"Has any of you ever killed anyone? Stand up to me! ”

With his back to the student, Chen Chen said indifferently. Qi En and the others shook their heads frantically when they heard this, only Zhang Fan was silent for a while, and slowly walked in front of Chen Chen.

"Very good, the road of the strong will be soaked in blood, so it's up to you to start. Take this knife and cut off the enemy's head, open the cage, and release the good or evil in your heart! ”

Knock, knock!

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and Zhang Fan took Ru Yan as he said, and it was cold in his hand.

He walked up to the nearest captive, a middle-aged man in his thirties, who was still busy praying and seemed harmless, but in fact he had shot two soldiers alone.

"He Zhou, thirty-four years old, was a freight merchant who shot and killed two soldiers after joining the gods."

The soldiers standing on the sidelines recited the names of the captives fluently. After doing all this, they took a step back, as if waiting to collect the body.

The blade rested on the middle-aged man's neck, and the sharp blade slid through a small layer of flesh.

Feeling the pain and palpitations, the middle-aged man's body finally trembled. When it comes to death, faith can't outlaw fear!

Zhang Fan's face had no superfluous expression, and the uneasiness and panic in his heart were also suppressed by him with reason.

What exactly does it feel like to kill someone? It is hard to be strict! In short, it's sin, it's evil!

But if you slaughter a person who is guilty of sin, wouldn't that be righteous?

The purple knife flashed, and the corpses separated!

The column of blood almost gushed out, splashing more than two meters away. The expression on the middle-aged man's face was still stagnant in horror and pain, obviously dead.

Snorting, two soldiers who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward, one picked up the head, and the other pulled away the body.

At the same time, another captive was escorted forward. The captive was almost paralyzed by fright because of the horror he had witnessed, and the soldiers dragged him over.

"Get on your knees!"

It was an unkempt child, a child of less than eighteen years old, whose childish face was so shocked that it was bloodied, and tears were gurgling down the tear trough.

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die! I'm still young, please, don't kill me! ”

He tried to struggle, but his arms were clamped tightly, and a soldier stepped directly on his thin body with leather boots, crushing his face into the dirt, and then he said coldly:

"Shao Yi, 16 years old, his whole family is a cult believer, he used his identity to carry a bomb into the underground shopping mall, was arrested when passing through the security check, shot and killed one security guard, injured three security guards and staff, and was subdued!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please give me a chance, I change, do I change my career..."

Death is cruel for a sixteen-year-old! He obviously still has a lot of years left, but he was buried because of the cult's demagogy and a thought.

Some things are helpless, some mistakes are not as simple as being forgiven after they are changed, and ignorance and youth are not an excuse for making mistakes!

There was only a momentary hesitation on Zhang Fan's face, and the tip of his sword hung upside down, stabbing the back of the boy who was on the ground.

"I'm sorry, you're not innocent!"

Poof, the blade pierced the heart, the sharp pain made the boy's teeth chatter, and a hideous expression suddenly appeared on the immature face, and there was unwillingness and resentment in the eyes.

"Well... It hurts, Mom, you're lying—"

The light gradually dissipated, and the boy twitched a few times before stopping.

The soldiers indifferently dragged the boy's body away, leaving Zhang Fan, who was on the spot with a knife. His hands were shaking, and the color of the blood-stained rue was darkening.

"Killing is a crime, being killed is also a crime, no one will accuse you of being wrong, torture your conscience on the battlefield, there is no point in this kind of thing."

The knife sank into the soil, Zhang Fan let out a long breath, he didn't say anything, just stood back behind Chen Chen.

"The second, come on, Chien!"

Qi En, who has always been very aggressive, was really aroused when he heard Chen Chen shouting his name.

The third captive was escorted to him, this time an elderly woman, and the gods had really purified their humanity, and all men, women, and children were instigated to be used as tools of killing.

From carrying the knife to the school knife, it took a full two minutes, and the soldier read out the women's identity information in turn, as for what he read, Qi En was terrified to the extreme, and he didn't hear a word clearly.

"I'm sorry!"

In the end, the sword was cut down, and in the face of a woman who had no power to resist, Qi En had the courage to cut it down with her eyes closed.

