How will they react when the curtain of the stage is slowly lifted to reveal the cruelst and evil side in front of the audience?

At least for now, Shrek is one of the most violent. His eyes widened www.biquge.info his eyes were almost about to break free of their sockets and jump out, while his body was trembling rapidly, his breathing began to become rapid, his blood was surging, and even the scene in front of him began to gradually blur, as if he were in a dream.

Or rather, Shrek at least wished he was dreaming.

Because in front of him, what is presented is an unmistakable hell.

Countless corpses were scattered on the ground, and the soldiers who had been alive a moment ago had now become a ground of minced flesh, and they were lying there quietly -- no, the adjective was very wrong, it should be said, they were scattered all over the ground like a pile of building blocks thrown on the ground by a child. There were no longer any living beings, not even living beings, but mere pieces of flesh.

It's like beef, pork chops and stuff.

"Uh-huh!"

When he realized this, Shrek felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, and his whole body arched like a shrimp. I took a big gulp of air, but the feeling of vomiting was still irrepressible and showed an overwhelming sense of presence. What made him even more terrifying was that he was terrified of the current situation, but he couldn't help but take his eyes off the minced meat.

Frankly, Shrek had no idea that he would show such a vulnerable side, they were warriors of the Federation, they fought for the Federation, they survived the cataclysm, and they were united under this banner, they were convinced that everything they did was right. And for this great goal, they have fought countless battles, countless massacres, and in the process of expansion, the Federation has not encountered a gathering of stubborn resistance like the Ninth District, but they have mostly been defeated. The reason is simple, the Federation is stronger than them.

In this process, massacres and demonstrations are indispensable. Shrek himself has not seen the entire gathering place being burned alive, or the scene of a mother holding her baby and crying being chopped into meat sauce. He has even done it many times himself, and until now, Shrek even thinks that there is nothing in this world that scares him. He has degenerated into a devil, and he can do the bloodiest work in the world without changing his face, without any thoughts.

But now, he realized that he was like an innocent and naïve naughty boy, thinking that he could come out of the sky by dyeing his hair and doing a punk look, and then just when he thought he was acting cool, he was slapped to the ground by the oncoming underworld boss, and it was only at this time that he realized what he was stupidly pursuing.

Killing alone isn't offensive, but the problem is that it's not just killing, and Shrek finally understands why he can't take his eyes off the damn pieces.

Because they're beautiful.

If a person is hacked to death with a knife, then the person's corpse will not have any beauty, maybe the pervert will like it, but a normal person will definitely not like it. However, the pieces of the corpses were different, they were not fleshy and fleshy, but clearly organized—like the cutlets on the shelves of a supermarket, and the textured, neatly clean notches created a sense of regularity like seeing a piece of a puzzle.........

Yes, it is a beauty, like the beauty produced by a fly under a microscope, or when a cockroach reveals its internal organs after dissection, which is understandable to human reason, but not acceptable to instinct. Shrek even has the illusion that this shouldn't even belong to a human at all, but to something other than human...............

This feeling didn't ease until Shrek saw something else, but his mood didn't get better because of this, but sank deeper and deeper.

The tank that was still proud before has also become a pile of scrap metal at this moment, and it has also been cut and scattered on the ground, but because the tank is too large, it is not completely damaged, but looking at the pitch-black, as if the cake has been cut piece by piece, Shrek is still cold. This is the M1A1 main battle tank, and it is also the main force and trump card of their Federation, but now, it has quietly become a pile of scrap metal?

It's a doctor.

Although the body was still instinctively violently disgusted and resistant, at this moment, a conclusion had calmly emerged in Shrek's mind. Of course, the Federation's actions will not be arbitrary, and Sector 9 is the most powerful gathering place they have ever attacked, and the first one with Level 5 clearance. Of course, they have made sufficient preparations for this, and buying off that Fernando is the key to it, and through his introduction, the Federation naturally has a very deep understanding of the Ninth District.

