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The prisoners who lived in the cells on the third basement floor had a big show this morning for free -- the prison guards who had come to collect the bodies had just come down, and then they were all pale and panicked and ran up......

In less than ten minutes after those guys ran up, more people rushed down, this time down, not only the guards in the prison, but also the Norman soldiers stationed in the prison, those soldiers were fully armed, holding spears, running down in line, one by one, with solemn expressions, stepping on the ground of the passage on the third floor The rumbling and neat footsteps made all the prisoners in the cell dare not take a breath, everyone knew that something big was happening on the third floor, and it was in the "club" where all the most terrible and perverted scum on the third floor gathered. Something went wrong.

Because the Norman-appointed warden has personally come to the third floor, the warden is a Norman-like ** man with a stern and cold face, a captain, since taking over this prison, the warden has only been to the third floor of this prison once, and when he left, the warden had a disgusted look on his face wearing expensive crocodile leather boots but stepped on a foot of shit, and then never came again.

Today, the warden is here again.

Combined with the situation of the prison guards who ran up in a panic just now, it seems that something big has happened on the third floor.

All the prisoners on the third floor fell silent, and one by one they stuck their heads out and looked at the "club".

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Zhang Tie just waited quietly in the room, first with the roar of the soldier's riot combat boots neatly stepping on the ground, and then Zhang Tie saw a group of Norman soldiers in dark red uniforms rushing over, and then Zhang Tie saw the prison guards, and the middle-aged man with the rank of Norman captain who had already met once yesterday when he came in.

When he came to the iron gate outside the "club", the Norman captain just said with a cold face, "Open!" ”

"Prison Warden Quinn. This person is dangerous, you don't need to ......" The prison guards next to him wanted to persuade him a few more words, but unexpectedly, it made the prison warden with the rank of captain even more angry.

"I said open ......," the warden's loud shout shook the entire three-story underground passage buzzing, "There are no soldiers in the Norman Empire who are afraid of death, this is my prison, this is my territory, there is no place I dare not go!" ”

"Yes!" The prison guards turned pale with shock, and quickly took out the key and opened the iron door outside the club.

At this time, the prison warden had been looking at Zhang Tie, who had been staring at him through two iron gates, and Zhang Tie's eyes were very calm. Neither irritable nor proud, just calm.

The outside door opened, and the warden Ang entered, standing silently in front of the second iron door. Several soldiers rushed in with him, and the soldiers who poured in carried two portable lanterns in their hands. Used for lighting.

When these two lanterns poured into the cubicle between the two masks. The light in the cell brightened, and the bright light illuminated the situation in the "club", and everyone who saw the situation clearly took a breath of cold air in their hearts, and in the entire cell, except for Zhang Tie, who was standing, on the ground. All of them were a room full of strangely shaped corpses.

This scene is extremely shocking.

To the prison guard, who was familiar with the people who were being held in this room, the sight before him was like the carcass of a wild wolf and a pure little lamb standing unharmed among the carcasses of the wolves. It's subversive.

The second iron door opened, and the warden was still the first to walk in, and more Norman soldiers poured into the cell, surrounded Zhang Tie, and aimed the weapons in their hands at Zhang Tie. At this time, no one cares what the air quality is like here.

"What happened here last night?" The Norman warden asked, staring into Zhang Tie's eyes.

"They were talking about how to kill me, it would be very painful and undignified, and I didn't want to die like that, so when they did, I had to kill them all in order to survive!"

"You?" The warden's eyes froze.

"If you don't believe it, you think it's okay if they commit suicide, anyway, the guys here are all perverts and psychopaths, I don't care!" Zhang Tie spread his hands, "I just think that as a law-abiding citizen of the Norman Empire, there is no need to lie to the officers of the Empire!" ”

The captain didn't speak, but took a horse lamp from a Norman soldier next to him, and walked over to the nearest corpse, which was Marlon's, and the warden walked up to Marlon's body, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

Zhang Tie's kick kicked under Ma Long's crotch, kicking Ma Long's entire crotch and pelvic bone to pieces, and Ma Long's head was also shattered, these injuries are very easy to identify, the prison director only looked at it twice and probably understood how Ma Long died last night, this young man's strength is simply amazing, how much strength does it take to kick a person like Ma Long off the ground with a kick, and his head to smash on the concrete floor slab on the top of the cell? But what attracted the attention of the prison warden was not these, but the internal organs on Ma Long's corpse that had been crushed by a terrible force, as well as several weird, chrysanthemum-like dark purple spiral lines that appeared on the skin of Ma Long's body at this moment.

After seeing the chrysanthemum-like dark purple spiral lines on Ma Long's body, the prison warden was stunned, he blinked his eyes again in disbelief, and even took off his gloves and wiped them on Ma Long's belly to confirm whether it was a tattoo or something.

The prison warden, who had changed his complexion, stood up from Ma Long with a horse lamp, quickly walked to another corpse, and looked at the corpse carefully with the horse lamp, and on the neck of the second corpse, there was also a slightly smaller dark purple spiral pattern like a chrysanthemum.

On the third corpse, the strange dark purple, spiraling chrysanthemum appeared on the camel's chest.