The vision was blinded, and I couldn't see the bloody scene, but the smell of blood really poured into my lungs.

Chien suddenly opened his eyes, covered his mouth and retched...

After a few minutes of tossing, Chien regained his strength, the body was dragged away, and another person knelt in front of him. This time, before the soldier could speak, Chien's knife had already been slashed.

"Don't the ink, come again!"

Splitting five or six people in one breath, Qi En choked his neck, tears were already rolling in his red eyes, and his will was already on the verge of limit.

The blood soaked half of his trousers, and a dark purple demonic vein rose from the blade of Ru Yan, and seeing this, Chen Chen directly waved his hand to stop.

"That's enough, that's it! Kai, there you go! ”

The moment he took the scabbard from Chien's hand, Kai saw the "cowardice" of this "old enemy", and his seemingly unyielding eyes were full of fear.

But he didn't say anything, because he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be better than Chien later......

After killing more than thirty captives, Zhang Fan, Qi En, Kai, and Chu Han had all seen blood, and only Huang Yuan was left, the one with the least courage!

"Don't, don't, I don't want to kill! I don't want to kill the captives! ”

The process of waiting is the most torturous, from the beginning of his face to the beginning of his eyes, to the moment his eyes are dull, he has watched the scene of his head rolling so many times, Huang Yuan didn't cry on the spot, even if he was determined, Rao was on the verge of collapse.

"Pick up the knife, slash."

"No, don't, please, teacher, I-"

Syllable! A slap slapped Huang Yuan in the face, and the blood was directly fanned out with strength.

"Pick up the knife, slash!"

"No, no—"

Syllable!

"Pick up the knife, slash!"

The moment you started it, Huang Yuan, who was weak, was so frightened that he almost knelt down.

"Damn, Lao Tzu didn't die on the battlefield, he died in the hands of a soft-footed shrimp like you, Lao Tzu didn't accept it!"

The big man kneeling on the ground was wearing a rebel uniform, and his fierce face showed a hideous and terrifying expression.

"Haha, coward, I'll pestle your neck and let you cut it, there's a kind of coming, phew!"

A mouthful of spit directly on Huang Yuan's body, the rebel man laughed extremely wantonly, and he didn't know that he thought that the identities of the two sides had been adjusted.

The soldier turned to the big man and punched him in the jaw, and the big man who had had his chin off whimpered and roared, and blood foamed between his teeth.

Looking at Huang Yuan, who was almost frightened and about to abandon the knife, Chen Chen's eyes squinted, he had never had the habit of waiting.

"You two, feed him knives!"

"Yes!"

Two one-meter-nine tall soldiers grabbed Huang Yuan's arm one left and one right, and then raised their knives - slash!

The rebel man's head rolled out like a broken gourd.

Yes, the hilt of the knife was still in Huang Yuan's hand, but his arm was forced to be slashed continuously.

The bloody qi on the field became stronger and stronger, and when he cut down the fifth person, Huang Yuan vomited, but he was unable to break free from the restraints of the two soldiers, so he could only keep repeating the chopping action.

Until the last captive in the field was cut off, Huang Yuan, who was about to vomit bile, collapsed directly in a pool of blood. The grit mixed with blood stuck to his face, and tears could not be washed away.

Chen Chen picked up the ruin that had turned dark purple, gently shook off the blood stains on it, and drew the knife back to its sheath.

He didn't even look at Huang Yuan, and said directly to Wang Shen:

"Arrange an airship to Takagi City, let's go!"

"Yes!"

There was no one to support Huang Yuan, who was in disarray, and although Chu Han and the others couldn't bear it, they didn't dare to lend a hand at this time.

"Silly*, let's go, if you don't keep up, don't want to be with your goddess in this life! Aren't you going to be a hero, damn it, stand up and go! ”

"When... Be a hero, uh..."

Huang Yuan rolled over and followed the team with a crawl.

The eyes were full of double images, the heads that tumbled to the ground, and the faces that were painful and crux-of-the-point, almost filled my mind.

It was the last trace of clarity left, so that he would not faint, Chu Han was right, if he fell behind at this time, it would really... I really can't stand up......