Destruction, violence, killing.

Swing your sword.

The blade slashed through the air, and the sound it made was not a crisp cut, but a terrible, heavy muffled sound like a monster's howl. This is because the person wielding it did not use it as a sword.

He is striking the enemy with the body of his sword.

The flat face of the sword landed heavily on the chest and abdomen of a woman in a black robe, knocking her flying.

The sound of bones breaking could be heard in the air, and she screamed and lay on the ground, as if she couldn't breathe. But the murderer did not care, he calmly and indifferently walked up to her, reached out his right hand like lightning, and grabbed her tongue.

Then he pulled it out, and blood gushed out and landed on the grass, causing them all to bend over. Beads of scarlet blood mixed with the dew and slipped silently into the dirt.

In a faint wail, Carlil stared thoughtfully at the black eight-pointed star mark in the center of his tongue and shook his head slowly.

Nukeriyah, a world without much religion. Most people are just practicing primitive ancestor worship, even the slave owners.

And Carlil felt that the biggest reason why they didn't establish a religion was probably simply because they no longer needed a means to better oppress others.

They themselves are the greatest oppressors. In this case, it is naturally nonsense to want them to take the lead in believing in a certain deity.

And this mark.

He lowered his head, pulled open the cloth bag around his waist, and threw his tongue, which was still stained with blood, into it.

This is the one hundred and seventy-two, and before this woman there had been one hundred and seventy-one people who had been coldly murdered by the Karils on Nukaria, and they all had this black mark on their tongues.

So, who are these people?

Carlil let go of his hand, and the haphazard psychic sword slipped and scattered in the air in half a second. Then he gazed at the woman who was wailing in fear and pain, and her sanity began to crumble just by looking at her.

The trees are silent, and the breeze blows by, rustling their leaves. The smell of grass and earth came from not far away, and some small wild animals stayed in the grass and watched the scene curiously.

It's all wonderful, if you ignore the woman who is bleeding.

And the miserable white giant staring at her.

"You're the one hundred and seventy-second, ma'am." Carlil said softly.

"I've traveled all over Nukeria in two days, your souls are broken, and I can't see much, but I'm able to locate you by some kind of clue. However, there is one question that I have never been able to answer. ”

The woman looked at him in fear, and a whimper came from her throat, like a pleading, like a justification.

Carlil listened patiently for a moment, then shook his head.

"Nope." His tone remained gentle. "I don't want to know who you really are, I just want to know why you were able to use psionic spells to control the Butcher's Nail for a short time. And why he used psionic spells in the Colosseum of Daishea on that day to briefly stop the attack of the Ultramarines. ”

The woman straightened up crying, raised her bloodied hand, and tried to grab Carlil's trouser leg and beg for his forgiveness, but he took a step back.

"Are you begging me for forgiveness?" He asked softly.

The woman nodded quickly, blood of despair spilling from deep down her throat, she had lost the ability to speak and think, her whole heart clenched tightly with fear.

In just two days, her companions were dead, and the flame of their lives was fading one by one in the horizon of inspiration, all by the giant in front of her.

However, it wasn't because of this that she feared him.

She could vaguely see what was beneath the man's skin—in her vision, standing here was not a giant with pale skin and dark eyes. Rather, a monster in human skin.

As soon as he spoke, black flames erupted from his fang-covered mouth. Every time he stared, thunder and lightning swept through the hollow sockets of his skin. His voice was low and terrifying, like the echoes of the dead, the howls of the ghosts.

He just showed up, and he was on the verge of driving women crazy.

Carlil smiled.

"Why do you ask me for forgiveness?" He asked softly. "There are six Ultramarines and forty-three gladiators who died because of your spells, and the vengeful spirits didn't find you that day, so I came."

He crouched down and sighed softly.

"Do you understand what that means?" He asked.

The woman didn't answer, just cried and whimpered. Carlil lifted his hand and slowly pinched her cheek, letting the tears gather little by little on the fingers that were in contact with her cheek. The tears are warm, no different from ordinary people.

He shook his hand away in disgust.

"What's the use of crying?" He asked coldly. "Quite a few of you were there that day, why? Is it because you plan to hide from the attack of the Ultramarines in the crowded arena? Or was it because of their attack that they interrupted something you were doing? ”

The woman's eyes widened in horror.