To be honest, after learning about the situation in the Ninth District, the Federation was almost completely unable to understand this strange pattern, and the Blackstone group, which ruled the Ninth District, had no absolute force and deterrence. They look more like an alliance, but the fact that the Big Seven don't interfere with each other, and the fact that they have to go out to settle things on their own makes this kind of alliance seem rather comical, because it is not at all in line with the general alliance parliamentary system of intertwining interests to stabilize relations.

Neither dictatorial nor democratic, the deformed system of the 9th District is completely incomprehensible to the Federation, and the only conclusion they can draw after discussing it is that the deformed system is likely to arise from some tacit agreement between the de facto rulers of the 9th District. And this tacit understanding is obviously unreliable. In the eyes of the Federation, under this loose system, it is impossible for the Ninth District to have any combat effectiveness, and they may even fly separately when they perceive that they are facing a great threat.

And this time, the Blackstone Group carried out the urban development of the ruins, and all the Big Seven were gathered together, which verified the Federation's speculation, in their opinion, it was obvious that the rulers within the Ninth District were promoting each other, and the Blackstone Group did not seem to have much confidence in his "allies", otherwise, even for the sake of safety, one would have to stay in the Ninth District. After all, the wilderness is very dangerous, even if there is no Federation, there are other bandits, and the Federation also learned from Fernando that in order to avoid the "storm", there are many outsiders in the ninth district during this time, and logically speaking, the Blackstone group that controls the ninth district at this time has to stay, but they are all gone.........

"This shows that the 'Emperor' of the Blackstone Group is not sure to control the other Seven Giants at all, the relationship between them must be very bad, as long as we seize the opportunity, we will definitely be able to win!"

Shrek still remembers the general's smug look at that time, but now, he is not so sure.

"Immediately, evacuate immediately!!"

Trembling and forcing himself to look away from the wreckage of the tank, Shrek finally regained his mobility, he almost trembled and gave the order, then turned around and wanted to pull the car door to leave, but then, Shrek's movements stopped.

Behind them, a thick mist was silently erecting in front of them like a wall.

What the hell is this?

If before, Shrek thought that these fogs were just a natural phenomenon, then now he doesn't think so. There is no fog that can chop a man and a tank together, then it is clear that this is not a fog......... If so, will they be cut into pieces of meat like everyone else?

"Shrek-sama ........."

At this moment, Shrek's subordinates also seemed to think of this problem, and they stared at the commander in front of them with trepidation, not knowing what to say. And Shrek was also pale, he hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision.

"U-turn, let's get in the car and return as fast as we can!"

Losing the M1A1 main battle tank, Shrek didn't dare to move on, he could only make this risky decision, of course, Shrek also guessed that the other party was probably deliberately playing tricks on himself, but now, he had no choice at all.

No one objected, and the soldiers who reacted made a decision immediately, and the armored vehicles quickly turned around, unconcernedly crashing into the obstacles in the road, and then they roared and sped up and rushed towards the thick fog.

"Report to Command!! Report to Command!! ”

At this moment, Shrek was also sweating profusely, and while he was staring at the dense fog in front of him, he loudly contacted the command. Luckily, the fog didn't seem to cut off communication between him and Command.

"We were attacked! We were attacked! The Iron Bull is destroyed! The Iron Bull Squad has been completely destroyed!! ”

“……… What's the situation? Please report? Who destroyed the Iron Bull? How many enemies are there on the other side and what did they use? ”

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!!"

Listening to the calm death voice in his ears, Shrek felt more and more anxious.

"Damn, I don't fucking know anything, it's the 'doctor', it must have been the 'doctor' who did it!! I ask for reinforcements, no, I ask for more ―――――"

Shrek's words were not finished.

A faint, cold wind crept in and swept by. Immediately after that, the armored car that was originally moving fast was split in two in an instant, and the people riding inside were also neatly cut off their heads, as if they were done on the assembly line of the factory.

The armored car staggered for a few seconds, and then exploded with a "boom".

And after the burning flames, Faeron's figure slowly emerged, and he looked at the blood-stained scalpel in his hand and showed a smug smile. Then he turned his head to look at the shadow of the car that had disappeared into the mist, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Narcissus, I'll leave it to you."