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The huge square is crowded with people at the moment, and in the center of the crowd, there is a large vacant space.

It was the place of execution.

Under the guillotine, there is already a river of blood at this moment. In a group of ten people, in just half a day, more than 30 executions have been carried out here, and more than 300 people have been beheaded.

Three hundred may not seem like much, but it's a lot.

Their blood pooled under the guillotine, forming a small daunting pool, and their bodies were put back in place by Sui Xiong, who did not know how many people were frightened.

The strong smell of blood permeated the air, and the solemn aura of Senran made all the audience feel heavy in their hearts, even those who had taken revenge, and gradually couldn't laugh.

Even the executioners felt too much pressure, although they claimed to kill people without blinking, but they really never killed people like today, like killing pigs, killing so much.

What's more, many of these criminals who were executed by them were dressed in elaborate and even gorgeous clothes, and at first glance they were not ordinary commoners, at least they were also wealthy, and perhaps even nobles.

But these have no effect on Sui Xiong, his mind is strong, and he will no longer be impressed by these things. What's more, with his supernatural powers, when he catches these people, he can see the sins on them, and see the grievances left by those who were mutilated by them.

So with a cold smile, he just took those villains one by one, tried them, executed them, and then sent them back.

As the sun set, he looked at the sky and sighed softly.

"Let's get here today, and tomorrow we will be judged and executed. With that, he led Steele and the executioners out of the guillotine and went to the hotel that had been communicated beforehand.

"What a killing today!" said Steele with a laugh, "I've seen a lot of dead people over the years, and I've seen murders, but I've never seen such a killing." Your Majesty, have you noticed? Among those who were executed today, there were quite a few nobles!"

"I only pay attention to whether they are guilty or not, whether they deserve to die. Sui Xiong said lightly, "We can't kill good people by mistake." ”

"There are no good people in that kind of terrorist organization. One executioner said, "Good people can't survive in that kind of place, and they either go along with it, or they force them to leave, or they kill them." ”

Sui Xiong nodded, among those who were executed today, there were people who were good at the beginning, but gradually learned badly.

In fact, most of the members of the "Isis" organization may not be very bad at first, but as the so-called close to Zhu is red, close to ink and black, after getting along with a group of murderous and violent fanatical believers for a long time, it is inevitable that they will not be affected.

That night, in the "Iron Sand City", the capital of the Western Wilderness, many people couldn't sleep all night.

Some people are too happy and excited to sleep, and many more are so scared that they can't sleep because they are nervous or worried.

Among these people who were so frightened that they couldn't sleep, a small part of them were worried that the orc gods and Void Masquerade would fight in Iron Sand City and that they would suffer from the pond fish, and most of them were reminiscing about their lives and finding that they had done a lot of bad things, or they were somewhat involved with the "Isis" organization, and they were worried that they would be slaughtered by His Majesty the Void Kamen.

When the knife hangs over the head, no matter how fierce or dull a person is, he will be afraid after all.

And this night, many people ran away overnight, trying to escape from the Western Wilderness.

These people, of course, were members of the "Isis", who had been hoping that they would not be discovered, some of whom hoped that their orc gods would protect them from calamity, and some of whom were simply insensitive.

But after the daytime, they were all terrified.

During the day today, many people witnessed their parishioners being swept away by a tentacle that appeared out of thin air, and when they were sent back a while, their heads had been separated and turned into a corpse that had not disappeared.

One of these executed people was a nobleman of high status, who happened to be discussing matters at that time, and a priest of no low level was present. Seeing that his body was not cold, he hurriedly performed a resurrection technique, hoping to resurrect him. But when the spell is cast, you can feel the divine power falling, flowing into the corpse along your own hands, allowing the corpse to gradually rejuvenate, but you can't feel the soul of the deceased returning.

Of course, he refused to give up, so he asked the people to pray with him, asking the gods of faith to help him find the soul of the nobleman.

Then he received an answer from the gods.

The souls of the dead have fallen into hell and have been taken by the judges of hell. Once the soul of a sinner falls into the hands of the judges, it is marked with hell, and even if his god ventures to take it back from hell, he will not be able to resurrect it.

Let alone...... How could a mere believer be worth the risk of a god going to hell at the risk of falling?

The judges of hell are very unfriendly to the gods, they have always believed that the gods are obstructing the judgment and violating the world order by connecting their souls into the kingdom of God, and if the gods dare to break into hell, they are afraid that they will be attacked by the judges immediately. Not to mention that the gods he believes in are only medium-level divine powers, even the top powerful divine powers among the gods, once they are besieged by the kings of hell, there is only one way to die!

At this point, even if it is a dead end, the pastor can only give up. However, before giving up, he asked curiously, after ordinary people die, it will take more than ten minutes to one or two hours before the soul falls into the underworld, why is it so fast this time?

The god's answer was that His Majesty had contacted the Inquisitor of Hell, and the messenger from Hell was waiting nearby.

This answer stunned everyone, they could never have dreamed that His Majesty the Void Mask had so many friends that even the Inquisitor of Hell had a friendship with him!

Oh my God, doesn't that mean that if you are captured, judged, and beheaded, you will not only die, but you will not even go to the kingdom of God after death, but you will fall into hell!

Thinking of this, everyone suddenly felt terrified, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are colorless, more miserable than their dead parents.

They have done all the bad things one by one, and after they fall into hell, they don't know how miserable they will be!

When the time comes, I really can't die if I want to!

"Escape!" said the priest in a deep voice, "it is a dead end to stay in the Western Wilderness!"

Everyone nodded silently, and then hurriedly went their separate ways, and it was too late to even pack up the property.

The family property can be cleaned up by the servants of the family, and the escape can only be done by yourself.

Originally, the members of these "Isis" organizations, as fanatical followers of the orc gods, were not afraid of death. In their view, there is nothing to fear from death, but to return to the arms of the great gods and continue to serve and praise God in the kingdom of God. But who knew that His Majesty the Void Kamen was doing everything desperately, not only wanting their lives, but also sending them directly to hell and letting them accept the punishment of hell!

In this way, death is terrible!

The crowd ran as fast as they could, but the news spread faster than they could escape. Before it was completely dark, the middle and high-level members of the "Isis" organization in the area of Iron Sand City knew about it, so they went up to the leader and down to the errands, all of them ran faster than rabbits, and only hated that their parents had two legs less.

Just as they were fleeing for their lives in the night, Sui Xiong had already come to the underworld and was setting up a wine table to entertain a familiar and unfamiliar friend.

Inquisitor from Hell, Baron Parin. (To be continued.) )