dhibooks Chapter 185
Chapter 185
'Wow'.
A basin of blood was poured down, drenching Karen all over.
Originally still immersed in groggy, he opened his eyes vigilantly - the goal he entered was not the darkness belonging to the 'Son of Tyne', but a bright and splendid gorgeous hall.
This is a reception room belonging to the aristocratic class, but it is closed on all sides and has no windows. There are even a large number of torture instruments inlaid with gold, silver, and gemstones, and a cross on each of the three walls.Its entrance isn't even a 'door', but a platform lowered from the ceiling.
Now, Karen is tied to the cross in the middle, and he is the only one of the three bound on the cross that still has strength.At this time, the other two couldn't bear the torture and the massive blood loss, and they were dying.
This dissatisfied the nobles who appreciate the 'art of torture' in the room.
That's right, there are more than a dozen vague-faced people in this hall, most of whom are neatly dressed, and a few of them are particularly gorgeously dressed. They are headed up in the hall facing Karen, surrounded by marble A tea table sits alongside a silver meal stand.
When Karen looked over, they toasted and sipped tea leisurely, as if they were having a leisurely tea party.
And the one with the most gorgeous clothes inside is the host of this bloody tea party.
"This young man," a nobleman squinted his eyes and smiled, "he can stand up to it."
"Of course, that's the legend of the slums, Karen Onsis." The lady sitting opposite him covered her face with a fan and said softly, "It is said that he killed 300 people one day."
It sounded like the aristocrat was smiling very happily: "Are you serious? Don't make trouble, he doesn't look like a professional!"
"This is not a joke, my esteemed sir." The host drank a cup of tea leisurely, while waving his hand to signal the attendant below to open the throats of the two strong young men who couldn't hold on, and said with a friendly smile: "Don't think he came out of the slums. If you give him a chance, he will definitely become a mid-level professional..."
——This sentence is not a low praise, because the subtext of "must be able to become a mid-level player" is "pass the test from talent to will, and it is very likely to become a high-level player".
"Oh, that would be such a pity," the aristocrat sighed, "Such a good young man, is he going to die here?"
As he said this, Karen couldn't feel any real regret in that person's heart—this group of people came here for fun today, let alone a possible mid-level professional in the future, even a As long as middle-level professionals and even high-ranking professionals can control and conceal the news, they dare to kill them, making death meaningless.
Just like the people on the left and right sides exuding strong blood and smell.
Karen sighed.
——When he was 15 years old, he had mastered the skills of stealing, assassination and escape, and he had become the ruler of the slum where he lived.
In the autumn when the harvest was not good and the weather was even worse, he gathered the poor people around him, trying to find a new way of life for the bottom people.
But it didn't take long for his people to be divided - a bag of gold coins destroyed the weak unity, leaving him seriously injured in a chaotic battle and captured by the gang in front of him.
People around him, people who had friendship with him, people who had a crush on him...all died.
This fluffy sentence cost nearly a thousand lives.
As a result, all the interpersonal relationships of this person, Karen Onsis, were cut off from birth.
In such an era and in such an environment, if all the people who knew and remembered a certain person died, then that person is also considered to be dead.
Further back...
Because of the saying "can kill 300 people a day", these people made a bet.
A full 340 people were drawn...most of them were their old servants and women and children from the surrounding area.Because they still need to use the slaves of the middle-aged, and the young and middle-aged civilians have to create production value for them.
Then, these people who thought that they could be unscrupulous in the separatist side of the aristocratic territory made the most wrong decision in their lives.
——They gave Karen a shelf of weapons and told him to kill those innocent people.
And Karen, when he took up arms again, he felt a calling.It came from afar, calling for new hunters, new destroyers, and new cleaners of the planet, and fell into the flames of rage in his heart, turning into a most basic force.
Then, when they were wearing their protective shields to 'watch' Karen, a young man who had suffered heavy casualties from the sergeants they sent to counter the rebellion, Karen suddenly struck.
——For him, even if he was given a room full of weapons, none of the 300 people would die in his hands.
But if you just kill a few two hundred and five...
A knife is enough!
'call! '
Karen smiled, and the picture turned up from the memory flashed to 'later'.
The few people sitting at the top moved in front of him unexpectedly.
The picture twitched for a moment, as if it wanted to go back to the windowless and doorless 'reception room'...but a strong and hard will suppressed these people's wishes, so that they could only stay in this room that was so close to almost Can hear Karen breathing distance to keep his face stiff and dumbfounded.
