"Am I dead?"

Floating in the endless dark void, Gulliver was still puzzled when he realized that he had stepped on solid ground under his feet.

Although his body felt ethereal, the cloak, armor, and weapons on his body were still there, and he didn't feel like he was dead, but more like he had entered another plane.

"What is this place?"

There was pure and utter darkness in front of him, and Gulliver could not see anything except his translucent body.

Then he heard a man's whimper:

"No...... No...... Don't kill me. ”

This voice, which had appeared in countless dreams, suddenly woke Gulliver to his senses.

-- Ten years ago, the first death row prisoner who was killed by himself, seeing that he was still very young, seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and frantically pleaded with himself.

However, Gulliver did not hesitate at that time, and still cut off the prisoner's head on the execution ground when the allotted time came.

And the guy's tearful wails and cries for help have also become nightmares that affect his sleep quality.

A grim-faced Gulliver searches for the source of the sound, and then finds a tall figure in prison clothes emerging in front of him, who is the first person to die under his decapitation axe.

"Hey."

Gulliver waved at the guy, rightly in greeting. In this kind of ghost place where I don't know where, it's always good to see "people".

"You ...... Murderer, you killed me! The man said in a trembling voice that was all too familiar.

"I'm just doing my job." Gulliver spread his hands.

"You killed me!" The man took another step forward as he spoke, and only then did Gulliver see that there were no eyeballs in his sockets at all, and that his mouth was contorted to an angle impossible for humans to reach, and it looked like a hideous corpse.

"Is it a dead man?"

Realizing that the person who came was not a living person, Gulliver didn't say a word, and waved the "Andrea" in his hand and directly cut the other party into two pieces.

The wailing death row prisoner fell to the ground, shouted a few more vicious curses, and then disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on? Am I dead? ”

Gulliver, who was confused because he could hurt the "undead", soon saw several shadowy figures appear in front of him.

There were men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, but they all had one thing in common, that is, they were all dressed in the gray and white prison clothes that they often saw.

"Do you mean...... Are they all prisoners who died at my hands? Gulliver quickly understood where these guys were coming from.

At this time, in the group of undead in front, a wave of resentful voices erupted:

"I don't want to die...... I don't want to die! ”

"You're going to be buried too!"

"Kill you!"

"I'm going to skin you!"

Listening to these voices of outright hatred and despair, Gulliver smiled, clenched the "Andrea" in his hand, and said to himself:

"Since you want to die again, then I'll grant your wishes."

Then, the murderous executioner rushed to the crowd that surrounded him.

- Not because he loves killing, but because he carries out his mission. Gulliver can confirm that all the people he has killed in the past ten years, except for the heinous death row prisoners, are the invading Imperial soldiers.

In his opinion, these damned people were meant to die, and they were just chosen executors.

Therefore, even if he kills more people, he will not feel any guilt.

Because, that's just a "mission".

With a wave of his hand, the silver-white giant axe cut off the heads of three undead. Gulliver kicked a female undead in front of him to the ground, then thrust "Andrea" into her chest.

The screams were heard endlessly, and in the dark and nameless place, the feast of killing began again.

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At the same time, the purple-robed necromancer finally removed the flame camouflage that wrapped his body, revealing his wrinkled old face.

Looking at the corpses in the camp, he grinned with yellow teeth. I'm going to collect some human bones as ingredients for my next spell cast.

To unleash the "Paradise of Terror", it is much more difficult than the usual destruction of miè magic, requiring living sacrifices and human bones. Because of this, he rarely casts this spell, but ......

"How does it feel? Executioner. The old necromancer laughed.

He could see that the guy who used the two-handed axe just now was also a blood-stained Cunzài, who should be engaged in a cruel profession such as an executioner.

The guy who has killed people and the guy who hasn't killed people have a different temperament. And the guy who has only killed one person is not the same as the guy who kills like hemp, and the "bloody breath" on his body is not the same.

What happens to an executioner when he enters the realm of "Horrorland"?

Just imagining the guy holding his head and wailing made the necromancer feel excited. If it weren't for the fact that the risk was too great, he would have wanted to go in and take a look:

"Paradise of Terror" is the most brutal form of forbidden magic, which does not cause any physical damage to enemies, but pulls them directly into the fictional realm of "Paradise".

Those who enter "Paradise" will face the most feared things in their lives there for three days and two nights.

Even the strongest man cannot withstand this blow that can be called "spiritual pollution". In the necromancer's memory, all the people he pulled into "Paradise" all became crazy people with a nervous breakdown when they came out.

"What will become of that man? Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it. ”

As if hearing what he was thinking, he saw a black gate suddenly appear not far behind him.

The door to the other world slowly opened, and the man with the giant decapitator in his hand strode out, his eyes flashing with a terrifying scarlet light.

Seeing this scene, even the necromancer, who has always prided himself on being "well-informed", completely lost his usual calmness.

He raised his calloused right hand and trembled and pointed at the executioner who had walked out of "Paradise". There was an unbelievable taste in his voice:

"This ...... How can it be! How could you possibly get out of paradise! Impossible! ”

"What is paradise? I have slain all the dead people you have summoned. ”

Gulliver shrugged his shoulders and strode in the direction of the necromancer with his heading axe, "Now it's your turn." ”

"No...... Impossible, aren't you afraid? Something in Paradise! As he spoke, the necromancer shuddered and retreated, only to stumble on a corpse's frozen leg and fall to the ground.

"You think I'm going to be scared?"

Gulliver seemed to have heard some joke and burst out laughing: "What's that?" I don't understand what you mean. ”

-- For an executioner who became an executioner at the age of sixteen and killed thousands of people in ten years, even if he once had the emotion of "fear," it has long been wiped out by the daily habit of death.

So, Gulliver had no idea what "fear" was. In the face of people like him, the "horror paradise" will not play any role at all!

"Wait......"

Seeing the cruel executioner getting closer and closer, the necromancer crawled back in panic, still talking:

"Wait a minute...... You also like to kill, right? We can be together...... I still have hundreds of sacrifices in my cave, and I can give you half of them...... No, no, no, it's all for you! Let you kill hard! Don't kill me......"

It's a pity that the other party gave him a desperate answer:

"I'm sorry, I don't like to kill."

Looking at the necromancer with a dead face, Gulliver strode forward and cut off his head, then kicked the head to the edge of the camp.

Watching the old head roll down the hillside, the executioner turned away without looking back:

"It's just work, so I don't like to kill people."