The terrifying blood crept onto Tortureblade's face like countless ghost hands, and then formed a scarlet mask of poison.

After the formation of the poison mask, it did not end, but seemed to begin. The muscles of the blade's entire body began to twist and squirm wildly. It was as if they were about to break free from the body of the torture blade and form their own forms.

Ahhh

Tortureblade's eyes were filled with a myriad of sorrow and anger.

"Sam! Sam! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! An incomparably furious roar came from the mouth of the torture blade.

The sad song still echoed, but Tortureblade couldn't hear it anymore. His heart was already filled with sadness and anger.

"Old Hunter, Old Hunter, Is this sadness?" Tortureblade thought of the old hunter's corpse in his mind, and muttered as he touched the moist corners of his eyes.

On the ground in the distance, a massive disaster jumps from the ground into the collapsed space like dumplings.

These disasters are dominated by madmen, with some small beasts.

These disasters have been infected by the extraordinary rage of Charles's songs,

The scarlet cross-shaped pupils turned to look at the teary-eyed Charles, covered in blood, but with a relieved face. The indescribable grief seemed to tear his body apart.

The muscles of the whole body twisted even more.

"Sam!!" The grief was followed by an endless outpouring of anger.

Click...

A large amount of blood pooled from Torture Blade's body to his right arm. Yin Hong's blood quickly formed a strange-looking sword on his right arm.

The sword is shaped like a tuning fork, and the hilt is about the same length as the blade. The blade has no spine, and the two blades are hollow in between.

On closer inspection, the hilts of the sword seem to be screwed together with the handles of two halberds. And the two separate blades of the sword body are like the blades on the halberd.

The scarlet sigil started at Tortureblade's shoulder and extended to his elbow.

"Anger, which appears on the skin, is the wildest, the most insane emotion of man. When anger erupts, man's bestiality will be fully unleashed. ”

Whew!

The catastrophe that rushed in the distance was approaching, and then leapt to its feet and pounced on the torture blade.

Rise!

A roar like a plague dragon suddenly came out of the torture blade's mouth, and then his left arm gripped his right arm, and then he roared, "Hunt the Furious Sword Halberd!" ”

Ura...

A large amount of blood spurted from Tortureblade's arm, and then a delicate weapon with a silver-gray body appeared in his hand.

This weapon looks like it's only a meter long. The hilt and the blade of the sword each occupy half of the sword.

The weapon is silver-gray throughout. On the hilt of the sword, which is intertwined, there are countless hideous heads.

The blade of the sword attached to the hilt. The blade of the sword looked rough, and there were even thin gaps in the blade.

The torture blade clenched the hilt of the spiral, stared at the rushing disaster with wide eyes, and roared "Get out!" ”

Hula!

The halberd in his hand swung and swept forward.

With a stabbing sound, the five calamities that rushed to the front were directly cut off by the sword body of the sword halberd. But cutting off the head isn't done yet. The gap on the sword's body was as if it was alive the moment it was stained with blood, and it continued to suck blood like a mouth, and then turned from the original gap into a hideous and raised barb.

The absorbed blood flowed down the blade of the sword onto the hilt of the spiral. Blood slowly seeped through the cracks. The reliefs on the hilt of the sword suddenly came to life, and they looked very terrifying.

The moment the sword halberd appeared, Torture Blade's expression gradually returned to calm. It was as if the fury in his heart had been taken away by the Hunting Rage Sword. The rest of his expression was only filled with deep sadness.

The Requiem for the Ages is still singing, listening to the sad melody and sadistic lyrics. Tortureblade's eyes finally left two transparent tears.

Xia seemed to feel the change in the torture blade, twisted his neck slightly, looked at the torture blade with difficulty at this time, and muttered, "Torture Blade, have you found it too?" ”

Torture Blade clenched his sword halberd, knelt on the ground, looked down at Xia, and nodded silently in tears.

"Friend, my dear friend, it's really my honor to help you..."

Tortureblade couldn't bear to look any further, turned his head to look at the madly approaching tide of disaster, raised his hand to wipe the tears from his mask, and reached out to roughly tear the belt around his waist.

Then a large number of things appeared out of thin air, traps of all kinds, and several clouds of psionic threads.

Whoosh...

A series of wind-breaking sounds were heard, and a group of mad wolf beasts leaped to their feet and pounced on the torture blade.

The blade grips the hilt of the sword with both hands, and then twists it with both hands.

Click!

The sword body, which was only half a meter long, instantly tripled. It increased from 0.5 meters to 1.5 meters.

The spirit of the torture blade gradually concentrated, and entered the realm of chopping stones at the beginning.

Swish! A silver sword light flashed.

The sweep was followed by a violent slash.

Blood splattered in the air, and the wolves that pounced on them were split in half.

After the wolf beast, there are a large number of crazy people.

Without pause, the torture blade clenched the sword halberd of the Hunting Fury with one hand, and pulled the silk thread.

