The skinners' camp was built on an abandoned square, and even their chiefs built the throne in front of the great statue of the former Emperor, and covered the seats with black and brown fur, the handrails and backrests were covered with bones and teeth, and the round heads on each handrail had a skull, and the skulls of the killed garlics, one by one, were mounted on the horizontal pillars above the entire mold.
The so-called skinning king was just a gang leader in the past, but when famine turned into riots, riots turned into riots, suppression turned into massacres, and eventually the empire completely abandoned the area, he took advantage of the momentum and claimed that he would be the new ruler here - in the name of the emperor.
He even created his own religious theory, that this chaos is the component of the God Emperor for the weak, the real strong will feed on the weak, and when the doomsday comes, he will become the champion of the emperor's choice, and go to the distant stars to participate in the eternal holy war.
But in actual behavior, their goal is only one-
Catch as many living people as possible and feed on them because there is almost no food here, and it is impossible to start any factories due to energy disruptions.
In a sense, everyone is trapped in a dark forest and can only feed on their own kind.
Several huge bonfires were lit up in the square, with metal spears inserted around them, and dismembered human bodies were strung on them. Those who were painted with tattoos on their faces and kept roaring with various weapons were staring at the "meat" greedily. A thick layer of skeletons had been piled up under their feet, both big and small.
On the edge of the square, a circle of walls was simply piled up with various wastes, and even a whistle tower, and heavy weapons were installed.
In the darker corner, there were no sobs and crazy murmuring in the huge iron cage.
The skinners do not keep food in captivity because they don’t have more food themselves, so the food they catch will be consumed in a short time, and then they will continue to hunt.
The King of Skinning sat on the throne with great pride, with two men standing very close.
The first one was a man in his 20s, shaved with a tattoo, one hand was broken, and the other was beaded, holding a heavy book of the National Church "Holy Book" like a lifeline, as if as long as he touched its broken surface, no harm would come to him.
In order to survive, the past priest eventually became a cannibal preacher.
Another one is a young man of similar age, with his hair dyed purple and blue, hanging from his head like tears, human skin hanging on his black cloak, and his hands bent and holding a sniper rifle.
His eyes were always alert to the surroundings. As long as the master gave his order, his bullets would kill anyone trying to challenge authority.
As the number of people eating increased, some lunatics began to appear in the gang. Some said it was a curse, and some said it was a disease, but other than that, they could no longer find a second way to survive.
Without energy, it is even difficult to leave this nest and die.
Perhaps when everyone outside is finished eating, they will have to kill each other.
puff--
Suddenly, in an unaware voice, an invisible blade penetrated a warning tower, and cut the cannibal sitting inside into two.
The first drop of blood fell, and time seemed to have stopped.
The next moment, the whistle tower turned into a pile of unformed pieces at the same time, tipping to the ground, dragging oil and dust, and the screams from inside quickly came out through the torn body.
"Um!?"
In an instant, the skinners' camp boiled, and there were hundreds of them who had never been raided.
Then, the laser gun opened fire, and the cannibals let out a harsh scream, howling like a wolf after the killing.
A contemptuous sneer came from the darkness, and then something jumped down from the edge of the platform as if a whistling shadow.
The panicked cannibals hit the ammunition randomly into the darkness. The bright gunfire made the dazzled eyes worse, making the darkness even more difficult to see through. The people waiting to be slaughtered in the iron cage screamed.
In the chaos, a man cannibal was grabbed into the sky by something huge, and then his spinning limbs and blood splattered on his comrades.
The scream lasted less than a second, the internal organs and limbs fell like rain, and the people shouted, and the spirits were broken due to high fear, and more and more people tried to escape, but no one could escape.
"Don't panic! Don't panic!"
The King of Skin also pulled out the laser pistol he stolen when he was transporting ordnance at a certain armory, pressed the trigger toward the dark shadow passing by the sky, glaring at the besieged cannibal.
Suddenly, something fell in front of him.
It was his sniper, his limbs were folded into a strange posture, his eyes widened, as if he saw something terrible before his death.
In an instant, the fear in the heart of this self-proclaimed king was completely ignited. He heard cheers blooming in the darkness and laughter, each accompanied by the screams of blood splattering.
Just as he turned around and was about to escape, something fell from the sky, smashing his throne and standing in front of him.
When the skinners realized everything they were facing, their eyes widened, their pale faces were stunned-
"No...this..."
A silver-gray giant stood before their eyes, and the death angel badge on its chest was so dazzling.
"Scream, we are here for you."
Meanwhile, the 11th Company soldiers carrying jet packs landed one by one, grabbing the surviving cannibals, with their claws cutting through the bones and tendons like blades passing through water, and their bodies separated from the connection and were torn to pieces.
There was no explosion, no sword tips, no fierce gunfight, only endless shadows, flames pressed down by the shadow, and the claws looming in the shadows, destroying the target like dead leaves in the storm.
"Have you screamed? I guess you've never really screamed."
The man almost lost control of his limbs. The moment the laser gun slipped from his hand, the other party grabbed his chest, and then his five fingers harshly grasped the flesh and clothing inside.
The leader of the cannibal immediately let out a painful panting.
"Do you think you are the master of darkness? Scum, even you are just a pig or dog to be slaughtered."
The giant's hand tighter and the man vomited bleeding.
The giant then turned around and stared at the statue of the emperor covered with skeletons and skulls, and whispered only he could hear.
"Can you see it all?"
As he said that, he suddenly pulled his hand out of the man's chest, bringing out the bones, internal organs and flesh. Some of the splattered blood sprayed on the mottled face of the Emperor's statue, like a line of blood and tears-
Chapter completed!