"Oh, you don't understand. "Poof, it's the sound of a dagger into flesh.

Reinhardt didn't mean to stop, he kept repeating the action of pulling, inserting, and turning for half a week, quickly leaving bloody holes on Gogara's body.

Gogala could only make a helpless "ho-ho" sound, and could not even make an effective resistance.

Reinhardt stabbed him more than ten times, and it wasn't until Gogara's eyes rolled and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth that he slowed down the stabbing motion. After pulling out his dagger one last time, he nimbly took two steps back, and Gogara took two steps forward as if he hadn't given up, still clutching the stick tightly in his hand.

Reinhardt's axe was still embedded in the bat—Reinhardt let go of his weapon as he retreated—but it was pointless, Gogara's death was already sealed.

He only took two steps, then fell to his knees and fell to his knees, and then his whole body threw himself forward, his ass pouting high. Gogara twitched twice, and then kept the shameful movement still, only the fact that his mouth, still slightly open and closed, still showed that he was still alive.

The audience was silent - the villagers did not think that Gogara would lose, but they never thought that he would lose so badly, die so comically and without honor.

"Kill him!" a voice came from the crowd, and Faust felt his anger in it, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the sweet and spicy taste, the taste of annoyance. One voice quickly turned into many, with angry gamblers and xenophobic villagers insulting the failed Gogara with all sorts of expletives, but as the number grew, the various insults eventually turned into a uniform and rhythmic "kill him".

Ha, the ignorant villagers are angry at Gogara's defeat and see it as a shame, and Faust is overjoyed by it, because he has discovered a phenomenon.

The strong always win respect—and fear—and Faust sensed the anger of everyone on the scene, mind you, all of them, directed at Godara. They were angry with Godara.

No one felt that Reinhardt was at fault. "Who can blame him? He's so powerful. Faust could almost read the hearts of the toads.

Most toads don't understand why they're angry at Godara, they're just angry instead of thinking, while others, who are slightly smarter, think about it and quickly give reasons - things like "he made me lose my bet", "he discredited toad people", etc.

But Faust's astute psychic sense of smell sees through these reasons, and these people are simply blaming the weak—there is an important premise in their logic, "the strong are always right, and the weak are always wrong."

There was nothing wrong with this premise in a sense, it was good for the survival of the toads, but Faust just thought it was funny, and if his feelings were still as strong as before, he would not be able to hold back his expression at this time.

Admittedly, Gogara didn't fight for any reason that might have an element of justice, but that is not a reason for him to be blamed.

He remembered a book he had read, which read: "Indeed, no one has ever seen the shortcomings and wounds of flies.

However, a warrior with flaws is a warrior after all, and a perfect fly is nothing but a fly after all. （1）”

Thinking about it this way, Faust is a little distracted - no one really wants to get along with the gangsters and take pleasure in controlling them, they will only be annoying in vain.

The toads shouted feverishly, allowing Reinhardt to finish off the Gogara, and the Gogara lay in the ring, blood streaking across the wood and seeping into the earth, silently.

Old Hama's voice came at the right time, unheaving to the point of being a little cold, "The villagers told you to end this battle. ”

Reinhardt remembered the rules of the battle, which had to end with the death of one of the parties. He nodded, "It's going to be done right away, it won't take much time." ”

Reinhardt turned around first, opened his arms to the audience, and made a downward motion, so that the crowd's cries stopped abruptly.

Then, he turned around, bent down and picked up the two inlaid weapons, held one in each hand, and then with a little force, the two weapons were separated, and Reinhardt looked at Gaunt's axe, which was intact, without a single scratch on the purple-black axe. As for the baton, he simply tossed it aside - anyone who had ever used an iron tool would have scoffed at this polished stone tool.

The audience seemed to know what was going to happen, and they could no longer hold back themselves and began to whisper, interspersed with exclamations or cheers.

Reinhardt raised his axe high, and the audience became louder, many of them urging him to hurry up, while others had already started to cheer in advance.

"I've wanted to try what it's like to have a toad's head cut off, by the way, where's your neck?" Reinhardt muttered to himself—the skin on the neck of old Hama tightened, and he couldn't help but stand a little farther away.

Brush, click.

Reinhardt slashed hard, and the axe struck Gogara's neck with ease—about the point of the neck, a little higher than his shoulder, and a little lower than his chin—and sliced through it almost without hindrance.

The stands were boiling in an instant, and the toad people cheered, throwing mud at each other, and fell into a kind of absurd ecstasy for no reason.

Reinhardt bent down again, this time lifting Gogara's scalp and holding his severed head aloft to show the crowd that he didn't care about blood and brains dripping on his body.

After a while, when he had shown enough, he threw the head to the audience, and the toads of the carnival fought for it frantically, and even scuffled for it.

Faust frowned, the audience was not right, and he bet that Professor Pacien had done it—much to his displeasure and helplessness.

It was not known why Professor Pacien interfered with the Toad People's consciousness on a large scale, but it did not affect Faust's plan in any way—he did need the toads to be in a state of high enthusiasm, but he hoped it would be religious fervor rather than the hysterical of the moment.

"Alas......" Faust sighed, he was not yet in a position to organize Professor Pacian's recklessness, and all he could do was to see the tricks—fortunately, there was more than one kind of religious fanaticism.

He beckoned old Hama to come over and whispered something in his ear, then he leaned back on the wicker chair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Go ahead, this dress is so hot." "It's time for the spell he's cast.

Old Hama hurriedly returned to the middle of the ring, directing several hardcore believers to fix the corpse rack and the podium back in place.

Then, he also returned to his seat, this time he was no longer pretending to be a loyal elder, he shouted loudly: "Folks! Gogara has been defeated in the bloody battle, do you recognize this battle!"

"We admit it!" said Gogara's sister in a die-hard voice, which even they could not hear.

"Then according to the ancient rules, after the funeral, I will make a sacrifice to the sacred tree!"

"God's blood, and the blood of his children!" Old Hama cried hysterically, "God, I give your blood...... I give you my blood alive!"