On the silk thread are the three kinds of traps that have been tied before the torture blade.

"Absolutely! Absolute! You won't be hurt in the slightest! At this time, the torture blade had already resigned its determination to die.

Slender and hideous halberds flew in the air. Blood was everywhere, and the smell of bloody blood soon filled the air.

Tortureblade stood alone on the high platform of the box, surrounded by countless disasters in all three directions except the back.

But the blade flinched, and there was no fear. Yes, there is only endless steadfastness and sorrow.

"Sadness, hidden in the soul, is the softest and truest emotion of man. People are often the most vulnerable when grief is pervasive. At the same time, it is also the time when you are at your strongest. ”

The corpses of the catastrophe are accumulating higher and higher. Torture Blade doesn't know how many disasters he has killed, is it a hundred? Or a thousand?

He didn't know. But there was one thing he knew. The catastrophe in front of him has not diminished in the slightest.

Grief still pervades Tortureblade's heart, as Charles' singing continues.

Standing on the corpse, Torture Blade glanced at Charles and Xia behind him, tears glistening in his eyes, and he cried again.

Such a scene reminded him of the old hunter.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're not going to die. "In the gloomy space, the old hunter's wide body holds the small torture blade.

At this time, because of a failed hunt, the little torture blade was not only on the verge of death, but also surrounded by disasters.

"Old hunter, if I die, will you be lonely?" The little torture blade asked weakly.

The old hunter nodded faintly and did not speak. Then he grinned and said, "But you won't die." Because I'm not dead yet. ”

After that, the little torture blade fainted, not knowing what was next. But the old hunter's faint nod made him remember it from time to time.

"Old hunter, I miss you a little." Tortureblade muttered.

Whew!

The catastrophe was still sprinting, and the torture blade waved down its arm like a machine, slashing the catastrophe to death. But five madmen climbed up on the left at the same time.

With a wave of his right hand, a psionic lasso flew out, directly entrapping the five madmen. It then quickly tightened up, cutting the five madmen into pieces of flesh.

Poof!

The calamity rushing from the right grabbed a piece of meat from Tortureblade's shoulder, and at the same time, a wolf beast bit Tortureblade's thigh.

Tortureblade picked up the Moonmark Dart in his right hand and instantly sliced off the wolfbeast's head and the claws of the madmen.

But even if the wolf beast didn't cut off its head, it still bit the leg of the torture blade and didn't let go.

The torture blade didn't care about it, and the darts flew out and back from time to time. The halberd continued to swing with a sad sword light, slashing at the calamity that rushed up.

There were more and more corpses, and finally a five-meter-high corpse wall was formed, holding Charles and Xia in the middle.

And the torture blade still stands, still waving the sword halberd in his hand.

At this time, the torture blade's body was already covered with scars, and even the skin on his body was not intact.

There are several wounds on the shoulders and legs, and even Mori Bai's bones can be seen.

As far as the eye can see, there are still so many disasters, and there is no end.

The ethereal and sad song continues.

"It's been four hours, and there's still 68 hours left." Torture Blade instinctively calculated the time in his heart, widened his eyes, and continued to slash.

Under the high wall of corpses, Charles is still singing, but Xia is not dead.

Torture Blade was a little surprised by Natsu's state, Natsu's body was already cold, and even his heart stopped beating. But he didn't die, and still looked at the singing Charles.

"What is this? What is the force that keeps him going? "Torture Blade couldn't figure it out.

"Charles! Shire! Do you think this looks good? The child's childish and innocent voice sounded from time to time in the song.

"Charles! Shire! I picked up a piece of bread today, although it was hairy. But it can also be eaten. It tastes so good, I want you to taste it, but you can't eat it. The child said excitedly, and his voice gradually became lower......

"Charles! Shire! You see, I found a rag doll in the garbage outside the city, with blond hair. You have to have blonde hair that must look good. The child said innocently and romantically.

The child said, and the rusty, ugly robot watched. A face full of machines should be hideous and terrifying. But those green eyes were full of happiness and joy.

She just looked at the child like that, looked at the child and said, watched the child laugh, watched the child run around.

The children are also very happy, laughing as much as they want, talking as much as they want, running as much as they want, and showing themselves as much as they want. Even if the object is a robot.

There are no highs and lows in the songs, some are just plain and elegant tunes, telling the unknown sadness.

"Ahhhhh!!hh

The torture blade roared in the sky, and he felt his chest fill with grief, and he couldn't breathe.

Tears couldn't help but stay, dripping on the body, dripping into the blood.

The Hunting Fury Sword Halberd was still wielding roughly. The sword halberd, which had absorbed a large amount of blood, was already covered with hideous barbs at this time. These barbs can tear off large chunks of their body tissue as long as they are lightly scraped to the calamity.

It seemed as if the entire halberd had come to life, turning into an angry man-eating demon.