The black-robed man in the cold iron mask descended on the crowd like a god of death. He carried a simple Karaal sword in his hand, like a dinner knife chopping pudding, and he could easily chop the people around him.

The blade creaked and shredded the bones, the internal organs shattered to pieces, and scarlet blood splattered out. Rather than slashing with a sword, Carral's single-edged sword feature allows him to tear enemies apart with ease - when dancing at high speed, Carral's special structure will cause it to vibrate at a high frequency, and each sword can make Carral's single-edged sword emit a short, low hum in the air.

Like wild bees dancing wildly, the buzzing sound is connected in the air. The black-robed man with the iron mask used his very skillful military swordsmanship to slash out a ring of arc slashes, and some vague sword light drew blood out of his body, splashing a large amount in the air.

Every blow he blows up a hurricane, and dust flies on the ground. Each of his blows sent a rain of scarlet blood pouring out.

In just a few seconds, the black-robed man with the iron mask had already killed more than a dozen people. Streaks of scarlet blood splattered on his mask, making the smile on his mask even colder and more eerie.

But the people around me had no time to pay any attention to this. Faced with the threat of death, they shouted backwards and fled. In the blink of an eye, a sizable clearing had been cleared around the Man in the Iron Mask.

After retreating for a short distance, the fear in their hearts began to dissipate.

-- I can't run away like this. Forces must be mobilized to fight back.

After calming down a little, some of the more knowledgeable people immediately realized that they could not passively escape. It's also unrealistic to defend alone. That mad dog butcher was enough to tear their defenses apart.

This brutal military swordsmanship could have been able to demoralize the enemy. In the face of these ordinary people who had never been on the battlefield, the fragile defense line they formed was simply self-defeating in front of the Man in the Iron Mask.

"Hey! You-"

An old man with a bandage on his arm bravely stood out from the crowd. Pointing at the black-robed man with the iron mask, he shouted.

But he never had a chance to say it again.

The figure of the man in the iron mask was slightly blurred, and the next moment the old man appeared in front of him.

It looked like he was about sixty or seventy years old. The old man, whose hair had turned gray but whose bones were still strong, was slashed diagonally through his body by the buzzing sword, slashing all the way from the right collarbone to his heart, and a row of ribs in his chest was directly shattered inward and collapsed inward, and a cone-shaped blood mist burst out behind him.

There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and his face immediately showed a twisted look of extreme pain, and he struggled for a moment before falling to the ground.

Behind the old man, a child's face was covered with blood, his pupils trembled violently, and his whole person couldn't stop trembling.

Suddenly. Everyone was silent.

No one knows what that madman is going to do. Without saying a word, he rushed out and began to kill, and this unusual silence filled the hearts of these people with fear, as if there was not a human in front of him, but some kind of monster in human skin.

The inability to communicate is frightening.

Just when everyone was almost in despair, the man in the iron mask spoke for the first time: "Smile...... Keep smiling, everybody. ”

His voice was dry and hoarse, but somewhat magnetic.

For a while, everyone around him was shocked by him and didn't even dare to move. Catering to the requirements of the Man in the Iron Mask. Stiff smiles spread across their faces.

"Fabulous! Very good! ”

The Man in the Iron Mask spoke slowly, like an old gentleman from Titan, and said in rather elegant terms, "Please stand apart, so that I don't kill the wrong person." ”

Kill the wrong person?

The people around were slightly stunned.

"Wait. The...... What kind of people are you trying to kill, sir? ”

A maroon-haired girl asked timidly.

The Man in the Iron Mask nodded at her, as if smiling at her.

That's a good question. Miss. Why on earth would I kill someone? Who am I going to kill...... yes, who am I going to kill......"

The man in the iron mask grinned. Through the gap in the iron mask. His bloodshot scarlet eyes could be seen. It's a terrifying look that makes people feel frightened just by looking at it, and they will unconsciously turn their eyes away.

"Yes. Everybody. What have you misunderstood. ”

After a moment of thought, the man in the iron mask slowly spoke, "I'm not trying to destroy something...... I'm going to ...... Create something. ”

"From the time I was sent to that slaughterhouse a long time ago, I was already aware of my future. I fell in love with that cute red thing, and I couldn't live without him anymore...... I miss him. ”

In the eyes of everyone trembling with horror, the man raised the butcher knife again, and gestured in front of his eyes like a painter holding a pencil.

"For example...... My most recent work. Patient. I want to do something like this......"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a bandage on his body tried to rip off the bandage on his body.

Combined with those killed by him in the first round, they have already understood what the killing indicators of this suspected insane veteran are.

But even though they reacted so quickly, they were still a step too late.

In the moments of a moment's sluggishness, the iron-masked madman picked up his butcher's knife and killed dozens of people at a speed that was impossible to see with the naked eye.

His killing efficiency was so high that a dozen or so people didn't even let out a full scream. The corpses on the ground that had been split open by Caral's sword could be seen at a glance with a terrifying gap, blood gushing out along with shredded pieces of internal organs, forming comical graffiti on the ground.

"Hehehehehehehe......"

He smiled hoarsely, and his bloodshot eyes were almost insanely violent.

The people around them didn't even have the strength to scream, and fear turned into an invisible giant hand that choked their throats fiercely, and they shook their teeth, but they could only let out a leaky whimper.

In just one breath, the vicinity of the harbor was already in hell.

Then, the completely unmatched, mad veteran, stepped across the sea of corpses and blood, and continued to step deeper.

There are more people out there. More wounded. More material.

"Butcher...... He's a butcher! It's a massacre! ”

Behind him, survivors wailed: "This madman! Mad butcher! ”

The black-robed butcher with his cold iron mask descended like a grim reaper. But these people didn't know what kind of empty expression was under the mask of the Grim Reaper. (To be continued.) )