The sound of killing shook the sky, and the slaughter was heart-wrenching.

In the steaming of blood, anger, scarlet, death, killing...... Awaken the tyranny of the first birth of all beings!

It also allows the souls of all people to be sublimated.

In that blood-spattered trance, they saw an indescribable being, casting a gaze of contempt!

"The Skull Crusher ...... It really appeared! ”

The Prophet of Fate muttered excitedly.

Even if he was prostrate on the ground, he could still see the indescribably huge body of the Skull Crusher.

Because at this time, his senses had already merged into the ubiquitous stench of blood, as if he shared the glory of God.

In the warehouse, the beings also saw the Great Skull-Crusher.

He is as big as a mountain, steaming like mist, covering a storehouse, and like a lurking man, everywhere.

Under His gaze, the earth trembled and wailed overwhelmedly.

Only the ultimate killing can be exchanged for His mercy and gifts.

All beings woke up.

On the Colosseum, the trapped beast man who had stopped killing raised his butcher knife again.

In the audience, the Scarlet Cultist's bloody eyes were full of blood, his eyes were fierce, he picked up all the weapons that could be killed, and waved them at the colleague next to him who had just drunk and talked!

The more tyrannical and chaotic killings have since begun.

Screams and laughter are played, and the overture to the praise of God is played.

"Great Skull Crusher, these are my sacrifices! Give me the strength to offer more sacrifices to You! ”

The Prophet of Fate couldn't wait to cry out.

He had even thought that when he had the power of God, he would dominate the great tyranny of Tudor's dark world.

This is an achievement that his father, who collects dung for a living, would never dare to imagine until he died!

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, interrupting the rhapsody of the Prophet of Fate.

His bear-like body suddenly stiffened, and he looked down blankly, red blood gushing from his chest and even between his nose and mouth.

He raised his face again blankly, looked at the edge of the high platform, and saw the young man in the evening dress, looking at him with a sarcastic expression:

"The mudbloods who pick up dung are also entitled to the mercy of the cranial crusher? Go to hell and dream of spring and autumn! ”

The voice fell, obviously it was a subordinate of the Prophet of Fate, but he walked over with a cold face, and threw him off the high platform like dragging a dead dog,

The wind whistled in his ears, pouring blood into the lobes of his lungs, making the Prophet of Destiny's breath smell of blood.

The ultimate anger rushes straight to the brain.

But he couldn't do anything.

Because he's going to die!

No!

The blood-colored eyes reflected the large, indescribable body of the Skullbreaker.

"God, help me!"

The Prophet of Fate roared with all his might!

"Poof!"

Before the sound fell, he fell into the crowd of people who were killing like crazy, and he couldn't make a splash.

On the high platform, Sven pushed his gold-wire glasses with his middle finger and stepped into the center of the high platform.

He looked down at the crowd of people in the audience who were frantically biting and killing, and his bloody eyes flashed with indescribable excitement.

So far, he has finally gotten what he wanted.

He suddenly turned to face Langdon, who was dressed in a flamboyant manner, and opened his arms with a fanatical and twisted face, and shouted:

"Come! The Great Blood God, Skull Crusher, Austin Gabriel! ”

"Thy faithful servant, Bunion, longs for thy gifts and salvation!"

The frenzied shouts echoed in this blood-soaked killing place, and the gushing blood paved the red carpet of the skull-crusher's arrival.

In the filling of killing intent and rage, the huge body of the Skull-Crusher faintly condensed, turning into an indescribable celestial phenomenon, like a mountain, like an ocean, and fell towards Langdon, who was sitting on a high platform.

Li Shenzhi was stunned!

Isn't this just a dog?

When the ritual began, the hallucinations returned, and he overlooked the cruel and tyrannical bloody sacrifice from the perspective of an extremely cold God.

As the sacrifice came to an end, he froze.

In the tumbling blood, he clearly saw a dog.

It has a pointed face like a fox, two long ears hanging on both sides, a pitch-black body, not a single stray hair, and a lean body, which looks like a fine hound!

it!

Can a dog become a spirit and become a ghost?

