Chapter 6 The Gaze of the God of War

The prisoners who lived in the third-floor cells in the basement had a big show for free this morning—the prison guards who came to collect the corpses had just come down, and then all of them paled and panicked and ran up... …

Less than ten minutes after those guys ran up, more people rushed down. This time, not only the guards in the prison, but also the soldiers of the Norman Empire stationed in the prison. Long guns, running down in a line, one by one with stern expressions, the sound of rumbling and orderly footsteps on the passageway on the third floor made all the prisoners in the cell dare not speak out loudly, everyone knew that something big happened on the third floor , in that "club" where all the scariest and most perverted scum on the third floor gathered - something happened.

Because the warden appointed by the Norman Empire has come to the third floor in person. The warden is a soldier of the Norman Empire with a rigid face. He is a captain. Since taking over the prison, the warden has only been to this prison. Once on the third floor, the warden walked away with the disgusted look on his face of stepping on dog shit while wearing expensive alligator boots, and never came again.

Today, the warden came again.

Based on the situation of the few prison guards who ran up in panic just now, it seems that something serious happened on the third floor.

All the prisoners on the third floor fell silent, looking towards the "club" with their heads stretched out one by one.

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Zhang Tie just waited quietly in the room. First, he heard the roar of soldiers' riot boots stepping on the ground neatly. Then Zhang Tie saw a group of Norman Empire soldiers in dark red uniforms rushing forward. come over. Then Zhang Tie saw the prison guards, and the middle-aged man with the rank of captain of the Norman Empire whom he had met once when he came in yesterday.

Came in front of the iron gate outside the "club". The captain of the Norman Empire just said with a cold face, "Open!"

"Director Quinn, this man is very dangerous, you don't need to..." Several prison guards next to him wanted to persuade him a few more words, but they didn't expect to make the prison director with the rank of captain even more angry.

"I said open..." The warden's stern voice shook the entire underground passage on the third floor, "There are no soldiers who are afraid of death in the Norman Empire. This is my prison, and this is my territory. No I dare not go anywhere!"

"Yes!" The prison guards turned pale from the shock, quickly took out their keys, and opened the iron gate outside the club.

At this time, the warden was looking at Zhang Tie who was looking at him through two iron gates. Zhang Tie's eyes were calm, neither irritable nor proud.

Just calm.

The outer door opened. The warden walked in with his head held high, and stood in front of the second iron gate without saying a word. Several soldiers rushed in after him. The soldiers who rushed in also carried two portable lanterns in their hands for lighting. .

When the two lanterns poured into the small compartment between the two curtains, the light in the cell brightened. The bright light illuminated the situation in the "club", and everyone who saw the situation took a deep breath in their hearts. In the entire cell, except for Zhang Tie who was standing, the ground was on the ground. All are a room full of strangely shaped corpses.

This scene is extremely shocking.

For prison guards who are familiar with who is being held in this room. The scene in front of him was like the corpses of wild wolves in the same place and a pure lamb standing unharmed among the corpses of wolves, it was too subversive.

The second iron door opened, and the warden walked in first. More soldiers from the Norman Empire poured into the cell, surrounded Zhang Tie, and aimed their weapons at Zhang Tie. At this time, no one cares about the air quality here.

"What happened here last night?" the prison warden of the Norman Empire asked, staring into Zhang Tie's eyes.

"They discussed how to kill me. The process would be very painful and disgraceful. I don't want to die like that. So, when they do it, in order to survive, I can only kill them all!"

"You?" The warden's eyes narrowed.

"If you don't believe it, you can think they committed suicide. Anyway, the guys here are all perverted and crazy, I don't care!" Zhang Tie spread his hands, "I just feel that as a law-abiding citizen of the Norman Empire , there is no need to lie to the officers of the empire!"

The captain and warden did not speak, but took a lantern from a soldier of the Norman Empire next to him, and walked towards the nearest corpse. That corpse belonged to Malone, and the warden walked to Malone's In front of the corpse, he squatted down and examined it carefully.

Zhang Tie's kick kicked Ma Long's crotch, smashing Ma Long's entire hip and pelvis, and smashing Ma Long's head. These injuries were easy to identify, and the warden only took a look. After that, I understood how Ma Long died last night. The strength of this young man was simply amazing. He kicked a man like Ma Long flying from the ground, and smashed his head on the concrete floor on the top of the cell. , how much force does this require? But it was not these that caught the attention of the warden, but the viscera on Ma Long's corpse that had been shredded by a terrifying force, and the strange, chrysanthemum-like dark purple spiral patterns that appeared on the skin of Ma Long's stomach at this moment .

After seeing the chrysanthemum-like dark purple spiral patterns on Malone's body, the warden was stunned. He blinked again as if he couldn't believe it, and even took off his gloves and put them on Malone's belly. Wiped it to see if it was a tattoo or something.

The warden, whose expression had changed, stood up from Ma Long with a lantern, walked quickly to another corpse, and looked carefully at the corpse with the lantern. On the neck of the second corpse, there was also A slightly smaller dark purple spiral pattern resembling a chrysanthemum.

On the third corpse, the weird dark purple spiral chrysanthemum pattern appeared on the hunchback's chest.

