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Chapter 6 The God of War's Watching

The prisoners who lived in the cells on the third floor of the underground staged a big show for free this morning - the prison guards who came to collect the bodies had just come down, and then they ran up all over the place with pale faces and panic...



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 from the Norman Empire stationed in the prison, each of those soldiers were fully armed and held weapons.

Long guns, lined up and ran down, each with a solemn expression, the rumble of neat footsteps on the passage on the third floor made all the prisoners in the cells feel angry and did not dare to say a word. Everyone knew that something big happened on the third floor.

, in that "club" where all the most terrifying and perverted scum from the third floor gathered - something happened.

Because the warden appointed by the Norman Empire has personally come to the third floor. The warden is a Norman emperor with a rigid and cold face. He is a captain. Since taking over the prison, the warden has only been here.

Once on the third floor of a prison, the warden walked away with a look of disgust on his face, as if he had stepped on dog shit while wearing expensive alligator boots, and then he never came back.

Today, the warden came again.

Combined with the situation of the prison guards who ran up in panic, it seems that something serious has happened on the third floor.

The prisoners on all three floors became quiet, and each one stretched his head and looked towards the "club".



Zhang Tie just waited quietly in the room. First, he heard the roar of soldiers' anti-riot combat boots stepping neatly on the ground. Then Zhang Tie saw a group of Norman Empire soldiers wearing dark red military uniforms rushing towards him.

Coming over, Zhang Tie then 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.

When he came to the iron gate outside the "club", the captain of the Norman Empire just said with a cold face, "Open!"

"Warden Quinn. This man is very dangerous. There is no need for you to..." Several prison guards nearby wanted to persuade him a few more words, but unexpectedly, the warden with the rank of captain became even more angry.

"I said open it..." The warden's sharp shout made the entire three-story underground passage buzz. "There are no soldiers in the Norman Empire who are afraid of death. This is my prison, this is my territory, no

There is no place I dare not go!”

"Yes!" The prison guards turned pale in shock. They quickly took out their keys and opened the iron door outside the club.

At this time, the warden had been looking at Zhang Tie, who had been looking at him across the two iron doors. Zhang Tie's eyes were very calm. He was neither irritable nor proud, just calm.

The outer door opened, and the warden walked in with his head held high, standing silently in front of the second iron door. Several soldiers followed him and poured in. The soldiers who poured in also carried two portable lamps in their hands.

The horse lantern is used for lighting.

When these two lanterns poured into the small cubicle between the two curtains, the light in the cell became brighter. The bright light illuminated the situation in the "club", and everyone who saw the situation clearly breathed in their hearts.

After taking a breath of air-conditioning, the entire cell, except for Zhang Tie who was standing, was filled with a room full of grotesque corpses on the ground.

This scene is extremely shocking.

To the prison guards who were familiar with the people imprisoned in this room, the scene in front of them was like the corpses of wild wolves in the same place and a pure little lamb standing safe and sound among the wolf corpses.

.It’s so subversive.

The second iron door opened, and the warden was still the first to walk in. More Norman soldiers poured into the cell, surrounded Zhang Tie, and pointed their weapons at Zhang Tie. At this time, there was no one

People also care about the air quality here.

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

"They were discussing how to kill me. The process would be very painful and dishonorable. I didn't want to die like that, so when they did it, in order to survive, I had no choice but to kill them all!"

"You?" The warden's eyes narrowed.

"If you don't believe it, you can think that they committed suicide. Anyway, the guys here are all perverts and lunatics, I don't care!" Zhang Tie spread his hands, "I just think 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 stopped talking. Instead, he took a lantern from the hand of a Norman soldier nearby and walked towards the nearest corpse. That corpse was Malone's. The warden walked to Malone's body.

In front of the corpse, he squatted down and inspected it carefully.

Zhang Tie's kick hit Ma Long's crotch, shattering Ma Long's entire hip and pelvis. Ma Long's head was also smashed. These injuries were easy to identify, and the warden only glanced at them twice.

After that, I roughly understood how Ma Long died last night. The strength of this young man was simply amazing. He could kick someone like Ma Long up from the ground, and his head was smashed on the concrete floor on top of the cell.

, How much strength does this require? But what caught the warden's attention was not these, but the internal organs on Malone's body that had been minced by a terrifying force, and several strange things that appeared on the skin of Malone's belly at this moment.

Chrysanthemum-like dark purple spiral pattern.

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. He even took off his gloves and rubbed them on Malone's belly without being too dirty.

I wiped it on to make sure it was a tattoo or something else.

The warden, whose expression had changed, stood up from Ma Long with a lantern, walked quickly to the other corpse, and looked at the corpse carefully with the lantern. On the neck of the second corpse, there was also something.

A slightly smaller dark purple spiral pattern similar to a chrysanthemum.

On the third corpse, the strange dark purple spiral-shaped chrysanthemum inscription appeared on the hunchback's chest.