"Yes." The monster in her eyes spewed black flames, and the voices of the dead pronounced her sentence. "I know what you were trying to do, and I know that you ran away because of my arrival."

The monster reached out its right paw again, grabbed her head, and slowly squeezed it. The woman screamed, and the struggle before death was so violent.

"Shh Carlil stared at her and said. "Don't struggle anymore, rest in peace."

He clenched his right fist.

——

"According to today's examination, Lord Angeland's physical condition has fully recovered, but he should consume a lot of nutrients in the next six months. In addition, the research on the butcher's nail has also been fruited for the time being, the original body. We dissected the bodies of the victims in Daishea's lab."

Valentus Dollo paused, looking a little hesitant. His original looked up from the pile of papers and glanced at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Combined with Master Angeland's inspection report, his condition is not optimistic." Dollo said.

He was silent for a moment again, and Killiman leaned back, reclining in his chair and sighing.

"The strongest of the mortal people can only install one butcher's nail, but your brother has been branded with sixteen. What's worse is that they're already connected."

"With the current medical technology, if we want to remove the butcher's nails, we have to completely pull out the spikes that are densely packed around his spine and brain."

Killiman pursed his lips and took Valentus Dorlo's words: "And this thing is impossible. ”

"Theoretically," Dollo bowed his head reluctantly. "We can."

"But what about the actual operation?"

"Nope." Said the Ultramarine. "The self-healing ability of the original body has completely connected his flesh and blood to those things, and we must even dissect his whole person to remove the butcher's nail."

Robert Killiman closed his eyes, turned his head and muttered a muttered muffled makulag slang that was no different from swearing.

After a long time, he spoke again: "In other words, the thing has become completely one with him?" Do you have any more bad news, Dorlo? Tell me all the same, and I'll tell him all this afternoon. ”

"Yes, Protophyll."

"Then say." Kiriman calmly tapped on the table. "It's okay, sooner or later we'll find a way to get that thing out of him once and for all."

"Your brother, with a psionic gift." Dollo said slowly. The think tanks confirmed this, and he himself mentioned it in the conversation. He can sense our emotions and dispel some of them in some way. ”

"However, the Butcher's Nail is a psionic surgical implant. It is powered not only by the lives of its victims, but also by psionic energy. The evidence is as follows. ”

"Your brother was uncomfortable with the presence of the Think Tank, and the Butcher's Nail briefly came alive in the process. Moreover, when he uses his talents to think, or to produce emotional activities similar to happiness, he will also make the nail active for a short time. ”

Killiman dropped the quill pen, clenched his right fist, and placed it under his nose. He looked thoughtfully at the table and shook his head.

"You mean, if he continues to use his talents in the future. That nail is likely to make a comeback? ”

"This possibility is not ruled out, the original. But they had lost their ability to drill and could only cause him pain. ”

"You say they're psionic or active, but why do they hurt him when he thinks?"

"We don't know how it works." Dollo said frustratedly. "After we discussed it, we could only guess that it should have some kind of underlying logic, and it would only allow the victim to become a bloodthirsty person who has no ability to think."

Robert Killiman sighed slowly, he picked up his quill, and shook his head not without complaint: "You've brought me bad news these last few days, Dorlo"

"I'm sorry, Primordial."

"What apologies?" Killiman looked up in dismay, but the frustration in his heart dissipated the moment he saw Dorlo's depressed expression.

"It's fine." He whispered comfort. "We'll find a way."

A few minutes later, Valentus Dollo left his original study. Robert Killiman continued his work of correcting the paperwork, seemingly calmly writing and drawing on the paperwork, but a question quietly rose in his mind.

- Karil Lohals is undoubtedly a psyker as well.

Why, then, did his brother not feel pain when he stood by Angrand's side?

“.”

Kiriman had no answer.

Update complete.

On the last day of the month at the end of this month, I may take a leave of absence to adjust, but when it was put on the shelves, it was even more fierce, and it was a bit difficult to top. The main thing is to ensure quality, if you write too fast, the rhythm is easy to collapse.

And the one who said I'll take it off the shelves and do it again, you kid

(End of chapter)