In the process of collecting souls, Li Chenglong saw a scene that he had never seen before. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although most of the people who were cut by the axe died, there were always some who could still hold on to their broken bodies and struggle for a while, but like those who were slashed by the sword, they would always unconsciously leave a part of the corpse on a protruding object when they moved.

Different from the scene last time in Brown City, although there were still people's screams reaching Li Chenglong's ears at that time, and at this time it was just a group of cold corpses, but because there was no cleanliness of the land refining array, the rich expressions of people when they died were also left to Li Chenglong, who took the initiative to visit.

The Vikings weren't the alien race of Cthulhu servants who treated humans as food or mere survival, they were human beings, and they were a bunch of honest males in heat, and the exhausted remains of women and girls would appear in his field of vision wherever Lee went, and some of the irascible ones didn't even leave a whole corpse for the poor ones.

Thankfully, until Li Chenglong completed his search for an area within a kilometer of the city walls, no male or undeveloped children were sexually assaulted. Thanks to this concept of sexuality in normal religion and ethnicity, most healthy boys did not die with their families, except for the lucky ones who were crushed and suffocated by their dead relatives, and almost no boys died in that Shura field.

Although he sympathized with these innocent refugees, Li Chenglong still did his best to exploit their souls, and he took away some of the best souls who were pious enough to ascend to the kingdom of God from the hands of the world will to refine the stone of the philosopher.

Although the philosopher's stone that a single soul could refine was not enough to make a philosopher's stone that could be set in earrings, Lee Seung-ryong did so, without mercy or tears, like a worker cleaning the auditorium with a broom, treating them as cobwebs hanging from the shed, or lime stains left behind by renovations, and carefully turning their most precious legacy in the world into a part of a gemstone timepiece.

The wind was howling, and the tide was strange with the strange bloody wind.

Li Chenglong's gloved hands had just rescued a woman who had been gang-raped by a pointed wooden stick nailed to a wooden wall in order to protect her daughter, even though it was in the dim room behind the wall, the girl who looked like this lady was really a model of countless scum deaths, maybe the girl's young skin was more delicate, maybe it was just because the lady in front of her died of trauma first.

There is no way, as the sound of the waves reached Li Chenglong's ears, he had to give up the idea of burying the two dozen dead around this house, although this was not the worst place he had ever seen today, but at this time Li Chenglong's heart happened to reach the limit of patience, and his inner conscience made him fly from the sky to the ground, and he personally turned out a dying boy.

The careless Vikings probably didn't notice that the child's heart, which had been thrown on the fence, looked different from ordinary people, and the spikes of the stake only pierced the child's lungs, which could not take the life of the genius child, who had advanced to the rank of senior warrior. And at least one of the master fighters had beaten this child with their bare hands before this, maybe this child was the son of the lady on the wall, or maybe he was simply having some confidence in his talent.

In fact, judging from the scattered abnormal blood stains on the land, maybe he really injured a few murderers, but when he rushed to the vicinity of the house, several masters who were enjoying him passed him like a basketball several times, and finally I don't know if it was passed to the end, or if someone was tired of playing, the boy was accurately thrown on the fence.

The helpless Li Chenglong really couldn't stand the child's pleading gaze, quickly twisted his neck, and refined his soul as soon as possible, maybe the other people locked in the Philosopher's Stone could replace Li Chenglong to give this nameless child some help.

Standing in front of the female corpse and briefly recalling the reason why he was here, Li Chenglong flew back to the sky again, looking down at the wooden house full of blood and hormones under his feet, he made an exception and used alchemy to set fire to the house and the surrounding corpses, and after hastily making a fire barrier, the anxious Li Chenglong flew straight to the port.

The strange tide had already taken away a lot of corpses that died at the dock just now, and Li Chenglong, who had made up for the dead, could only refine the soul of the dense area as soon as possible, and then pour back from the port towards the city wall, collecting those ghosts who would not run away by themselves for a while.

After actually flying near the pier, Li Chenglong looked at the work area that had become a table for crows and seabirds, and his stomach still couldn't help but turn over for a while, stimulated by the smell of rot and the smell of feces and urine from nowhere, he finally couldn't help but vomit in the sky.

The soup and bread he had just eaten in the camp were abusing his palate with sour water, and what was worse was that after he had no way to vomit, he was not only weak and hungry again, but also had no clean water to rinse his mouth, not even a clean sleeve to wipe his mouth.

Thanks to the gem timepiece itself, he took the initiative to capture those helpless souls, and Li Chenglong, who was no longer in a state, was able to harvest all the valuable pieces before the sea took away most of the corpses.

Although Li Chenglong wanted to burn the corpses in one fire, the humid air, the eating crows, and the sheer number of corpses deterred him.

After a quick glance at the port area, Li Chenglong flew up again, and after a severe vomiting, he had to finish the finishing work at a faster speed, otherwise he would either fall from the sky tiredly, or sit back and watch tens of thousands of remnants of his soul be wasted.

The howling wind continued, and the word death seemed to melt into the wind, and every Viking who was eating couldn't help but shiver.

Brunhilde, who rode a Pegasus to maintain discipline in the sky, also woke up from his memories because of the breath of the underworld in the wind, and as the breath of the Valkyrie enveloped the town, the breath of death summoned by the obsession of the unjustly deceased flowed into the underworld without any achievements, and Hela, who was busy taking care of her pet dog, was dissatisfied and purified these exotic winds of the underworld.

The few strong men and priests who had sensed what had just happened looked in awe at Brunhilde, who had provided them with refuge, and Brunhilde's disgruntled look was the only response to them.

War comes at any time, battles happen every day, but only the battle in the presence of Valkyrie is what the Vikings look forward to, and it is precisely because of the presence of these dead guides and victorious arbiters that the Vikings can rest assured, only pay attention to the battle itself, right?