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He was even praised by name for the throne of the bloodline "Aguliba Meler", which was a life-saving thing for his father Zhu Youxi. Undertaking the six-person patrol mission in the jurisdiction of the Iron Fist Academy for Stability Maintenance, after following the team for a week, Zhu Peng finally collected enough information and planned to do a big deal tonight, but he was blocked by Akizuki Marina.

This beautiful Japanese girl is also dressed in a black leather coat like Zhu Peng, she is holding a violent shotgun in her gloved hands, and walks in front of Zhu Peng in the dark night, just like a wild flower in full bloom!

"I knew that my brother was a man who liked to do things more than to spend money. ”

"Truth Na, the mission I have chosen tonight is too dangerous for you......"

"Brother, I am seventeen years old this year, which is also the age when I like to take risks. As she spoke, Zhenna suddenly stepped forward and stood up, exhaling like an orchid in Zhu Peng's somewhat surprised eyes, she blushed and gently kissed the lips of the man in front of her, and touched it lightly, but let an electric shock-like feeling spread between the two. Indeed, it's an adventurous age.

"I want to ...... Go on adventures with your brother and do something exciting and fun together. ”

“............”

took out a small golden pocket watch from his arms and looked at the time, and then Zhu Peng shook his head and finally walked out of the mansion with Zhennai, and in the pale white light of the night, a strong and sturdy young man was already standing next to the carriage, wearing a weapon and getting ready.

The coachman Ma Zhe, who can be favored by Zhu Peng, is also a bold and careful man. When he saw Zhu Peng and Zhennai who was holding a gun, he was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Young master, why does the young lady also ......?"

"I don't know how she found out, time is very tight, let her follow for the time being. As he spoke, Zhu Peng took Zhenzhen Nai into the carriage together, and at 12:28 at midnight, on the second floor of an underground tavern, Zhu Peng and Zhenzhen Nai sneaked in together.

Frankly speaking, the strength of the truth is really not inferior to Zhu Peng's originally selected assistant Ma Zhe, there are gun skills and actual combat courses in the college, the truth of the nai in addition to the average grades in the physical arts class, other homework are excellent, she has a rich theoretical foundation and delicate and keen insight, but Ma Zhe as a man with a high salary, willing to work for money, but the truth Nai is because of Zhu Peng's feelings and strong desire to participate in the action. If she is injured or even killed in battle, it will undoubtedly be difficult for her brother to accept.

Therefore, he only planned to let her participate in the first half of this operation, and in the middle and second parts of the most dangerous part, Zhu Peng did not plan to let Zhenzhen Nai participate in it at all.

Truth Nai carried a gun and added a blast technique to herself, and after running two steps, she was supported by Zhu Peng's hands, and the girl with the worst physical performance jumped up to the second floor with vigor, and when she turned around and wanted to pull Zhu Peng, she found that he was already standing beside her.

"Although your mood is understandable, but really don't care about me, the biggest difficulty of this mission for me is not to complete it, but to find it, as long as you find it, there will be nothing next. As he spoke, a dark red flame-like fighting qi burned in the palm of Zhu Peng's right hand, and he pressed it against the glass, and the somewhat dirty glass melted quickly and silently.

Zhu Pengyi easily drilled in, and then hugged Zhennai in.

There was a fishy smell in the dirty air in the room, Zhu Peng glanced around, and then covered the mouth of the truth next to him for the first time, after a while, when the truth of the eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room and saw the surrounding layout clearly, Zhu Peng could clearly feel that the girl's whole body froze, she gasped extremely violently, and after a while, she patted the back of her brother's hand, indicating that she would not scream.

Even though Zhenna was accompanying Zhu Peng out to find excitement tonight, she had already been mentally prepared in advance, but when she really saw everything in the room, she couldn't help but feel nausea and fear after all, because the room in front of her was like a shrunken slaughterhouse, with human corpses everywhere, full of the smell of blood. And most of the corpses were infants, children, and teenagers, who were brutally cut into parts of different sizes with meat cleavers, and the internal organs and facial features were placed on different wooden tables around them.

The four walls were covered with a thick layer of skin, and if this skin appeared somewhere else, Marina could comfort herself by saying that it was an animal's skin, but when these strange skins appeared in this strange and terrifying room in front of her, then where these skins came from was already ready to come out.

Not only that, but on the walls hung the heads of many beautiful maidens, embalmed and arranged in the room like ornaments, mostly of white and yellow girls, and a few of them black maidens.

"Brother, who the hell is it...... Who is so mad? Which evil dark wizard, necromancer?" Truth Na clenched the gun in her hand, and there was a strong mixture of anger and fear in her heart, which made her have a strong desire to kill.

