In the not-so-distant era.

The sky was overcast, and the raindrops were as bleak as the wind in the black sky, but the raindrops were piercing, and it was unbearable for those who pierced every drop.

The white scorching snake roared in the sky, meandering away, floating in the clouds, roaring in the world, shocking the lights of thousands of homes, and suppressing thousands of souls.

A galloping black horse is also lined with this strange thunder, crying through the thorns of the embrace, the sturdy legs of the horse flying in the black mire as if raised, for fear of being a little sticky with this filthy world.

"Rack!" The whip of the rope pierced through the black thorns like a sharp sword, and struck the black horse's body like lightning and thunder in the sky.

"Hurry up! You brute! If you make a mistake, you're not done! The whip-wielding groom's left eye was wet with a black ribbon tied to it, but the right eye that could be seen was also bright red from the wind and rain.

The black horse neighed, and the bumpy wooden cart rushed out of the thorny field, which was also the real one, and came out of the thorns, the narrow wooden cart was crooked under the pull of the black horse and the thorns, and it was covered by a white cloth that had already been muddy and bloody, crooked, and it was crooked, so that you could see that there were some "things" that were stacked on top of it.

"Damn it!"

The one-eyed groom cursed, and a mouthful of muddy teeth shone like spiky barbs under the white lightning.

The rope whip was waved again, and the horse was in pain, and he didn't care about the collapse of the rope, and suddenly leaped out of the quagmire, and jumped up with the groom's and the "thing" on the cart.

"Be careful! Brute! The one-eyed groom whipped again, and pulled the reins to steady himself, but under this whip, he rushed out quickly, and the thing on the cart could not hold up the speeding bumps, and a "thing" rolled down from the cloth of white blood, and with the collision of scrap iron and swords, it also fell into the swamp, accompanied by thorns.

The white snake raged in the sky, and the "thing" that rolled down could only accept that it could see the dead eyes, without blinking its eyes, and the armor on its body reflected like the lightning of the spirit rolling down, and from its lightning-lit eyes, the carriage galloped away, never to return here.

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"Damn, you've at least given me one less time to live happily!" The one-eyed groom cursed at the roaring carriage, and looked back, the red glow from the falling "thing" made his anger even stronger.

His bloodshot eyes turned to the other "things" in the carriage, and he was quite relieved to hold back his anger, gritted his teeth, and said, "If you lose this, you will die here for me!" Stinky horse! ”

He whipped his backhand again, and turned his head sharply, the clothes he had worn for too long were covered with mottled mud, leaving a little white mark under the rain, the moss almost went hand in hand with the chains around his waist, and the delicate hilt with rubies stuck in the edge of his boots, his whole body, there was almost nothing of his own, but he didn't want the armor of those "things".

He was even like a beggar, except that the beggar would not have a black horse or a cart to pull goods.

His scruffiness and the visible dirt on his body were difficult to clean, even in such a violent rainstorm.

His hair was hidden in a worn-out, three-pointed hat, a beggar's hat that was almost out of touch with him.

Also, the various iron tools on the carriage naturally did not belong to him.

The iron sword is shining, the iron party is clean, the iron blade is bladeless, the iron hammer is like a stone, the iron boots are walking in the mud, and the "things" that once held and wore those iron tools one after another, twisted and twisted, on the galloping car, bumpy left and right collisions, making a sonorous sound.

And in the center of these iron objects, another rectangular "object" wrapped in white blood cloth is his most precious "treasure".

He just watched it.

This rectangular "treasure" is extremely large, with six wrist-thick iron chains forcibly bypassing its whole body, with bright red blood marks and hard-to-see lines, as well as a large number of agate stones, gold and silver silk gathering pictures, all of which highlight the unpredictable value of this "treasure".

This also means that the one-eyed groom is about to get rich.

This is also why, when those "things" fall, he curses for no reason, and he also hurries to the place where this "treasure" is most suitable for it.

The lightning was dazzling, and the one-eyed groom also opened his huge right eye, staring tightly ahead with extremely large constricted red pupils.

On the top of the mountain cliff, the mountain road is winding, lightning and thunder, and it is difficult to resist this protracted rainstorm.

"Damn, damn it, damn it! Hurry up! Brute! "The one-eyed groom whipped like a raging tyrant, wielding the long whip in his hand and beating the prostrate horses to the ground.

The horses neighed non-stop, but it was difficult to speed up, but fortunately, the destination was in front of them, and the neighing of the horses stopped with the arrival of the destination.

It was a small black bell tower, the bell tower was not high, about three stories high, but it was also an abandoned cathedral underneath, the statues of the church were dappled with blood and tears, their muscular bodies and open arms embracing the world made it even more ironic to the "monsters" who lived on this small city cathedral.

"Brute! Brute! The one-eyed groom kicked the stopped horse twice, and the horse was in pain, and when he was kicked, he fell back, his shaking head blinking in the rain.

"Yo! Isn't this Simone! You're here again? A sergeant with a black iron blade pinned to his waist came up and said in a very playful tone, "Don't let us eat an empty fart this time...... Pat your ass and leave~"

The sergeant in black armor stood next to Simone, the one-eyed horseman, and could only see Simeone's dwarfness and his uncontrollable scruffiness.

"Sir Sinokos, you're really good at laughing." Simeone's short, hunchbacked body was naturally not so handsome, and in front of the tall and handsome sergeant, he looked like a funny clown.

Sinokos's blonde hair was so dazzling, and his blue eyes were also snow-clear, without the slightest bit of dirt, clear as a stream of water.