This absurd and cruel sacrifice of feelings was all made by you as a brute?

The strong contrast made Li Shenzhi feel a strong sense of absurdity and ...... for the skull-crushing who came Wrath!

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"Ahem...... I do not know...... The boss, the boss only said that it was a warehouse, I don't know which warehouse, I was right over there...... I really don't understand. ”

The gold medal thug of Zefonaia Casino collapsed on the table and chair, vomiting blood.

But he still tried his best to speak, for fear that if he slowed down for a while, he would not see the sun tomorrow.

"How many warehouses do you have?"

Villad, the sheriff in charge of the interrogation, frowned.

"Eight, eight...... It's all ...... Victor River Harbor, save ...... Help me......"

The gold medal fighter struggled to answer, and the passing life made him instinctively call for help, but before he could finish speaking, he tilted his head and died.

Villard turned to look at Inspector Pine.

With a gloomy face, Pyne called out to a security officer next to him and said:

"Duke, Raven summoned Sheriff Arnold for help!"

Duke hurriedly bowed his head, pursed his lips and whistled, and a black raven hovering in the air, whistling down, stood on his shoulder, looking left and right.

Duke tilted his head and whispered a few words to the raven.

The raven, as if able to read human speech, responded with a few cooings, and then fluttered its wings, flapped its wings and leaped into the dark night, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Inspector Pine, it's just a cult gathering, so you shouldn't need to alarm Sheriff Arnold, right?"

Villard looked a little puzzled.

"I'm afraid it's not an ordinary rally, don't you think it's strange that the Zefnaia Casino is Frederick's hen that lays golden eggs, and there are at least thirty thugs on weekdays, but there are only seven or eight today?"

Pine said as he waved his hand to gather the crowd and walked out the door.

Villard's face changed slightly when he heard this.

Security Officer Duke leaned over and lowered his voice, but he could hear Pyne and said, "Although our Inspector has only been promoted to Inspector, he has been working at the grassroots level for nine years, and his experience is even more than that of some Sheriffs, he thinks there is a problem, then there must be a problem, get ready!" ”

Pine, who was walking in front, didn't look back and said: "In the face of evil anomalies, no amount of experience is useless, only prudence is the way to win." ”

Duke nodded with a grin and added in a low voice, "There are also evil anomalies." ”

Pine didn't speak.

Villard's expression moved slightly, and he said no more.

The group walked through the darkness of the night and soon came to the foul-smelling port of the Victor River.

This river port, which was carrying huge quantities of supplies during the day, was dead silent for some reason tonight, and there were not even patrolling minions.

A few gas lamps that fell to the ground, emitting a faint glow.

Villard followed a bright light, and felt short, and before long, he was almost back.

"They're all dead, and it looks like a gang vendetta."

"No, it's not a vendetta, I smell the desire to kill!"

Inspector Pine suddenly whispered.

Well? The vigilante followed the sound, and saw Pyne in the night, his eyes shining like jewels.

"This way! This is a divine descent ceremony! Fast! Destroy the ritual! ”

Pine snapped out, and immediately followed his desire to kill, and ran wildly towards a warehouse on the riverbank.

The security guards beside him also changed their faces and rushed over.

100 meters away, just a snap of a finger.

However, the heavy steel gate blocked their way, and in front of the warehouse door, several gatekeepers had already died under the cannibalism.

The faint shouting of killing came from the warehouse, teasing their desire to kill!

"Boss, the door is locked!"

Duke, who was checking the annular valve, turned his head and shouted.

As soon as the sound fell, a charming woman burst out of Pyne's body, ignoring the steel gate like a phantom and burrowing in.

Duke reacted immediately and turned the annular valve again.

"Click......"

The friction sound of hinged gears reached everyone's ears, which made people's teeth ache.

The heavy steel gate slowly rose as well.

A bloody stench of corruption that had been fermenting for centuries scrambled out from the cracks of the open door.

The faint roar of fighting suddenly amplified in his ears.

Oh, my God!

What did the magistrates of the 14th Tudor District see?

Hell?

No, it's a scarier scene than the Netherworld.

It's a scene they will remember for a lifetime!