"It's the Death Eaters, a cult of dark sorcery similar to the Abyssal Followers. They are superstitious about death, torture and violence, in fact, orthodox dark wizards will not do such things, they will not waste experimental materials at will, while Death Eaters are some mortals with no spiritual qualifications, through the worship of black witchcraft, gain some lowly power, and most importantly, satisfy their own deformed spiritual needs...... They themselves are unwilling to risk their lives in order to gain real power, self-discipline and hardship, so they fantasize that they have become powerful dark wizards by cruelty to weak people, but in fact they are just imitating appearances, and any dark wizard with a normal mental state will not even eat corpse flesh and drink corpse blood, and carry out inexplicable self-worship. Finally, Zhu Peng made a summary: "...... A bunch of disgusting wretched creatures. ”

............

In the well-soundproofed secret room, the Ignats are concocting their "prey" for the great master, a lovely little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old with beautiful blond wavy hair and fair and smooth skin.

The vast majority of Death Eaters were prey on the weak, filthy, and disease-ridden remnants of wanderings. However, such an offering is undoubtedly perfunctory and deceptive to the great master.

Fanatics like the Ignates have completed necromantic creations like the Holy Grail of Bones, the Book of Human Skin, and the Bloodbath Robes, all of which have amazed even the great masters, and for this have given them younger bodies, more perfect faces, and even glorious eternal life when their masters have advanced to the highest places.

In the bloody secret room, Igna violently shook his body behind the restrained beauty, anyway, he was going to be torn apart after all, and of course he had to make himself happy before he was dismantled.

And Igna's wife, the warm, kind red-haired fat aunt who usually lives in the underground tavern, is now holding a barbed leather whip, a soldering iron, and a metal steel needle, and she skillfully uses these tools to perform her craft on the curly-haired weeping girl.

"Eat...... You little slut, I'll let you eat it. ”

The girl's left hand was cut off, her wrist was half-cooked with a red-hot iron, and then the girl was forced to bite her wrist with horrific torture, and even more brutal criminal punishment was imposed on the girl.

Normally, ordinary people would have collapsed and gone completely insane after suffering such terrible torture and intense pain, but the masters behind the Ignats really taught their two fanatical followers some useful knowledge, they concocted potions that forcibly sober people, and even used terrible magic to forcibly replenish the physical strength of the victims, and finally let the victims die in the most intense despair and pain, and even the soul was bound to the death shell full of resentment.

"Tight, it's really tight, cool...... Hahahaha, it's so cool. ”

Behind the delicate body, which was frantically constricted by pain, Igna, a rude and strong Caucasian man, ejaculated his filthy bodily fluids. And his wife, the red-haired, short, fat woman, didn't care at all, and in the eyes of this madman who had already plunged his soul into the endless dark abyss, her husband was just a companion who injected evil energy into the "container", and she didn't care about anything now except her master, except for her own brilliant and beautiful future.

However, she suddenly saw her husband's face distorted by the mixture of panic and pleasure, and the red-haired female fat man turned around vigilantly, and then was hit by Zhu Peng's heavy punch on the face as ugly as a wild boar, knocking it out neatly.

Suddenly stepped forward and took a step, as if shrinking into inches, Zhu Peng appeared behind Igna, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair, and slammed it against the wall, Igna's head was full of blood and bounced back to the ground, and the next moment, the black-haired and black-eyed young man in front of him sneered and stepped on his lower body, the dirty white and red blood spread, and the fierce beast-like howl echoed in the secret room with excellent sound insulation.

"I can assure you that compared to the torture you will endure, you will feel that the torture you have carried out before is as simple as a child's play...... Moreover, death is only the beginning of your suffering, and I will bind your soul and burn it in the flames for a thousand years. The brain, clouded by the severe pain, made it impossible for Igna to understand the meaning of the cold words spit out by the man in front of him for the first time.

If he really knew and fully understood his situation, he would definitely kill himself in the first place.

It's a pity that Igna was knocked unconscious by Zhu Peng's punch in the next moment. When the white man was once again doused with cold water, he found himself and his ugly wife firmly tied to the chair, the soldering iron and steel needles were burned red, and the barbed whip was already soaked in salt water, and the black-haired and black-eyed man in front of Igna was clearly ready for anything.

At twelve forty-eight minutes in the middle of the night, at the moment when Igna was doused with cold water and opened his eyes.

Zhu Peng suddenly took out a revolver and shot his fat wife directly in front of him, blood and brains splashed on the white man's cheeks and chest, directly bringing him the greatest psychological pressure.

Once a woman is a seemingly weak creature who is obsessed with madness, her mental toughness is actually more terrifying and strong than that of ordinary men, and the man in front of him still knows how to enjoy beauty, which shows that he still has a considerable surplus of self-consciousness and realistic hedonistic spirit, and is not fully immersed in the crazy worship of black witchcraft, and the spiritual defense of this kind of Death Eater is relatively easier to break.

