The sun on the Plateau of Suffering was a little sunny, and occasionally a few hurricanes struck, rolling up the sand all over the sky, without the slightest coolness, but hitting people with pain in the face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind is blowing.

Kane put his right hand in front of his brow, blocking the sunlight and the swarming sand.

Most of the buildings in Trist Town had collapsed, powerless to stop the yellow sand from raging, allowing the flying sand to fall all over the ground and on the bodies of the more than 100 living townspeople.

The sand grew thicker, covering the corpses everywhere. In time, Triste, who no longer has residents to clean up, will eventually sink on this plateau of suffering covered with yellow sand, and be annihilated in the long river of history.

Half-ruined Trist, now stationed with nearly 10,000 blood lion soldiers, a farce is in full swing in front of the Illuminati Church Square, which was once an important place of opportunity for the town's residents.

In Kane's yellowed memory, the Zhang Butcher family is also well-known in the town, and the couple are both fat and fat, and they can be regarded as an unprovoked existence among thousands of ordinary town residents.

This couple is also affectionate on weekdays, and rarely quarrels and fights, of course, most of the time they are bullying others.

Watching the couple's fight with interest, Kane had a smile in his eyes.

It's like seeing two rats fighting, which is very interesting.

"What's the noise?" Shadow Thero was as elusive as ever, and Kane didn't even know where he came from.

Seeing Thelo's arrival, the dozens of Blood Lion soldiers who oversaw the work no longer stopped to watch, and continued to look around without squinting after performing a standard military salute.

It seems that he has never seen the fight between Zhang and his wife.

"My lord!" Butcher Zhang, whose face was covered in blood, didn't bother to wipe his face, and crawled to his knees in front of Thelo, "Untouchables, I found a living resident. ”

Thero looked at Kane, who didn't care about himself, thoughtfully.

"According to your previous rules, whoever finds a resident who has not been captured or killed will be granted freedom. Butcher Zhang's tone was filled with tears, like a shipwrecked person adrift in the vast sea, fearing that the straw he had grasped would not be able to save him.

"Yes. Theroh nodded, not in denial.

Zhang Butcher was overjoyed, and then as if he remembered something, he glanced at his knotted wife out of the corner of his eye, and a touch of shame appeared on his face.

As long as you can live, what can you not give up?

As soon as the mind moved, the shame of being there disappeared in an instant.

"Kane!" Thero smiled lightly, and there was some courtesy in his tone, "This is your hometown after all, and the brothers are used to killing on the battlefield, and if they don't make up their minds, there are so many people left." ”

Thero's tone didn't change in the slightest, as if it weren't thousands of civilians who died under the Blood Lion's butcher's knife, but just insignificant ants.

"There's no way, only the dead don't talk nonsense. Thelo sighed, like the most devout believer in the god of light, and was bitterly discussing the three or five lambs who had died in an accident.

That compassion, that pity, there is no hypocrisy.

"Who cares!" Kane's resolute face was not moved.

Without your command, would these disciplined soldiers go on a killing spree?

Without the connivance of your level 14 demon general Thelo, would Trist Town turn into such a ruin?

Without the order of the Blood Lion Legion Leader, who holds the power of God Killing, the lives of thousands of townsgoers would have been so ruthlessly harvested?

But who cares?

The fall of the town of Trist, the life and death of thousands of residents, what does he have to do with Kane?

Thero's slight surprise was palpable.

After galloping on the battlefield for more than 20 years and hundreds of battles large and small, the murderous Selo naturally doesn't care about the lives of these thousands of people.

But what about Kane?

A twelve-year-old child, born in Si and grew up in Si.

The entities lying on the ground were all living people who had spoken to him.

But this young man actually whispered indifferently, "Who cares!"

This heart is extremely cold.

"Hey, hey!" Thero's face was gloomy, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and he licked his somewhat shriveled lips, looking like a bloodthirsty demon king, "Holy relic? I think you're a demon!"

Thero finally tore off the mask of hypocrisy, and his words were like Jin Ge's voice, but there was no dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he was very appreciative and satisfied with Kane.

"Good one, who cares. "There was a dappled darkness in Thero's illusory shadows.

The Blood Lion soldier standing next to him couldn't help but have a frightened expression on his face, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

The sun hanging high in the sky did not skimp on its own light and heat, but the church of the Cult of the Illuminati, which represents light and holiness, was stained with a little bloody darkness.

Thero's Force attribute is actually from the darkness of the Abyss Hell.

"Since you don't care, let's kill them all. Several shimmering black lightning bolts shot out from the illusion that enveloped Thero's body, like thousands of poisonous snakes spitting cores, choosing to devour people.

Hundreds of Blood Lion soldiers came from all directions, forming a circle, armed with scimitars, and expressionless.

The more than 100 surviving townspeople are about to turn into ghosts in this world.

"Wait—" Kane leaned against the door, fearless as he watched the scene of the change.

"Oh?" Thero's dark thunderbolt swept away, his blood-red eyes staring at Kane.

"There are accounts that have been confiscated. Kane met Thero's gaze with a calm expression.

"Please. Thelo was a little staggering, as if he was a little unhappy that Kane had interrupted his "good deed".

The butcher Zhang and the more than 100 survivors of the town, who had been closed from the ghost gate, were covered with cold sweat on their foreheads.

But a common thought arose in their hearts.

If you want to die, it's easy.

If you want to live, you have to look at the meaning of the twelve-year-old boy Kane in front of you.

The little beggar they once regarded as waste, and everyone could step on a few feet, Kane.

"Your mother-in-law's shoes are good!" Kane silently walked up to the butcher and said inexplicably.

"Huh?" Butcher Zhang was slightly stunned, not understanding what Kane meant.

Kane didn't intend to say it again, just turned around, walked over to the Blood Lion Soldier, reached out, and grabbed the hilt of the knife.

The knife is a good knife, cold and cold.

In the next second, the knife was on Zhang Butcher's neck.

"Understood, understood!" Butcher Zhang's calves trembled, and as soon as he stomped his foot, he turned around and rushed towards his wife, who was limp on the ground, intending to peel off the cowhide boots from her feet.

"These feet are not bad, either!" Kane's voice sounded from behind him as the butcher was sweating profusely as he took off his wife's shoes.

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Before Butcher Zhang could react, a knife landed beside him.

"Chopped. Kane's voice was calm and emotionless.