In Piev's hesitation, the young man thrust the serpentine sword into his shoulder socket. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAs the young man said, this serpentine sword with cracks and a serrated edge didn't feel jerky when it pierced into the body, and it was inserted smoothly. It was only after a brief moment that Piev realized that he had been stabbed. The pain was like a point of light in the darkness of the night, getting brighter and brighter until it lit up the whole sky.

The pain went from insignificant to sweating all over his head, and the nerves near the wound were severed and a faint bioelectric current was instinctively released, and the muscles twitched for a while. His eyelids jumped, and he thought that he would cry out loud in pain, but he didn't expect him to suffer such pain, and it seemed that there was still room for him.

The boy was not surprised at all, he pulled out a bowfish's skin glove from his pocket and put it on his hand. Archerfish is a fish endemic to the dry basin of the Thudorn River, with a slender body, a strong spine and powerful muscles. When they are underwater, they swim around like normal fish, but when they need to prey on creatures above the surface, they curl up like an overwhelmed pull spring, and shoot out from under the surface with a thud.

The dagger-sharp spear lip protruding from the fish's mouth can easily tear through the feathers and skin of most animals, including humans. Dense and powerful teeth can bite flesh and even bones into pieces in a short time. There was a time when bowfish were infested, and rumors of attacking humans were spread in many places. Later, in order to control this already rampant bowfish, the Orlando Empire introduced a natural enemy of the bowfish from the Federation, the ironclad fish.

In fact, there is not much difference between the ironclad fish and the ninety-nine percent of the fish, and it does not have special physical characteristics like the bowfish, but the scales of the ironclad fish are two times or even five times thicker than other fish, and they can completely resist the catapult attack of the bowfish. At the same time, the strength of the ironclad fish is also very large, the mouth is very wide, and the teeth are not many, but they are very long and sharp, and it is basically difficult to escape after being bitten.

The introduction of the ironclad fish soon solved the problem of the proliferation of the bowfish, but at the same time, this new species of fish with no natural predators, like the bowfish, began to proliferate. In the Orlando Empire, the main stream and tributaries have been separated by nets to prevent the ironfish from further damaging the aquatic ecology of the Orlando Empire, and the empire also encourages everyone to catch and eat the ironclad fish.

Still, the flood of ironclad fish became a disaster, until a man with a big brain appeared. The man's name was Horse, and he was an apprentice blacksmith. In the process of responding to the Empire's call to hunt the ironclad fish, he found that the scales of the ironclad fish were very strong, especially the scales of some adult large fish, and it took a lot of strength to cut the scales after they were neatly arranged. So he decided to give up the blacksmithing skills he was learning, and returned home to start selling inner armor made of ironclad fish scales, which was always praised and sought after by civilians and adventurers.

The cheap cost made the vast majority of civilians and adventurers have the ability to wear such a piece of inner armor with decent defense, which greatly improved the survivability without costing much, and soon formed a trend. More and more craftsmen are joining the industry, and the ironclad fish finally ushered in the real natural enemy - humans.

By now, the number of archfish and ironclad fish in the main stream of the Thudorn River in the Orlando Empire has been reduced to a minimum, almost extinct. But no one would say to protect these two fish, after all, neither of them is a good thing.

The reason why teenagers wear bowfish skin gloves is because of the characteristics of bowfish skin. Because of the bowfish's special attack style, the bowfish's skin is not wet. To put it simply, the scales of bowfish skin and the skin itself have a very special substance, which is not hydrophilic, like a thin layer of oil skin wrapped around the surface. Water droplets will quickly slide off the tip of the skin and will not form water stains on the skin.

Blood is also a type of liquid, but it is relatively thicker. But in the same way, blood splashing on the skin of the bowfish will quickly flow along the lines of the skin like other liquids, leaving no obvious blood stains, which is easy to clean and clean.

The boy glanced up at Piev, his gloved hand grasping the hilt of the serpentine sword and pumping it outward.

The muscles that were tightly stitched together in a jagged shape were instantly torn apart, and the pain immediately became more sensitive, and Piev's whole body trembled. He could even feel his muscles embedded in those cracks, and then in the slow motion of the young man pumping outward, they were torn and pulled off because they could not be released in time. The pain was beyond the limits of what he could bear, and he couldn't help but cry out.

As if he had been through it a thousand times, the boy silently watched Piev scream for a while, and then twitched another inch.

The wail sounded again, and Piev glanced at the boy, and his heart trembled with fear. The boy looked at him indifferently, not looking at a living person, but at some test subject, maybe some animal, maybe someone else.

The two thoughts of confession and non-confession use his inner world as a battlefield to attack each other.

If you don't confess, you may die in this dark dungeon, and you will become a lifeless corpse on the execution rack. At a certain time, it is unwound up, wrapped in some kind of cheap animal skin like garbage, and then transported to a place in the suburbs to be discarded at will. Scavengers in the wild will follow the smell of blood in the air, bite open his belly, and eat the entrails of his stomach first, then his limbs, and his head.

This process may last for two or three days. Then nature's scavengers come to help, maggots, pustules, and eventually only a pair of broken dry bones remain. At some point on a certain day, it was crushed by a passing person, or an animal, or a horse-drawn cart.

His wife and children, his money, all his existence will eventually become a certain paragraph on a certain piece of paper in a certain file bag in a certain drawer in a secret department in the imperial capital: Piev, disappeared on a certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

This is the unexplained ending, a not-so-happy ending.