When he saw the spiral chrysanthemum pattern on the third corpse, the warden stopped looking down. His heart was filled with anger. He was angry not with Zhang Tie, but with the Military Control Commission of Black Flame City.

Those bastards from the Military Control Commission. 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 favored person of the God of War who practices the Fist of the God of War and has developed dark power. Those bastards actually

Sending such a person to prison? In the Norman Empire, no one who has received the attention of the God of War should be treated like this, because such behavior is simply desecrating the glory of the God of War and challenging the majesty of the imperial royal family.

The emperor of the Norman Empire was also the pope of the Ares Cult. The Ares Cult was the state religion of the Norman Empire and the only belief of the Norman Imperial Army.

In the Norman Empire, the people who can judge these people who are concerned by the God of War are no longer secular courts, but the judgment hall of the Church of the God of War in the Norman Empire. Even during the war, such people have to be tried. There is only judgment.

Only the Judgment Priests of the Hall of Judgment are qualified. In the current Black Flame City, there is no Judgment Priest of the Hall of Judgment. In the entire Iron Horn Legion, there are only five Judgment Priests of the Hall of Judgment. How can those people be so casual?

Appearing in a barren land like Black Flame City.

The ferocity and tyranny of the Iron-Blooded Divine Fist's dark power is that once it is hit by this dark power, this dark power can almost destroy the energy and blood in the body of the person being hit in certain parts and small areas.

After bursting, it seeps out from under the skin, forming this strange dark purple spiral pattern that represents the characteristics of An Jin's power. This pattern cannot be imitated at all, and is formed from the inside out. It is almost the result of Iron Blood An Jin cultivation.

The sign of success.

When the God of War's eyes fall on someone, he will give the "Blood Chrysanthemum" to that person - this is the teaching of the God of War.

He almost made a big mistake, and the captain and warden felt scared. Even if Zhang Tie's strength at the moment could not threaten him, behind Zhang Tie's strength, he represented the traditions and systems of the entire Norman Empire and the Church of the God of War.

, this is what is truly awe-inspiring.

As a bunch of people in the cell watched in astonishment, the warden who was inspecting the body suddenly knelt on the ground of the prison, took out a God of War's talisman from the necklace on his collar, put it to his mouth and kissed it

, then put his hands together and began to mutter to himself.

"Great God of War, please forgive my unintentional sin. I threw a person who was watched by you into this dirty place. The only thing to be thankful for is that your glory is even in such a dirty place.

Nor will I be blasphemed by those filthy people, my Lord is supreme - abhibhavana!"

The guards who had stayed in the prison didn't know what Captain Quinn meant by praying, but the faces of the Norman soldiers surrounding Zhang Tie changed when they heard these words, and they almost couldn't help but

He took a step back and looked at Zhang Tie with a strange expression.

Only at this moment did Zhang Tie realize that no matter how high he thought the Iron-Blooded Fist's status in the Norman Empire was, compared with the facts, it seemed to be somewhat inadequate. Captain Colin said that the Iron-Blooded Divine Fist was used by the Norman Empire's army.

It is called the Fist of the God of War. Once anyone successfully cultivates the Iron-Blooded God Fist, he or she can rise to prominence in the Norman Empire and gain the respect of everyone. This statement seems to be true at all.

The warden who had coldly thrown Zhang Tie into a bunch of perverts and corpse torturers just yesterday, hoping that Zhang Tie would disappear immediately, had already made a 180-degree turn towards Zhang Tie.

"According to the laws of the Norman Empire, any imperial subject who has mastered the dark power of the God of War's Fist will not be qualified to be tried by a secular court. Therefore, please forgive my rudeness yesterday, you are no longer suitable to stay here.

Yes, but the one who arrested you here is the Military Control Commission of Black Flame City. Your crime is also very serious. I can only hand you over to Colonel Leibniz, the current supreme commander of the One-Horn Legion in Black Flame City.

He will decide your fate!" Warden Quinn said to Zhang Tie, and then he ordered the soldiers to put away their weapons, "I remind you that although the Norman Empire gives 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. I am the first promising young man in Black Flame City to practice and support the empire's barbaric trial system. I came here after being framed. I will not run away!" Zhang Tie smiled and showed his face.

With a mouthful of white teeth, he said, "So, can we go out now? The smell here is really not that good!"



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 he were a ghost. Zhang Tie stayed in the "club" all night and came out without even losing a hair.

What's going on? Did all those guys have their consciences discovered?

After Zhang Tie left the third underground floor, a few minutes later, the prison guards pushed piles of dead bodies out of the club on wheelbarrows and told the people in the small cell the answer.

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

The body of the mad dog is on the cart...the body of the hunchback is on the cart...

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



The corpses of all the people in the club on the third floor were carried out on trolleys. Thinking of the boy who didn't lose a single hair, everyone began to feel cold in their hearts. Who can turn these people into corpses?

, is undoubtedly a more powerful person than these people. Many people think that yesterday they regarded that young man as a fat man who had no power to fight back. How could they know that that young man is completely a humanoid monster that eats people without spitting out bones... (

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