When he saw the spiral chrysanthemum pattern on the third corpse, the prison warden didn't look any further, his heart was full of anger, he was not angry with Zhang Tie, but at the Military Management Council of Black Flame City, those bastards of the Military Management Council. Do they know what kind of person they sent to prison? A person who has received the attention of the God of War, a potential patron of the God of War who has cultivated the Fist of the God of War and has already cultivated dark energy, those bastards actually sent such a person to prison? In the Norman Empire, anyone who received the attention of the god of war should not be treated like this, because such an act would simply desecrate the glory of the god of war and challenge the majesty of the imperial family.

The emperor of the Norman Empire, and also the pope of the Ares Cult, the Ares Cult is the state religion of the Norman Empire, and it is the only faith of the Norman ** team.

In the Norman Empire. It is no longer a secular court that can judge these people who are in the attention of the god of war, but the temple of judgment of the Church of the God of War in the Norman Empire, even during the war. Only the adjudicating priests of the Temple of Judgment are also eligible. In the current Black Flame City, there is no Judgment Priest of the Temple of Judgment at all. Throughout the Iron Horn Legion. The number of Judgment Priests in the Temple of Judgment is also only five. Where would those people casually appear in a barren place like Black Flame City.

The ferocity and domineering of the dark power of the Iron Blood God Fist lies in the fact that once it is hit by this dark energy, this dark energy can almost burst the qi and blood in the body of the person who was hit in some parts and in a small area and then seep out from under the skin, forming this dark purple spiral peculiar pattern that represents the characteristics of dark power, which cannot be imitated at all, and is formed from the inside out. It is almost a sign of the success of iron-blooded dark energy cultivation.

When the eyes of the god of war fall on someone, he gives the "blood chrysanthemum" to whom - this is the doctrine of the god of war.

I almost made a big mistake, and the captain and warden were afraid for a while. Even if Zhang Tie's strength at the moment can't threaten him, but behind Zhang Tie's strength. It represents the traditions and institutions of the entire Norman Empire and the Church of the God of War, which is truly awe-inspiring.

Just as a bunch of people in the cell watched in astonishment, the warden, who was inspecting the corpse, suddenly knelt on the prison floor, took out a god of war talisman from the necklace of his collar, put it to his mouth and kissed it, then put his hands together and began to mumble to himself.

"Forgive me, O great god of war, for my unintentional sin, I have thrown into this filthy place a man whom you have gazed at, and the only thing to be thankful for is that your glory will not be desecrated by those filthy people even in such a filthy place, and my lord is supreme - abhibhavana!"

The guards in the prison who had stayed behind didn't know what Captain Quinn meant by this prayer, but the Norman soldiers surrounding Zhang Tie changed their faces when they heard this, and they almost involuntarily took a step back. looked at Zhang Tie's eyes and became strange.

At this moment, Zhang Tie knew that no matter how high he thought about the status of the Iron Blood God Fist in the Norman Empire before, compared with the facts, it seemed to be a little insufficient, Captain Colin said that the Iron Blood God Fist was called the God of War Fist in the Norman Empire's army, and anyone, once the Iron Blood God Fist was successfully cultivated, could rise to the top in the Norman Empire and gain everyone's respect, which seemed to be true at all.

The prison warden, who coldly threw Zhang Tie into a pile of perverts and necrophils yesterday, and wanted Zhang Tie to disappear immediately, has taken a 180-degree turn towards Zhang Tie at this moment.

"According to the laws of the Norman Empire, any imperial subject who has trained the dark power of the Fist of the God of War will not be qualified to try him again by a secular court, so, please forgive me for my rudeness yesterday, you are not suitable to stay here now, but it is the military management committee of Black Flame City that arrested you here, and your crime is also very big, I can only hand you over to Colonel Leibniz, the current supreme commander of the Unicorn Legion in Black Flame City, and let him decide your fate!" Prison Warden Quinn said to Zhang Tie, and then he ordered the soldiers to put away their weapons, "I remind you, although the Norman Empire has given some privileges to those who have cultivated the Fist of the God of War, if you want to escape, I don't mind giving you a little hardship!" ”

"I am a law-abiding and good citizen of the empire, the first promising young man in Black Flame City to practice and support the empire's barbaric trial system, and I came here after being framed, I won't run!" Zhang Tie smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "So, can we go out now, the taste here is really not very good!" ”

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When Zhang Tie walked on the passage on the third floor again, the people in the cells next to the passage looked at him like ghosts, Zhang Tie stayed in the "club" all night, and came out without losing a single head, what happened? Could it be that all those guys have a conscience?

After Zhang Tie left the third basement floor, a few minutes later, the prison guards pushed out the piles of dead bodies from the club in wheelbarrows to tell the people in the small cell for answers.

The body of the Warcraft Marlon is on a small cart......

The body of the mad dog is on a small cart...... The carcass of a camel on a cart......

The body of Jack the vampire is on a cart......

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The bodies of all the people in the club on the third floor were carried out in a small cart, and the thought of the boy who didn't lose a single head made everyone's hearts begin to feel cold. The people who can turn these people into corpses are undoubtedly more powerful people than these people, many people think that they still treated that young man as a fat meat who has no power to fight back yesterday, how do you know, that young man is completely a humanoid demonic beast that eats people and does not spit out bones...... (To be continued!)