It would be a completely different life, he would live, survive his life, avoid the eyes and ears of the Imperial agents, turn himself into a different person, and live carefully in a corner of the Orlando Empire. He could not go back to the empire to see his wife and children, nor could he send them even a copper coin, and even the meeting could only be in a dream. He will have a very different life and will live a less comfortable life.

Perhaps the Imperial intelligence services will come looking for him, after all, his betrayal has led to the purge of many spies. Maybe they will meet and start a fierce fight, or die in the streets, lying in a pool of blood and become the support of some people to become officials. Maybe he will succeed in running away and becoming a wanderer who has no home to return to.

But at least, he's still alive.

In the face of death, if you want to turn yourself into a warrior who can look directly at death, you first need to have faith. Whatever that belief is, there has to be such a thing. But if you don't want to die, if you want to live in secret, it's easy to give up all your glory, your self, and your past.

Life or death is as simple as that.

While his thoughts were struggling fiercely, the young man grabbed the serpentine sword and drew another inch, and a cloud of bloody blood foam was spurted out of the wound and the blade, splashing the young man's hand. The blood quickly dripped to the ground, leaving behind a clump of finely minced meat. He shook his hand and waited quietly.

It takes time for the muscles to re-bite, which is a manifestation of the human body's instinct, a self-protection program in times of crisis, not controlled by one's own will.

Piev gasped for breath, his howl was weak, the hesitation in his eyes knocked out reason again and again, and he gave up when he saw the boy grasp the serpentine sword again.

"I said, I'll say ...... anything. ”

The young man was a little disappointed and looked at Piev with disgust, "I heard that you are an intelligence chief, but I didn't expect you to not even survive the number one, it's really disappointing." Are all the intelligence officers of the Byron Empire like you?", the young man grabbed the hilt of the serpentine sword, pulled it hard, and pulled it out entirely. Thick, granular blood spurted out of the wound that was slowly retracting.

Piev's face turned pale, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

The boy carefully placed the serpentine sword in the barrel and sucked it up, then hung it back on the wall, along with the pile of torture instruments. His movements were very focused, and after the serpentine sword was hung up, he deliberately adjusted the direction of the tip of the sword when it drooped, and then took off his gloves satisfied.

"Someone will come and ask you questions, you will answer whatever you ask, and if you refuse to cooperate, then I will cooperate with you. The boy shook off his gloves, stuffed them into his pockets, bowed his head slightly, and walked barefoot out the door like a farmer's descendant everywhere. Just as he was about to leave the dungeon, he stopped, turned sideways and glanced back at Piev, whose face was not bloodied, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I have to say, you're the worst man I've ever met. ”

After speaking, he disappeared outside the door without looking back.

Piev spat on the spit, bastard?

Dead is nothing, only alive words have corresponding value, and if you are a bad seed, at least he is alive.

Also, if he could still see the boy, he would definitely tell the boy that he was just a civilian and that the fear of torture was a matter of course!

Okun didn't know that Piev, who was supposed to return to the Byron Empire to start his retirement life, was caught without leaving the borders of the Orlando Empire, and he didn't know that this man who had been engaged in intelligence work in the Orlando Empire for 20 years without the slightest achievement had already confessed everything that should be confessed, including him, the new intelligence chief who was ambitious and ready to make big news.

So he was still excitedly looking forward to the Black Priest's move, and he had to walk around the streets on time every day, and then buy a few newspapers to pay attention to the daily events in Ortlenburg. I have to say that the newspaper is really a great invention, in fact, the essence of the newspaper is not the slightest strange, but this is also the great thing about the newspaper. Turn ordinary things into extraordinary.

Now even in the Byron Empire, it is popular to learn about the whole world through the window of the newspaper.

He waited for the Black Priests, and the Black Priests waited too.

They were waiting for an opportunity, Wren was not so easy to kill, they had already made three shots, and each time they suffered heavy losses except the first time, which had made some of the higher echelons of the church seem to want to completely eliminate Wren's mission. This is really not an excellent mission goal, not to mention whether you can kill or not, but also lose manpower, a mature killer is definitely not something that can be raised by hundreds of thousands of gold coins, otherwise another church and their black church would have already ruled the world.

It's just that this time the price is high enough, and the customer has the ability to pay, which made the black priests decide to do the last vote.

If he succeeds, he naturally doesn't need to say anything, the Black Priest successfully washed away his shame and once again proved to the world that as long as he is targeted by the Black Priest, there is no possibility of escaping death.

If it fails, then lift Wren high, and when it comes to tasks involving Wren in the future, ignore them.

In order to successfully complete the task here and successfully obtain the earl title of the Byron Empire, one of the high-ranking Black Priests, one of the ten elders, and the big man codenamed Black Widower decided to take action himself, along with seven sixth-level Black Priests.

In the words of the Black Widower, if so many people and such a strong force do not succeed in assassinating Wren, then the Black Priests will be out of Bell Province forever.

It took less than four days from the commission to the personnel in place, and in these four days, the mobile department of the Black Church (formerly known as the Black Church) had planned more than twenty different assassination plans and placed them on the Black Widower's desk.

Looking at the pile of assassination plans, the black widower did not despise these people and their achievements just because he was an elder. He knew very well that the reason why the Black Priest was famous was related to these schemes. Accurate intelligence, perfect control, surprise assassination, and then an orderly evacuation with a shocking ending are the essence of the Black Priesthood.

Although he is an elder, he is not good at planning, so he is willing to trust the plans of professionals and will not arrange them on a whim.

After reading all the plans carefully, he left two copies.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up one of them, and all the plans will be executed according to the process in this plan.