After the Prophet of Fate announced that he would "do a big job", Langdon was thrown into an iron cage.

Outside the cage, three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, surrounded by airtight.

The guard horse boy even wore a revolver pinned to his waist, which looked very intimidating.

From Langdon's memory, it is almost certain that this is a violent gang.

And it's not small.

In Tudor, violent teams are not uncommon, and they are even relevant to everyone.

They fill the dark corners of the town hall out of reach.

In the darkness, a set of distorted and reasonable social laws is constructed.

The Tudor Daily once commented:

- In the eyes of the people at the bottom who have lost their jobs, joining a gang is something they dream of, and even their children are proud of it!

Li Shenzhi did not want to think about the rationality of the existence of the Tudor gang.

All he wanted to know was what this had to do with Langdon?

You must know that although Langdon wears two hats, he earns hard-earned money, and his income is basically the same as the salary of a railroad worker.

This bit of oil and water is decent in the eyes of low-level civilians.

But for the more lucrative gangs, it's not worth mentioning at all.

What's more, this is not a crime of passion, it is a premeditated crime!

So, what is it about Langdon that attracts the attention of these outlaws?

After all, no matter how humble Langdon's status is, he is also the bell watchman of the city hall.

Li Shenzhi couldn't figure it out.

Now he can only wait, but also wait.

Fortunately, Langdon can only be regarded as his tool body, because although he is angry in his heart, he is not afraid.

Time is like water, passing by in a murmur.

I don't know how long it took, several women as strong as men appeared outside the iron cage.

They snatched Langdon out of the ruffian laugh and threw him into a hot water bucket like a pig before he was killed, and took a bristle brush to clean the dirt from every corner of Langdon's body.

Even with delicate tools, help him with his nails.

This scene made Li Shenzhi's face turn green.

That Prophet of Destiny won't have Longyang, right?

Gan!

If this happens, no matter how good this body is, it can't be said that anything can be wanted.

The direction of things seems to be gradually confirming Li Shenzhi's guess.

After the women had cleaned him, they dressed him in a lavish gown and even put an expensive gold and gemstone ring on his finger.

More than that, one of the women took his fingers away and carefully shoved a scepter encrusted with countless gems into her palm.

After doing all this, Langdon was like a beautiful real puppet, placed on a chair.

"Yes, yes, it's exactly like the one in the album, hahaha, good! Good! Good! ”

The Prophet of Fate came out of nowhere, and he looked at Langdon, who looked extremely handsome and dashing against the backdrop of his clothes, and applauded excitedly.

Malegobi, you can explain to me what it means to be "exactly like in the album"?

Which crispy duck painter drew something harmful?

Li Shenzhi jumped like thunder.

However, the other party seemed to have expected it, and gave him an unknown drug, which made his body paralyzed as mud, and he could only be impotent and furious, and there was nothing to be done!

"Destiny Prophet, everything is ready!"

A young man in an evening gown, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a gentlemanly temperament, walked up to the Prophet of Destiny and whispered.

"Okay, let's get started!"

The Prophet of Fate rubbed his hands together in excitement and turned away impatiently.

The young man looked at Langdon with a flushed face and clapped his hands.

Four attendants immediately poured in from the left and right, lifted their chairs, and left behind Sven Youth.

It was only then that Li Shenzhi had the opportunity to observe his surroundings.

This is supposed to be a river port in Tudor, surrounded by standard wooden crates.

The sound of the water, which could not be concealed by the darkness of the night, sent a disgusting stench.

——This is the most filthy scene created by the city's industrial wastewater and feces!

Escorted by a group of violent gangs, Langdon, who was sitting in a chair, soon came to the door of a warehouse.

As Ma Tsai struggled to flick the hinges, the heavy steel gate slowly opened.

What catches your eye is a raised platform made of steel pipes and iron sheets, which just hides the view of the interior of the warehouse.

As soon as the group entered, the heavy steel gate slowly fell, desperately hiding the secret that could not be seen.

"Da Da Da!"

