargain for him to die now." The villager spitted at Connill in his hand, then stopped talking and followed his companions.

Another moonless night that shrouds the earth in darkness.

The difference is that tonight a blazing bonfire lit up the sky in the center of the village square.

Willy, who was awake, looked blankly at the carnival feast in front of the villagers, as if a group of demons were dancing. Along the way, the villagers who saw all looked crazy and excited, and their dark and rough faces were painted with strange colorful patterns with colorful paints. At this time, he suddenly realized that the cult sacrificial ceremony had begun tonight.

He is now like a death row prisoner, and any struggle and resistance is useless. When he approaches the bonfire stacked high in the square, he pulls his villagers to the ground. Before he can take a breath, his big foot stomps on his head and presses it tightly on the ground.

Enduring strong humiliation and pain, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a temporary high platform, with a familiar figure vaguely dancing inexplicably, and a circle of people kneeling beside the dancing people, which was really incomprehensible.

"The time has come! Welcome the Saint!"

As the dancing figure stopped, holding his cane and roared to the sky, the fanatical villagers around him fell to the ground, leaving an empty and straight road.

The noisy vocal music came from far to near. The villagers who were stepping on Willy's head had just loosened their feet. At this time, he could barely twist his head and look in the sound. Gradually, two strong men carrying large sedan chairs covered with flowers appeared in their eyes. As the sedan chair became closer, the appearance became clearer. At this time, he discovered a familiar figure hidden among the flowers.

Girl Fina, Saint Fina.

She sat upright above the sedan chair, her fair and tender makeup revealed a strange sense of sacredness, without any tension or fear. She looked so beautiful, like a budding flower, ready to bloom the most brilliant brilliance of her life at all times.

When the sedan chairs raised by the six strong men were about to approach the campfire, they stopped neatly, while the villagers who were kneeling around raised their hands and shouted in unison.

"Send the saint to the saint—"

"Send the saint to the saint—"

Not only the villagers on the ground were shouting, but the same was true on the temporary high platform, especially the dancing figure, who was almost crazy when he stood on the edge of the high platform.

Hey--

With the loud farewell of the villagers, the strong men carrying the sedan chair made throwing moves one after another. With a neat shout, the sedan chair lifted on their shoulders suddenly threw it towards the burning bonfire!

Bang—

For a moment, fires flew everywhere, and Mars bursting everywhere.

Willie stared at this scene that would never be forgotten.

The flower sedan chair was thrown into the sea of ​​fire, and the girl in the sedan chair was buried in the sea of ​​fire without saying a word.

He opened his mouth wide and could not close, his eyelids kept twitching, and his heart beat violently and almost exploded.

"No...no...no..."

He murmured, repeated, and his reason completely collapsed.

“…sacrifice to God.”

In his ear, someone shouted, and Willy, who was in a collapsed state, only heard the second half of the sentence. Then, he unconsciously caught a glimpse of the strong man holding Connell's body beside him, and then Connell's body flew into the bonfire in front of him without any trace.

A deafening cheer resounded, and the savage and horrifying sacrifice continued.

Willy felt lighter, and at some point he had been picked up, and what awaited him would be the same fate as Connell.

"Elder!!!"

Suddenly, someone screamed in horror.

Willie fell heavily to the ground, and the sudden change made him pass by the god of death.

On the high platform, a mysterious black shadow stood behind the person who was dancing just now. A piece of snow-bright sword with green light shone out of the other party's chest. With a light touching out, the person in front of him quickly fell to the high platform.

"The elder is dead!"

"Someone attacked!"

"Come on! Kill him!"

For a moment, the villagers who were still caring for the front feet became in chaos.

"I thought he was a powerful figure. It turned out to be just a pawn from the Faceless Brotherhood, and it was a waste of my thoughts!"

Xia Lan, standing on the platform, muttering to herself, not caring about the murderous intent around her!

“It should be time.”

A villager's sneak attack flashed sideways, and his head was beheaded with a backhand.

Xia Lan looked into the distance and frowned and whispered.

As soon as the words fell, the wooden wall surrounding the village in the distance instantly burned out a large fire. In the blink of an eye, a circle of fire formed to completely cover the entire village.

“Good job!”

Shivered back, drew his sword again, and cut down several villagers who rushed to him one after another. Xia Lan praised with a faint smile on her face.

The next second, he no longer had sex with the villagers, and the cold-blooded killing officially began.

There are 70 to 80 households in Alun Village, with a population of about 40 to 500.

Killing is simple, but killing four or five hundred people in a row is a very difficult thing.

No matter how strong your martial arts are, people will be tired and swords will be dull.

From night to early morning, from early morning to evening.

Xia Lan has been killing people. He can't count how many people he killed, including men, women, old and young, and all living things that could be seen in his eyes could not escape his sword.

At first, the villagers came to him bravely and fearlessly, but in the end they saw him like a demon who was afraid of running away.

It is very troublesome to find someone, and this trouble is naturally handled by someone.

Corrett, a guy who has lost his dignity and courage, has only one duty now, helping Xia Lan find someone and kill people.

"Stop killing! Stop killing..."

Willie fell to the ground, looking at the village in front of him, with corpses everywhere.

One night was enough to make him understand the causes and consequences, but one night could never heal his psychological trauma.

"Willie, did you see it?"

Corrett's voice rang in his ears.

Willie turned his head and looked at him with a dull look, "What did you see? Did you see a cold-blooded and cruel man?"

"No, you should have seen the reality of this world."

Collet, whose blood was covered in blood, said numbly.

"This is a world where the strong can survive."
Chapter completed!