In their eyes, the handsome boy with black hair and brown eyes changed rapidly.
The originally not tall and strong body became tall and strong, the short black hair turned white, and the brown eyes turned red... A mature and more charming appearance appeared in front of their eyes.
"Long time no see." The clearly existing man smiled, "Hasn't Pale Eternity sunk after death? It seems that you guys do have some connection with the Dark Realm..."
"..." Several ghost souls, which became more and more blurred, staggered and fell to the ground, looking at his scarlet bloody eyes in fear, propped their hands on the ground, and retreated in a struggling posture.
"Ga...Karon Onsis!!" they screamed, "Why are you still..."
"Why are you still sober?" Karen smiled and tilted his head, walking slowly towards these old acquaintances, his steps were slow and steady: "Of course it's because—"
Several ghasts found desperately that they could no longer retreat.
Because there was darkness spreading from behind him—that was Karen's will, and he limited the size of this space.
The huge darkness swallowed them silently.Before their eyes, the blue sky, the green grass, the horse farm, the manor, more than 300 innocent people and [-] guards...all of these disappeared and were swallowed by the solemn darkness.They know that this means that in the past years, the terrifying threat quietly descended on the world, and it started from what they did.
Returning to the dark space, Karen, the only one with a clear figure, stretched out his hand to them with a smile that was completely different from the anger and violence of the year.
Scarlet, bloody mystic energy sprang up in the sky behind him.
It didn't boil, but quietly melted away, turning into a terrifying sea of blood.
The sea of blood was constantly dripping with liquid secret energy, and when it fell on the dark ground, it quickly accumulated a dazzling, melting red.
Under the blood that was pouring all over the sky, the man said with a smile: "—You guessed it."
The ghosts are truly desperate.Because they know that if he's angry, it's because he hasn't gotten over the past...
But now, instead of being angry, he can still joke lightly at them.Make jokes that don't affect his reaching out.
This proves that he no longer cares about those past stories and weaknesses, he will no longer be coerced by anything, whether it is life or death or honor or disgrace, he doesn't care.
"Forgive me...forgive me!!" The soul of the host of the tea party was the first to scream for mercy, followed by other evil spirits, "We have many..."
The shouting stopped abruptly, because they saw that Karen's gloved hand grabbed the host's neck, and lifted the soul, which was so inconceivably light due to sin, close to the face that looked directly at it.
"Shh..." he said kindly, "I know what you guys want to say—the information and treasures left in this world, right? You must know that after that, I made many people face such a situation." situation……"
His hands gradually began to exert force, and the powerful force was wrapped up, and the biting coldness spread from the depths of the organizer's soul.
That is fire.Blood-like, icy-cold fire.
Karen let go of his hand, and threw it into the air, watching it drift into glowing ashes under the burning of the icy flames, adding bricks and tiles to the solid foundation of this area.
'call! A strong wind that "should exist in theory" hits.
Raising his hand backwards, he pinched a sharp blade on his shoulder and neck.The sharp long sword collided with his fingers, and there was a sound of gold and iron.
'clang! '
"That's interesting." Karen sighed and turned back, looking at the evil spirit holding a sword in both hands, "Since you failed to give me a sword when you were alive... then, what makes you feel that you can now Do you have the patience?"
Slowly, with an irresistible force, he pulled out the transformed long sword from the evil spirit's hand.
Then, it ignited a scarlet bloody flame together with the evil spirit.It's just that the evil spirit turned into fly ash in an instant, but the long sword still remained in Karen's hands.
The two of them turned into piles of ashes in Karen's domain one after another, and the rest of the evil spirits dared not move at all.
Karen looked at them and sighed again.
"It's sad," he said, "that you still haven't gotten your bearings."
'sieve! '
A long knife slashed at his back, so fast that it was beyond words.
Karen laughed loudly, without hesitation he bowed his back and raised his sword to block it, allowing the long sword still burning with blood to block the incoming knife amidst the piercing sound.
On his back, another weapon that has always existed but was ignored by everyone emerged—it was the 'bad star' in the scabbard, which intersected with the long sword to form a stable X' shape... and the intersection of these two fierce blades is where he blocks the sharp blade.
The long sword broke, and the broken blade was ejected, as fast as an arrow.
The enemy at the back failed to retreat, but followed the rebound force and turned around, using inertia to slash Karen's waist!