Chapter 818 Executioner

The gloomy sky, the air was filled with a strong iron-blooded aura, and the King City was still majestic. Although a big hole appeared in the city wall, it did not affect the majesty of the King City at all. Instead, because of the gloomy sky and the torn city wall, it gave people the horror of a giant beast being irritated!

Outside the city gate, there were people standing beside the old turtle. The monks chatted, looking at the old turtle that was hanging in the air with malice and slap.

"Dong!"

A heavy bell sound accompanied by the bell sound. Yesterday, the group of monks walked out of the city gate with a cold expression. They were guards of the Tianquan Star Lord, all of which were second-rate magic weapons, and all had the ninth-level golden immortals. They were the most elite monks in the King City, representing the powerful Tianquan Star Lord, and they are also today's executioners.

The crowd was full of complexity, and he knew what would happen today since yesterday, but he was unable to change.

Gensheng wanted to disperse overnight and secretly took the old turtle away, but unfortunately, not to mention helping the old turtle break free from this rope, under the power of the Tianquan Star Lord, even if he approached the old turtle, Gensheng could not do it.

There is a kind of force that imprisons everything around the old turtle. This force is very simple. It is just a rope condensed with the power of immortality. However, this is an unsolved rope. Without the power beyond or inferior to the power of the Tianquan Star Lord, it is impossible to destroy this rope.

The only way to get close to the old turtle is on the day of execution. As the guards of the Tianquan Star Lord, the magic weapon they wear can neutralize the power of the Tianquan Star Lord to a certain extent.

But this means that any action he has will be exposed to the public's sight. Gensheng was helpless. He knew that he could not be impulsive because he knew very well that there was only one chance!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of footsteps, a cold-looking guard came to the old turtle. He was the executioner and the person who was responsible for the execution of the old turtle during the next period.

His face was expressionless, like a dead person, and he could not see any vitality. His palm, wrapped in black iron gloves, touched the old turtle's hard scales.

But gradually, a strange light appeared in the cold eyes, which was a light filled with tyranny and satisfaction.

"Tear!" With a torn sound, the executioner grabbed the end of the old turtle scales and pulled it down fiercely!

A piece of scales with blood at the end were pulled down. The severe pain made the old turtle wake up directly from the coma. Under the stimulation of the pain, the old turtle's body struggle uncontrollably, but the rope on its neck pulled away the few forces on the old turtle's body.

He threw away the huge scales in his hand, looked at the struggling body of the old turtle, and the pain flashing in the old turtle's eyes, and the tyranny and excitement in the eyes of the executioner became increasingly rich.

As the old turtle's body twitched, the monks around him couldn't help but let out distorted and perverted cheers.

What is a monk?

Many people have seen the bright and bright side of monks, but have not seen the difficulties and ruggedness of monks seeking the road. Not all monks are suitable for this path, and not all monks will not be changed by this path.

There is a group of monks who look polite, but are filled with tyranny and darkness.

Things of light can no longer satisfy their twisted hearts, and only darkness and tyranny can give them comfort.

And with those cheers, the cold eyes of the executioner became more and more excited.

Pieces of blood-stained scales were pulled out from the old turtle's legs. Some of the scales were even covered with some flesh and blood due to strength.

This is a rather cruel punishment, just like using your nails to peel off the skin bit by bit.

And every moment when the executioner throws the old turtle's scales down, it will trigger a tide of cheers.

This is an extremely twisted and crazy carnival, a feast for only the dark and the tyrants.

As the scales on the old turtle's legs were stripped, the bloody and hind limbs were exposed, and wisps of blood dripped down the bloody and fuzzy legs, they finally dripped on their sharp claws. The audience in the audience was teased to the extreme, and the old turtle could only breathe in a big mouthful of pain.

Have you imagined what it feels like? Use your nails to peel off the skin on your thighs bit by bit, and keep you awake at all times. This scene is full of twisted human nature. A slightly normal human being can't help but vomit when you see this scene.

But the next moment is the time when the real pain comes!

The air was filled with the charming and sweetness of blood. The executioner who had previously looked cold had completely changed his appearance at this moment. He breathed heavily and his eyes were filled with blood because of excitement.

The black iron gloves that had been soaked in blood directly grabbed the old turtle's claws.

A dull, sticky sound like the sound of chicken feet losing bones in their hands suddenly rang out.

"roar!"

The weak old turtle contracted in pain at this moment, her eyelids opened to its limit, and she could even see the whites of her eyes that were already filled with blood!

This is a kind of pain that is far more than before. The body is twitching uncontrollably, and the soul seems to collapse under this pain.

Ten fingers connect to the heart. There used to be a group of guys who looked like humans but were a group of beasts who would torture others with a punishment of pulling out their nails.

The old turtle has no nails, he has claws, claws used for fighting and hunting.

The claws are larger than the nails, and pulling out the claws is no less painful than pulling out the fingers!

The severe pain made the old turtle scream out loud. He didn't want to scream out loud. In the eyes of the old turtle, this was a kind of surrender to the enemy.

