Outside the fortress, in the face of the approaching demon king and the townspeople, two outstanding warriors and leaders are on standby, all the war boys are loaded with bullets, waiting for the moment of battle.

However, on the top floor of the "Silver Meat Grinder", in the gorgeous living room, all the atmosphere was so weird.

"Huh... Ha... Hahahahaha

"What a boss, what an invincible monster, it's all fake!" Trampling the lifeless corpse of old Joe with his feet, Chag no longer exists in the slightest bit of humor and scheming, just a poor man driven crazy by conspiracy theories and high-handed policies.

The unrepressed venting continued for a long time, until the already old military uniform was trampled on with dirt and sulfur powder. Like a childhood nightmare, Chag turned his upper body directly in a strange posture that did not conform to the anatomy of the human body at all, looking at the old and the young on the ground, who were already a little frightened and confused.

Slowly, he began to laugh, laughing silently, but when the smile bloomed to the fullest, it continued, the corners of his mouth cracked, blood left along the skin, and the terrifying image directly frightened Celia, who had never seen such a scene, into a scream, unconscious. With that big and exaggerated smile, he approached the two step by step, still holding his love gun in his hand, as if he regarded it as his last support.

"Well, you are the same, and any prophet is false! What bastard, I look like you're afraid of the Sigmar's revenge on you! ”

The Prophet seemed to suddenly remember something, suddenly regained his composure, and just silently looked at the man who had completely fallen into his own fantasies and fears, and he had seen his "end".

"What are you laughing at, what are you trying to lie to me!"

Chag's emotions were completely out of control, and the gun in his hand was pointed directly at the Prophet who was sitting on the ground with a sneering face, as if he was about to kill him at the slightest disagreement.

"Nothing, just fun." Gently brushing off the muzzle of the gun and standing up, the "prophet" Finn looked so tall at this time that Chag could only look up to him even if he was so angry.

"A man who he regarded as a loyal dog gave you the first death you had been looking forward to for fifty years but did not dare to try. Should I say congratulations, or should I feel sorry for you, my brother? ”

"What, what are you talking about, answer my question!" Chag roared and raised his gun again, but this time the target was already aimed at Celia, who had passed out, and pushed the flint, ready to fire a vicious bullet.

Ignoring his movements, the Prophet bent down and picked up the unconscious little girl, walked to a corner of the room, blindfolded the child's ears, and stood in front of her. Turning his head, he looked behind him over Chag, as if with a hint of joy and more of a helplessness.

"He's yours, I hope it makes you feel better."

At this time, Chag suddenly felt that he was much lighter, and then, his feet were dangling in the air, and he felt a huge force on his neck as if he was being caught by a vice.

Then he was forced to face the most terrifying face he had ever seen in his life, and the last face he had ever seen.

At this time, Old Joe had dropped the respirator he had worn for fifty years, revealing his terrifying mouth, black fangs like lampreys all over the black hole that was originally a mouth, and a long, forked tongue was swinging, licking the terrible wound on his chest, and the blood that was still flowing.

"You.. What do you want to do? "It's a voice from hell, and even if you are crazy, Chag can tell that no human can make a sound like that.

Looking down at the wound he had just made, countless small tentacles were entwined and gathered in the wound, and finally there was a tendency to slowly close.

"Ah————!h With a terrible scream, the man in the purple trench coat was in the extreme of fear, and his anger had already begun, and his feet kicked Lao Qiao's chest, and there was a chill on his neck, followed by a piercing pain.

was hit in the chest with a kick, although he didn't move, but on Lao Qiao's hand, only a small piece of neck meat was torn off. Ignoring the wound in his throat, the gun in Chag's hand was against Old Joe's hideous mouth and fired several shots in succession, until the smoke filled the room, and the gun in his hand came out with a jammed "click-" sound, and the walking corpse, who had completely lost his mind, sat down on the ground.

It was far from over, especially when the demon's figure came out of the smoke and smoke again, unscathed.

"I should thank you, Chag, thanks to you, now I can really embrace hell in peace." Pressing forward step by step, Chag was left with only an unfiring gun in his hand.

"No ——!"

In this way, the man named Chag was torn apart and turned into the first feast of the demonized old Joe in the world. Before he died, Chag suddenly felt awake and figured it all out, but when there was a creak of an imminent crush coming from his skull, no matter what he had figured out, no one would know about it.

The Prophet hugged Celia tightly, staring at the almost blood-red old Joe whose military uniform was tattered and stained with blood, and silently watched as he put on the respirator and hide his uglier face under the mask of terror again.

"Welcome to Hell, brother."

With his hands outstretched, Finn smiled and spoke, as if to hug his brother, who had finally become just like him because of the accident.

At this time, except for the two brothers, there was only the unconscious little girl in the room, and no one saw it, whether it was Finn's eyes that were almost never open, and behind the deliberately blackened teeth, there were layers of fangs like grinders.

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A dilapidated RV was speeding down the road to the Immortal City, and on the roof of the car, a priest in a shabby black robe was trying to cut through the roof, and to his horror, there was a large hole in the priest's eyebrows, making a whistle as the car advanced.

Camille, the "traveling merchant" who was driving, knocked on the roof with one hand and shouted as loudly as he could, making sure that the madman who was busy "working" outside could hear him.

"I said, Father, this is the dwarven iron that Orthodoxy has brought to me, can you save your strength! You're going to have to fight in a while, I'm tired of you, I can't beat that stupid big troll myself! ”

"I don't need you to care, you soft bastard who only dares to appear in the soul is still engaged in a sneak attack, Lao Tzu will kill you today, and I will solve those bullshit war boys alone!"

"Crooked! That's if you sneak up on me first, okay! ”

"Less nonsense! Come out and die! ”

The two of them were noisy, and before the large army of the slums was about to arrive in the immortal city, under the surprised eyes of Old Jack and the leaders of the slums, they directly overtook everyone and rushed into the city.