If you want to say who is the most painful right now, it is definitely Little York. Originally, I thought that the other party was just a guy in the game with a distorted personality, but today it seems that this person has even abandoned the calmness of the time when he saw it before, and all that is left is fanaticism and madness, and he is an out-and-out madman.

Called a madman by little York's face, this word is the word Tetsuya doesn't want to hear, especially when he is full of ambition, he feels angry, as if you are eating hot pot and singing songs, and suddenly someone is pouring a basin of cold water; it is like climbing to the top of the mountain with all your might, and being kicked to the ground; it is like putting meat in a hot pot and waiting for a long time, and being taken away in advance when you are about to move your chopsticks...... It's a bad feeling.

Tetsuya, who was still in a state of excitement, stopped waving his hands and slowly lowered his hands, and before his hands were withdrawn from his sleeves, little York noticed that his hands were shaking. It seems that because he couldn't stand the feeling of being pushed off the cliff at the highest peak, not only his hands, but also his whole body began to tremble, and the amplitude of the shaking gradually increased to the point that it felt like an electric shock.

"Crazy...... Son, how dare you call me ...... Lunatic...... Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!" Tetsuya tried to control his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his body still trembled. He raised his left hand and grabbed his right arm, which was still trembling, but that didn't stop the trembling from continuing. Tetsuya bit his mouth under the mask, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, flowing down the mask, dripping in the blood stains on the ground, mixing together. Squeezing out the words intermittently from his teeth, Tetsuya walked quickly to Little York's side, grabbed Little York's neckline in his hand, and lifted it with force, along with the chair that bound Little York, and slightly off the ground.

Tetsuya leaned down and brought his face closer to Little York, the mask was attached to Little York's face, and his eyes looked through the two holes in the mask to meet Little York's eyes: "I originally thought that you and I were the same kind of people, looking for our beauty between life and death; I didn't expect you, little York, to be so superficial, so shallow, just like ordinary people out there! I thought we were the same kind of people, so I was willing to leave you and let you have the privilege of being able to observe the creative process of my work! You know, you are the first person to receive such glory, to observe the creative process of one of the greatest artists of the new generation! Moreover, I don't mind sharing such rare material with you, so that you can also use this material to complete your creation. However, I was so disappointed. ”

Little York heard the words spoken by the cultists of the evil gods, and his eyes were fixed on each other. Because his face was squeezed by the mask, it was difficult to speak and breathe, and the voice he said was strange, but this did not stop little York from showing his attitude: "......Shut up! I'm just ...... I want to record the war, and let everyone know that this game is different from the games we have played before, and not in a perverted search for death! That's what only the filthiest maggots do!"

Tetsuya listened to Little York's words and let go of his hand that was holding Little York's neckline, and Little York fell to the ground along with the chair. Tetsuya took two steps back, trying to make a note of what little York looked like. Just looked at Little York, watched for nearly half a minute, and then, unexpectedly, raised his leg and kicked on Little York's stomach. Little York's stomach was hit with a huge blow, and his whole body fell back. With the chair with him, little York fell directly to the ground. Tetsuya walked over, raised his leg, and kicked little York in the face. Little York's eyes flickered, a huge pain came from his face, he opened his mouth and let out a "wow" sound, and spit out a mouthful of blood with teeth. Still feeling angry, Tetsuya lifted his leg and kicked little York's stomach again.

Little York was about to go into painful shock, his spirit had begun to be in a trance, his eyes were full of stars, and he had auditory hallucinations in his ears. Also, this body has not eaten for more than two days, and the body itself is already weak, and it has been beaten like this again, and it has not passed out directly, it is already due to the previous militia training, little York has not been lazy, and has been working out for a while.

He also stood there without moving, and with a slight lift of his hand, he straightened the little York who had fallen to the ground along with the chair: "Although I don't have any expectations, then, will you publish my creative process for everyone to see?"

"Impossible, you demon!" little Yorke was already a little weak at this time, but his tone was still firm. This video, little York can't send it out. This is already challenging the bottom line of mankind again, and it is even more excessive than the last time. The last time people ate people, little York consciously stopped paying attention to the movement over there after seeing it, and even the side light did not look in that direction, so as to control the whole process in a very short time; Moreover, everything in front of him has exceeded Little York's moral bottom line, and he was forced to watch a far-reaching performance from hell, which does not mean that Little York will make this performance visible to more people, even if it is the duty of a war correspondent.

Tetsuya looked at Little York's face and snorted, then threw the dagger he had already held in his hand in front of the shrine behind him, clanging, and the blood-stained dagger slid on the ground, waiting to stop when it hit the front of the shrine. Tetsuya also knew that little York would not cooperate with him as he imagined now, so it would be completely useless, and he could have been killed directly, but in front of the gods, such a death is not artistic enough, and it cannot be presented. And now that my inspiration has exploded, I don't want to waste a lot of time on this, what if the inspiration is gone? Zheya thought so, glanced at Little York, turned around, and left directly.

Little York also had complicated eyes, looking at the corpse still lying on the platform, he felt a little nauseous and sad for a while, and the pain in his stomach still existed, and his face was even more painful. Looking at which district Hector believers went offline, little York knew that there was nothing left to shoot today, and also left the game.