But the old turtle really can't control it, it hurts so much!

No matter how strong your will is, you can't stand this severe pain.

But do you think this is over?

The executioner is a veteran of torture and killing. He knows very well that pain will slowly fade. After pulling out the claws of the old turtle, every once in a while, when the old turtle adapts to this pain, the other party will pull out another claw of the old turtle, or even a finger bone, so that the pain the old turtle will suffer will break through one limit after another.

Gensheng, who was in the crowd, was extremely angry at this moment. He wanted to rush out and kill the executioner directly, but he knew that he could not do this. On the one hand, his strength was not enough. The strength of the ninth-level golden immortal, plus the complete set of second-rate magic weapons, as long as he rushed out, he would be subdued by the other party.

In addition, don't forget that there is a group of monks around.

Gensheng can only endure and wait because he only has one chance!

As the finger bones and claws were pulled out, the real "feast" also began.

A slender long sword, as thin as a cicada wing, the blade is very sharp, and it makes people shudder just by looking at it. But what is strange is that the surface of the sword is extremely rough, like sandpaper.

This is a special knives, a knives that belong to the executioner.

This kind of knife can cut prisoners into more thin slices to the maximum extent, and the rough knife surface, which looks like sandpaper, can lift the pain during cutting to the extreme.

What's even more terrifying is that this knife is also engraved with a formation that improves sensitivity, which will keep the executioner and the prisoner awake at all times.

When the sharp blade cut through the bloody body of the old turtle and brought out the pieces of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing, the old turtle's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and its clenched teeth seemed to be about to bite the teeth.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces.

When the bright red flesh and blood were cut out, the executioner looked at the people in the audience gracefully, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is the first flesh and blood. Does anyone want to taste it?"

There are madmen in this world and normal people, but such a cruel scene still makes many monks around them feel a strong urge to vomit. However, in the eyes of the madman, accompanied by the trembling of the old turtle and the sound of teeth colliding, eating the other party's flesh and blood is another ultimate enjoyment.

Holding the murderous intent in his heart, Gensheng, with a numb expression, walked out of a group of monks: "Can I taste it?"

The executioner was stunned, and his cold eyes looked at Gensheng. He looked at the dull and numb young man in front of him. He thought that this flesh and blood would be snatched away by those like-minded madmen, but he did not expect that the first person to come out was a stranger.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at Gensheng's numb expression, the executioner felt a little liked inexplicably.

On the plate that was as crystal clear as glass, there were a few bright red and even shaking flesh.

Gensheng chewed numbly, enduring the boiling murderous intent in his heart.

But this kind of patience is another meaning in the eyes of the executioner, one that makes the executioner excited, and even the excitement of meeting a confidant.

A plate of flesh and blood was eaten. Gensheng looked at the executioner, looking at the old turtle who looked up at the sky and kept twitching due to pain, and asked back with a dull and stiff look: "Can I try it?"

The executioner was stunned, and a touch of playfulness appeared in his eyes: "You?"

He frowned slightly, looking at the old turtle who was constantly struggling because of pain, a hint of loss appeared on the dull and stiff face of Gensheng: "Isn't it possible?"

Looking at Gensheng's lost expression, a special feeling appeared in the heart of the executioner.

The executioner likes Gensheng very much. Gensheng's expression and numb expression make the executioner think of a deceased friend.

He was like Gensheng in front of him, with a numb expression, and his eyes were always turbid like a pool of stagnant water. It was a manifestation of falling into extreme darkness. To be honest, Gensheng's eyes looked very similar to that of his friend.

When he saw Gensheng flashing with disappointed eyes, a trace of guilt appeared inexplicably in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, the executioner said hesitantly: "It's not impossible. Do you need me to borrow your knife?"

Gensheng shook his head, stretched out his white palm, and a stiff smile appeared on his face: "No, I like to use my hands."

The executioner's pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something. A sudden flash of excitement in his eyes. He was breathing heavily. With the excited eyes, the executioner looked at Gensheng with a hot expression: "I think we will become friends, what are your names?"

Staring at the executioner's hot, twisted and crazy eyes, Gensheng's expression was as stiff as ever: "Friend? Maybe? My name is Gensheng."

Staring at Gensheng and looking at Gensheng's slow and stiff pace, the executioner was like an expectant audience, with excitement and curiosity flashing in his eyes. He was looking forward to what an exciting show Gensheng would bring him next!

The big show? Maybe? It’s just that this big show is completely different from the executioner’s thinking.

When he came to the old turtle, he looked at the old turtle with a complicated expression. The silent power in his body rose to the extreme. Gensheng suddenly jumped up, and his huge fist smashed his eyes hard at the old turtle's eyes.

This is the weakest part of the old turtle. As long as the eyes are penetrated and the strength is strong enough, Gensheng can directly break the old turtle's brain and ultimately successfully kill the old turtle.

That’s right, Gensheng wants to kill the old turtle, which is the only thing Gensheng can do, because only in this way can the old turtle be liberated. Sometimes, living is more uncomfortable than dying!
Chapter completed!