When he saw the spiral chrysanthemum pattern on the third body, the warden didn't look down. His heart was full of anger, and it wasn't Zhang Tie who was angry. It's the military control committee of Heiyan City, those bastards of the military control committee, do they know what kind of person they sent to prison? A person who has received the attention of the God of War, a potential patron of the God of War who has cultivated the Fist of the God of War and has developed a hidden strength, those bastards actually sent such a person to prison? In the Norman Empire, anyone who received the attention of the God of War should not be treated like this, because such behavior was simply blasphemy of the God of War and the majesty of the imperial family.

Emperor of the Norman Empire. At the same time, he is also the Pope of the God of War religion. The God of War religion is the state religion of the Norman Empire and the only belief of the Norman Empire army.

In the Norman Empire, it is no longer a secular court that can judge those who are concerned by the God of War, but the Hall of Judgment of the Church of the God of War in the Norman Empire. Even during the war, only the Judgment Priest of the Temple of Judgment is qualified to judge such a person. In the current Black Flame City, there is no Judgment Priest in the Palace of Judgment at all. In the entire Iron Horn Legion, there are only five Judgment Priests in the Palace of Judgment, and those people would not appear in such a barren place as Black Flame City.

The ferocity and dominance of Iron Blood God Fist's dark energy. It is that once hit by this dark energy, this dark energy can almost explode the blood in the hit person's body in certain parts and in a small area, and then seep out from under the skin, forming this A peculiar dark purple spiral pattern that represents the characteristics of dark energy, this kind of pattern cannot be imitated at all, it is formed from the inside out. It's almost a sign of successful cultivation of iron and blood dark energy.

When the God of War's eyes fall on someone, he will give the "blood chrysanthemum" to whom-this is the teaching of the God of War.

I almost made a big mistake myself. The captain and the warden felt frightened for a while. Even if Zhang Tie's current strength can't threaten him, behind Zhang Tie's strength, it represents the tradition and system of the entire Norman Empire and the Church of God of War, and this is what is truly awe-inspiring.

While a group of people in the cell stared in astonishment, the warden who was inspecting the corpse suddenly knelt down on the prison floor, took out a God of War letter from the necklace on his collar, put it on his lips and kissed it , and then folded his hands together and began to mutter to himself.

"Great God of War, please forgive me for my unintentional sin. I threw a person whom you watched into this dirty place. The only thing to be thankful for is that your glory is even in such a dirty place." Nor will it be profaned by those who are filthy, my lord almighty-bhavana!"

The guards who stayed in the prison didn't know what Captain Quinn's prayer meant, but the soldiers of the Norman Empire surrounding Zhang Tie changed their expressions when they heard these words, and they almost couldn't help but cry. Take a step back. The look in Zhang Tie's eyes became strange.

Only now did Zhang Tie realize that no matter how high he thought the Iron-Blooded Fist was in the Norman Empire, it seemed to be somewhat insufficient compared with the facts. It is called the Fist of the God of War. Once anyone has successfully cultivated the Iron-Blood God Fist, he will be able to rise to the top in the Norman Empire and gain the respect of everyone. This seems to be true at all.

The warden who had coldly thrown Zhang Tie into a bunch of perverts and necromancers yesterday, wishing Zhang Tie would disappear immediately, had taken a 180-degree turn in his attitude towards Zhang Tie.

"According to the laws of the Norman Empire, any imperial subject who has practiced the dark power of the Fist of the God of War is not qualified to judge him again in a secular court, so please forgive my rudeness yesterday, you are no longer fit to stay here Yes, but it was the military control committee of Heiyan City who brought you here, and your crimes are very serious. I can only hand you over to Colonel Leibniz, the current supreme commander of the Unicorn Army in Heiyan City. He will decide your fate!" Warden Quinn said to Zhang Tie, and then he ordered the soldiers to put away their weapons, "Let me remind you that although the Norman Empire granted some privileges to those who have successfully cultivated the Fist of the God of War, But if you want to escape, I don't mind giving you a little pain!"

"I am a law-abiding citizen of the empire. Heiyan City was the first promising young man to practice and support the empire's barbaric trial system. I came here only after being framed. I will not run away!" Zhang Tie smiled, revealing He gritted his white teeth, "So, can we go out now, the taste here is really not very good!"

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When Zhang Tie walked on the passage on the third floor again, the people in the cells next to the passage looked at him as if they were watching a ghost. Zhang Tie stayed in the "club" all night and came out without losing a single hair. What's the matter? Have all those guys found out with conscience?

After Zhang Tie left the third basement floor, a few minutes later, the prison guards pushed piles of dead bodies out of the club with a wheelbarrow and told the answer to the person in the small cell.

The body of Warcraft Malone is on the trolley...

The mad dog's body is on the cart... the hunchback's body is on the cart...

The body of the vampire Jack is on the cart...

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The bodies of all the people in the club on the third floor were brought out with a small cart. Thinking of the boy who didn't lose a single hair, everyone's heart began to turn cold. Those who can turn these people into corpses are undoubtedly more powerful than these people. Many people think that they still regarded that young man as a fat piece of fat that could not fight back yesterday. How could they know that that young man was a cannibal? A humanoid monster that doesn't spit out bones... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read. )