One shot destroyed Igna's wife, because of the "soul trap" spell set in advance, accompanied by a purple brilliance, the soul of the red-haired fat woman was bound in the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's body.

Although it is only a non-level soul, the soul of a human being is inherently more powerful and vivid than the souls of other life forms of the same level. What's more, this soul contains extremism and madness, and is entangled by a large number of resentful spirits and negative energy, but for the God Eater, a professional school with soul witchcraft as the core, this rare "evil soul" is quite valuable.

If it was in a plane world where there were real gods, this woman would probably be a fanatic believer in an evil god, and she could be called a precious soul resource.

Pulling Igna's collar and pressing one of them into the scorched and smelly toilet, when he was half-drunk and about to drown, Zhu Peng lifted it out of the toilet and asked, "What did you eat this morning?"

“...... Huh?" Igna gasped violently and was stunned when he heard the question, and the next moment, his head was pressed into the toilet again.

A moment later, before he was about to drown, Zhu Peng pulled out his head again and continued to ask, "Is the water in the toilet delicious?"

"It doesn't taste good. ”

"That girl just now, how many of them were kidnapped by you?"

“...... Uh, it's ......" Poof, Igna may be reminiscing, or he may be conceiving a quibble, so he was pressed back into the toilet by the man behind him, seeing that there was not much water in it, Zhu Peng pressed the flush button, worried that it would not be enough for him to drink.

After repeating this for several rounds, after making sure that the white man's brain was deprived of oxygen, he began to be a little confused, Zhu Peng pushed him out of the toilet again, threw it back into the chair, and mixed the barbed leather whip stained with salt water, the red-hot soldering iron and steel needle, mixing the information he wanted to know with other complicated and chaotic questions, and repeatedly asking questions, but as long as Igna answered a little slowly, a red-hot steel needle would go deep into the gap between his fingernails, and if the same question gave different answers, it would be a round of whipping.

With Zhu Peng's understanding of the human body, he doesn't need any messy medicine, which directly stimulates his potential, so that Igna can maintain the most mental state, the most sensitive touch, and enjoy the most cruel and terrible punishment.

Midnight, 1:10 minutes.

Igna's mental defense, which was almost completely inhuman, completely collapsed, Zhu Peng asked what he answered, at this moment, all the mental will of this man is used to search for his own memories under the pressure of torture, at this time he is really a superhuman memory superman, and even what color underwear he was wearing when he wetted the bed when he was eight years old when he was a child, he recalled it and confided it to Zhu Peng, although Zhu Peng was not interested in knowing anything.

"What time is the Black Mass?"

“...... One hundred and twenty-eight points. ”

"What do you need to prove your identity as a Death Eater?"

“............ Fresh...... Flesh and blood. ”

"What level of wizard is your master at the moment?"

“...............”

This time Igna thought about it for longer than he faced any other question, either because he really didn't know, or because Zhu Peng's question reactivated Igna's fear of his master. However, when Zhu Peng frowned slightly, Igna, who was so weakened that he had begun to roll his eyes because of the intense use of his brain and the torture, suddenly spoke:

"The master said that he was one step away from receiving eternal life...... The Great Master will also grant eternal life to the most devout believers. ”

(It can't be a fourth-order promotion to a fifth-order transcendent...... Wizards of that grade also disdained to trick mortals into becoming Death Eaters. Thinking in his heart, Zhu Peng stretched out his palm and pressed it on Igna's head, for the sake of safety, he still launched the "trajectory of fate" after all If it is really a certain demigod class necromantic black witch egg pain and playing with black mass, then this matter is completely beyond the scope of Zhu Peng's control, although intellectually it is unlikely, but after all, it is better to take a look at it yourself.

With the spread of power on Zhu Peng's palm, Igna's skull began to make a rattling sound, and finally there was a bang, this man's brain was pinched by Zhu Peng like a watermelon and exploded, under the effect of the spell soul trap, when the dark purple soul was bound to the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's ring, with Igna's brain as the medium, a large piece of scattered memories also slid wildly in front of Zhu Peng's eyes. Of course, because guided by the discourse, most of the content is full of images and information about the Black Mass assembly:

Dark carriages, eerie tombs, wizards in bloody robes rising from the Throne of Bones with their wands held high, whispering ghosts all around, delicious bone communion, and even a skeletal construct that resembles a dragon......

"Brother, come and see, that girl...... She's out of breath. ”

Truth Nai ran out of the room on the other side, and Zhu Peng frowned and dusted off the brains stained on his hands, from the memory of the dead man, Zhu Peng can roughly determine two things:

The necromancer's strength is not weak;

That necromancer definitely didn't have the level of a demigod.

If it is a demigod rank, it will definitely not use magical equipment made from the bones of ordinary humans, at least not until the quantitative change reaches the qualitative change.