Simeone rubbed his old rough hands, squinted his eyes in a very strange voice in the sound of the horse's breathing, and sneered: "This time, in addition to the usual armor, there is another thing that will definitely make General Ponapo happy~ Please also please, let me in~ hehe......"

Simeone's wrinkled face was embarrassed to laugh, but he came out with a golden coin in his hand, and grabbed Sinokos's hand and put it in his palm.

"If our general is not satisfied, I will not collect your body!" Sinokos took the gold coin, stuffed it into his armoured waist pocket, and became much more erect, and as he walked away, he ordered the guards guarding the door of the church to let him go.

"Thank you! Sir Sinokos! ”

Simeone was obviously thanking Sinokos for letting him go, but as if he was answering Sinokos's warning that he would not collect his body, Sinokos clearly laughed at his own words and Simone's ones.

He snorted, straightened his armor, stood aside, looked at the soldier who didn't know where he was looking, and said, "You should thank yourself."

"Yes, yes." Simeone rolled over like a monkey on his horse, and the horse trembled twice from Simone's long nails, and walked slowly past the soldiers guarding the road with Simone and Simeone's treasure.

The same road to the church is this distance, but it is also the only normal road.

On a furious rainy day, only outlaws like Simone would appear here, and with his treasures, Simeone walked through the long alleyway, and in the darkness, he saw a pair of bone-like eyes in the church alleyway, and those bone-like shells.

They weren't much better than Simeone's "treasures", but they were still alive, and the "things" in his car were already stinking.

They will soon be eaten by maggots, and if it weren't for Simeone, these "things" might have been buried on the battlefield forever.

Iron will rust, blood will drain, people will die, and groans will cease to cry.

Including in this small and dark corridor, there are countless painless moans for help.

"Help us...... Please...... the eyes of those desperate "things" begged Simone one after another, but they could only get Simone's abuse.

Simeone's ass sat on the back of the black horse, but his feet were stepping on the white bones of the limp "things".

"Damn it! I don't care about you! Don't stand in my way! You should have died a long time ago! Simone was almost furious, because he saw a bony hand in the corridor trying to touch his black horse, and the cart, his "baby".

"Damn it! Give me! I don't care about you! Simeone pulled out the chain knife from his boot, and threw it out, and the sharp knife struck the bones, shattering the old bones.

He wanted to say some more nonsense and abuse, but the corridor was very fast, and at the end, the white bones who were moaning and screaming had just stopped thinking about it.

They didn't seem to be able to get out of this corridor, and they were piled up in the corridor leading to the church, which became the most annoying part of Simeone's journey.

Lightning can knock down any wall here, and the ruins are revealed, and the mess gets a lot of light.

The interior of the church is really a little bit of a different kind of angry people's anger, because there are human flames, bonfires, and even more desperate human eyes in the bonfires.

Simone's carriage moved forward step by step, wheel after wheel, and the bonfires and bony shells could be seen little by little.

And behind the white pillars of one church after another, one after another who had fainted from hunger and was about to become the "thing" of the corpse.

These "things" do not retain the desires of human beings, only because they are bound by chains, and they have no hope of living.

This is also natural, because here, it is famous.

All those who suffer from immortality are here, enjoying the last thoughts of hell on earth.

Passing through the corridor, through the vestibule connected by the corridor, this is the real atrium of the church.

It's still guarded here.

The man in the sergeant's uniform had short white hair and, like Simeone, was one-eyed, but possessed the tall figure of Sinokos. Also, the officer's clothing.

"I'm sorry, you have to stop and get checked." The one-eyed officer didn't have Simone's embarrassing blindfold, his closed left eye and his open right eye seemed to have no connection.

"Chief Noraf! It's me! Simone! Your dear servant. ”

Simone also dismounted, in front of his eyes, the red-blooded one-eyed, Commander Noraf's face was not like words, the new soldier saw his bear-like, and laughed softly, a trace of anger in Simone's eyes was fleeting, but Captain Noraf glanced at the soldier, and said to Simone with an extremely serious attitude: "Simone...... You must be examined...... This is the rule. ”

Noraf walked over to Nocchio's black steed, Simeone's eyes moved forward with Noraf's movements, and Noraf put his hand on the black horse's neck and sighed slowly.

"Chief Noraf!"

Simeone hurried over, lowered his head, leaned up, and said softly with his mouth full of dirty teeth: "As for the little me, I don't love anything on weekdays, but I love to collect some dead people's objects, and go thousands of miles to the battlefield to receive goods, I just want to come to honor and honor you, I don't have much interest, all things, Sir Noraf, you can choose at will!"

Simeone understands that the rules of this Immortal Hall are like this, no matter whether they knew each other before, whether they gave gifts before or not, now, how many levels there are in the Immortal Hall, there will be as many gifts as there will be.

He had given these things to Panabo, and now that he thought about it, there would never be a mistake in giving them to Sinokos and Noraf.

"If you like it, I'll give you this damn horse, it's a little bad for me! What a damn one! ”

Simeone was about to kick it when he kicked it, and Noraf was about to stop it when he lifted it, and Simeone was naturally able to stop it.

"I don't like ...... either" Noraf walked to the side of the black horse, and slowly came to Simone's "baby", the square white cloth was covered with blood, which was naturally the "thing" that Simone collected on the battlefield.

"That's ......" Noraf's eyes focused on the white cloth, and he lifted a horn to see white armor and countless iron tools.

"A good foal is a good master, you also understand, if you give these to the general, I think, the general is also tired, it is not bad to give this horse to the general."

Noraf looked up, looked at Simeone and said, "Of course, I'm just suggesting."

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