Carrying Langdon's retinue, they stepped on the iron staircase to ascend to the high platform, placing Langdon on a higher platform.

This is the commanding height of the warehouse!

It was only at this time that Li Shenzhi finally saw the panorama of the warehouse.

I saw that the huge warehouse had been converted into a Colosseum, and the surrounding stands were densely packed with people.

They whispered and talked a lot.

The Colosseum, isolated by barbed wire, was also full of people.

They looked around in confusion, and many of them hugged their heads and cried with a nervous breakdown.

"Good evening, wolf cubs of the Crimson Church!"

The sound amplified by the loudspeaker suddenly swept through the warehouse, obliterating all the noise.

"Bang!"

A spotlight shone on the high platform, falling right on the Prophet of Fate and Langdon.

Countless eyes immediately looked at it.

"Look at the scumbags, traitors, and fools in the audience, and take a good look at their every face, because after tonight, they will cease to exist, and only the only victor in the high place of the corpse will be qualified to survive!"

The Prophet of Fate stood on the edge of the platform, looking at the crowd below like a caged beast, teasing the blood of the gang boys in the most vulgar language.

"Wow-"

"Long live the boss!"

"Long live the Crimson Sect!"

In an instant, the crowd in the stands became excited, they cheered, shouted, shouted, and assimilated into the collective.

"Quiet!"

As soon as the Prophet of Fate raised his hand, everyone in the stands fell silent for an instant.

"Despicable bastards, tear everyone around you with your teeth and nails!"

The Prophet of Fate said, drawing the dagger from his waist and throwing it down.

The scene was silent.

"Ahh

Immediately, a terrible scream pierced the end of the terrible sacrifice.

I saw that on the Colosseum, a lean man picked up a dagger and stabbed a strong man beside him, playing the overture to the sinking of human nature.

"Beautiful!"

"Okay—"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd in the stands boiled over, and they threw down the dagger crowbar beside them.

In an instant, a human purgatory was born.

Li Shenzhi looked at this scene in horror, even if he experienced all kinds of incredible, at this time, he was still shocked by this bloody scene, and his soul was cold.

The world was already so bad, but he didn't expect that there would be even worse and more terrible things!

The indescribable shock shook his soul.

That...... So much so that he hallucinated again.

He actually saw this human purgatory directly through his soul!

"That's what it is...... Blood God Blessing? ”

On the high platform, the Prophet of Fate looked at the Colosseum with an incredulous face.

He could clearly feel the blood and qi in the Colosseum tumbling into, pouring into his body, making him scream in comfort, and his flesh was as powerful as a sea monster!

"Prophet of Fate, the ceremony has begun, do you want me to preside over the ceremony on your behalf?"

Sven Youth reminded in a low voice.

"No, I can't read, but I can still remember that little thing!"

The Prophet of Fate decisively refused, and even gave a few pony boys a look.

Let them keep an eye on Sven Youth at all times.

The Prophet of Fate took a deep breath, and the prayers he had learned from the prostitute couch slowly spat out of his mouth.

"My lord, I Frederick, behold the name of Your Broken Skulls!"

"We have experienced a hundred battles, experienced human blood and pain, and only then do we know that the way to survive lies in brutality!"

"O merciful Lord, thou hast made the infant cry with anger at the first birth, and manifested the wrath of all beings;"

"Thou hast made the daily meal, the food eaten, born of violence and death, manifesting the cosmic Crimson Law!"

"I know that only the sound of blood gushing and bones cracking is the best sound of prayer!"

"Kill and spill blood, and I will remember your teachings."

"O my lord, give me the strength to be invincible, to spill blood, to crush my head!" [Note 1]

In prayer, the Prophet of Fate turned to Langdon and prostrated himself towards the vessel that was about to contain the Divine Descending!

At the same time, the crowd of people fighting frantically in the Colosseum, and even the spectators in the stands who roared wildly, were all shocked.

In the midst of this mad slaughter, they were so glorious to see the arrival of the great gods!