Chapter 375 Massacre

I stood quietly in front of the man who was rolling and struggling and moaning because he lost his arm. The tip of the Naotai sword gently scratched the floor, leaving deep white marks one after another. That was a skull I drew. , although the picture is ugly and the painting style is not domineering, but after being stained with the blood flowing from that person, it looks particularly ferocious.

Glancing at the others, I saw that every one of them was trembling with fear, and there were even some who were so frightened that smelly urine leaked out from between their buttocks.

"Haha, they are really a mob." I sneered and lowered my head slightly.

The man who lost his arm had gradually eased from the severe pain. He opened his eyes with fear and his body trembled, like a dying deer making its last struggle.

However, how could I let him get what he wanted? The Naotachi slashed across his body again, and the other arm was separated in an instant.

So, still having physical strength, he struggled and cried out in pain again.

I said coldly: "I welcome you to assassinate me. No matter how despicable the method is or how clever the method is, I don't mind. Think about it, as long as you kill me, you can regain your freedom. That's it." Continuing to dominate and bring blessings is such a great reward. However, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. With rewards, there must be a price. Once you don't kill me, the results will become very interesting."

As I said that, I cut off one of the man's feet, and the moment the blood spattered, his rolling and struggling intensified, like a shrimp that was left to fend for itself on the ground.

Next, every knife I struck would cut off a part of the man, but would not let him die. Listening to his heart-rending screams, I let out a faint smile.

To be honest, I don't like screaming, it means despair and death, but I have to laugh evilly. Only by making them think that I am a bloodthirsty and cruel pervert can I be most likely to get the most out of their mouths. Real information.

After a total of one hundred and two cuts, the man died in extreme pain.

This is the first time I have used such a cruel method to kill an enemy, but the effect is surprisingly good.

Needless to say, they began to rush to reveal information to me, begging me to let them go, and some even just begged me to give them a good time.

Looking at this chaotic scene, I smiled, and suddenly realized that it is much easier to be an evil person than a good person, especially in this world where the jungle is strong.

The best way to deal with evil people is to be more vicious than them, more cruel than them, and more powerful than them.

Suddenly, I found that the desire for strength in my heart became more intense, like a greedy fish sucking the water in the sea to its heart's content and never being satisfied.

The next second, the killing intent around me was like an erupting mountain torrent, passing through my pores and wrapping around my body, becoming more and more intense as it accumulated.

Looking at the one-centimetre-thick layer of murderous intent flowing slowly around my body, I felt an inexplicable feeling of relief deep in my heart.

Suddenly, I raised the knife and slashed my arm hard. This was not a subjective act of self-mutilation, but an indescribable impulse from deep within my heart.

The blood did not spatter, it was just like jelly that the killing intention was forcibly suppressed at the wound. Then, the next second, the broken wound was like a blade of grass injected with vitality, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A wound that was three centimeters long and one centimeter deep healed within a few breaths.

This healing power seems strange, but somehow feels familiar, like a friend whom I have never known but have met once before, smiling slightly at me.

Slowly raising my head, I couldn't help but smile. Step by step, I approached the few people who were still alive. The tip of the knife drew a clear shallow mark on the floor.

"I will give you a chance now," I said coldly: "One by one, you will tell me everything you know. If I am satisfied, you can get this opportunity. If I feel very dissatisfied, I will Torture that person bit by bit until death, and don’t interrupt, interrupt, or lie. Let me know even one of them, and I will torture that person bit by bit until death, along with that person’s Family, and friends.”

After saying that, I pointed the tip of the knife at one of them and said calmly: "Let's start with you."

That man was one of the people who came to my guild to beat me up before. At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had before, but instead looked like a plump deer praying for a hungry lion to spare his life.

Naturally, a hungry lion will not leave a way for a plump deer to survive. Similarly, I will not leave a way for this person to survive. No matter whether he is really conscientious or just a means of survival, in short, he talks too much nonsense.

He was also tortured to death by me with one knife after another. However, his physical quality was stronger than that of the previous person, so the extent of his torture was also more severe than that of the previous person.

Then, I used the same technique to torture to death several other adventurers who came to threaten my guild.

For some reason, they all just looked at me in despair. Not only did they not have the ability to escape, they even seemed to have lost the ability to commit suicide.

Slowly blowing off the blood drops from the tip of the knife, I whispered: "Death is just a result, the result of a soul returning to the embrace of the God of Creation, but its process is different, just like these people Even if you go to the God of Creation, you will never forget this last moment and all the suffering they suffered. If you want to be like them, even if you die, you can't erase this pain, no matter how silent you are, no matter how much nonsense you say. Once my sword is waved, it means that your only chance has been lost."

After saying that, I slowly walked up to the few remaining people and pointed the tip of my knife: "It's your turn."

It took most of the night to torture them. I was very satisfied with the final result, so I gave the president a happy ending.

Looking at the president's falling head, and not forgetting his shocked eyes and expression before he died, I said calmly: "I said I would give you a chance, but I didn't say I would give you a chance to live."

Then, I broke into every room in the building, checked every blind corner, and caught all the people hiding and dealt with them.

Don't blame me for being cruel, cutting the grass without eradicating the roots, causing harm to the whole life. Moreover, everyone who can hang out in this building is related to this guild.

From the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, and even digging three feet into the ground, I finally dealt with all the living things in the whole building.

I found a relatively clean tablecloth and wiped the blood stains on the knife.

I searched a few pockets and packed all the valuable things hidden in the guild basement, and then I walked out of the guild door with satisfaction - there were too many things to carry, so I had to find helpers to move them.