"Please, sir!" the woman let go of the child in her arms, knelt on the ground, and pestle her head, "Sir, please kill me!" My brother is the last man in the family, the only heir to our family...... "Crying, she said. The child also cried, crying "Sister, don't leave my ......".

The Hector believer stood up and said with a voice in his mouth: "Tut-tut, what a sister-brother relationship." But as I said before, only one person will leave alive today. He waved his hand. The swords and farm tools that he had thrown down in the pit were now bloody, and if they were to be called by a name, they would undoubtedly be murder weapons. And these murder weapons flew up from the ground with his movements, as if some invisible person held them in his hands.

"Yes, there's only one person. Hector's follower smiled: "When you decided who would live before, you didn't seize the opportunity to make a rule, and now, you have no right to choose!" Then, Hector's fingers slid through the air, and the tied woman, as if dragged by someone, was grabbed to the ground and walked to the corner with her hair in tow. Feeling the pain of this scalp tearing, the woman screamed loudly.

Hearing his sister's shout, the younger brother became even more frightened and cried along with the shouting. Hector turned and looked at little York: "A child's cry is always impatient, isn't it?" Without waiting for little York's answer, he turned his head to look at himself again, and said, "Every time I hear a child cry, I really wish something could shut their mouths." Truth be told, if there's one thing that the gods have ever created, it's the baby. Then, without looking back, his hand slid slightly.

Little York saw that the boy was lifted from the ground, and the ropes that had been tied to him were scattered. The little boy broke free from the rope and was still crying, running in the direction of his sister with his hands and feet. Is this to promise the woman's words just now, and let the little boy go? Seeing this, little York thought.

But it wasn't over yet, after the rope was released, the hand of the cultist continued to make a gesture in the air, and the axe that had been floating in the air spun and flew towards the crying little boy. "Boom", the sound of the hand axe falling to the ground, "pop", the sound of the little boy's left hand being cut off by the hand axe and falling to the ground.

The little boy was still reaching out and crawling forward. As a result, I didn't expect to lose my left hand all of a sudden, and the original action of holding the ground with my left hand naturally couldn't continue. The little boy, who had lost his support, threw his front half forward, and his chin slammed heavily on the ground, making a "bang" sound. At first, the boy was a little confused, but the little boy was soon attracted by the pain at the broken wrist of his left hand, and supported himself on his knees with his right hand, looking at the painful wrist. The fracture is flush, and it can be seen that when it was cut off, the murderer used force.

"My hand! my hand is gone!Mommy, my hand!" the little boy screamed and jumped up from the ground, then fell to the ground again. Holding the severed left hand with his right hand, he rolled on the blood-stained ground, shouting in despair: "It hurts! Mom, I was wrong!

"See, this is what I want to do most when a child is crying, to give him a knife. But I thought he would be quiet for a while, it seems that the fight was too light. Hector said, controlling the other murder weapons and slowly floating towards the little boy's position: "Don't worry, child, Uncle has a lot of toys here." Let's play slowly today~"

"Liar, you liar, you said you would spare my brother!" the woman who had been dragged into the corner was hung on the wall with a short sword stuck in the wall, and shouted at the Hector believers, "You said you'd have promised me!" "Yes, I said that one of you would survive, but I didn't choose him. Hector heard the woman's cry, and his eyes were full of amusement: "What I said is that I will leave one at random after that." Thank me, you were left behind by me. Other words. The rest of the short swords, scythes and hoes flew into the air above the little boy who was still screaming with his severed hand, and with the wave of his fingers, these murder weapons fell from the sky and hit the little boy's body like raindrops. "No !!" accompanied by the woman's desperate roar, the little boy had many swords stuck in his back, and his head was hit by something heavier such as a hammer and hoe, and the look in his eyes began to disappear.

The woman saw that the little boy's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and struggled like crazy: "No, no, Ralph, no, my God!" Hector walked up to Little John and whispered, "Are you right? ”

Little York's mouth was gagged, and he couldn't speak, only squeaked and let out something completely incomprehensible. Although he couldn't say it, Little York was already stunned by the words of Hector's believers. This person is actually a player??? thinking of the scene he saw before, little York couldn't believe it more and more: if it was a designed game scene, little York could still accept it, but this was actually the result of the player? Is this still a human beast!

With a wave of his hand, both the murder weapon that had fallen on the little boy and the ropes that bound him and her sister flew in front of Hector. As soon as the rope left her body, the woman rushed to the little boy like crazy, crying out in despair. Hector's believers didn't care, carefully observed these murder weapons, and then placed them all in front of Hector's gabion, then clasped their hands together twice, and bowed slightly: "God, please enjoy, this is my sacrifice today." ”

After the worship, the Hector believer stood up and looked at the Bapubarov believer who was still sitting there: "Aren't you going to sacrifice?" The man shook his head: "Wait a minute." Hector nodded slightly, then waved his hand. Little York felt like he was flying—no, he was. Along with the chair he was sitting on, little York was still tied to the chair, and the rope was not untied.

The Hector believers seem to be very happy, their holy power has improved again, and it seems that the gods like the previous dance very much. With little York floating in the air, Hector threw him back into his cell: "Go and let out everything you see, little York! Don't you call yourself a war correspondent? Then show everything you see in front of people's eyes!"

Then ignoring Little York's reaction, not only did he not uncover Little York's rope, but he also did not remove the cloth from his mouth, and the Hector believer turned around and left.