The man smiled and said, "Do you know? The feeling of punishing heresy is really very, very beautiful... This must be a reward from God, how could it be a devil's song."
"...hereth?!" Wei Jieer felt unbelievable about the man's answer, "If the tragedy in the Seven Towns could be blamed on the former Silver Rose Gong who issued the order to kill. Then what you are killing now is the people of the empire!"
Wei Jie'er bit her lips and felt full of anger, but she was still calm in her heart. These veterans are best at group battles. She, who was from the Young Dragon Academy, certainly knew the power of these veterans of hundreds of wars. Especially if the corpse-breaking demon in front of her was really the person she was worried about, the other sheriffs would not be able to help at all, so she might as well drag the corpse-breaking demon herself and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.
"Hehe... the people of the empire?" The corpse-breaking demon twisted his neck, bent into a strange curve and creaked.
He showed a twisted laughter that was changed by magic: "Haha... we fought bloody on the front line of the empire, and our comrades' heads were cut down by black monsters. But you told us that the monsters we killed were the same thing as the people of the empire we wanted to protect?! Don't joke!"
The corpse-breaking demon opened his hands and angrily showed Wei Jie'er the hell he had made in front of him and behind him--
"Look! These disgusting, dirty, dark, and completely unfaithful monsters are no more like humans!? Look! I give them death! Give them bright colors! Let their souls return to gods! They should thank me for-"
"Shut up! You demon!" Wei Jie'er could no longer hold it back. She angrily turned into a flowing flame and stabbed the corpse-breaking demon with a sword.
The howling flame sword was swung by the corpse demon and bounced away casually. The bursting fire arc at the junction of the sword and axe tore open the snow layer and hissed.
"Demon? Who are you talking about?" The corpse-breaking demon shook his head helplessly-
A cool laughter appeared: "I am a warrior of God!"
The axe blade in the corpse-breaking demon's hand came from bottom to top, and was extremely fiercely thrusting towards Wei Jie'er's head.
After the battle, Virgil held his breath and condensed his breath without saying a word. Facing the blood-red logging axe that was attacking, Wei Jie'er retreated and moved in and avoided her!
"Die!" The imperial non-commissioned officer swordsmanship inherited from the Dragon Academy since childhood, and with absolute ruthlessness, he slashed the head of the corpse-breaking demon without hesitation.
"Does the Imperial Army use swordsmanship..." The corpse-breaking demon waved the axe handle in his hand and swung the sword. The next moment, the battle axe in his hand had already slashed hard at Wei Jie'er's right shoulder with a thunderous force!
The snow layer exploded under Wei Jie'er's feet, and the red stream turned into thrust, and Wei Jie'er instantly jumped out of the attack range of the axe.
"Is it a disadvantage when we test each other..." Wei Jie'er looked solemn and was not feeling relaxed. Since the other party was a veteran of the Seven Towns, he should have entered the old age and his strength is no longer at the peak, but he can still easily block Wei Jie'er's sword with brute force alone. This shows-
"Sword and shield soldiers...or heavy infantry..."
He was very strong and good at using battle axe. His tall figure allowed Wei Jieer to draw a conclusion in an instant.
"Go to the fullest!" Liu Yan exploded under his feet, and the magic of the flame turned into an explosion to accelerate Virgil's movements. At several times the speed just now, Wei Jie'er's whole body burned with golden flames and slashed at the corpse-breaking demon with one sword!
"Fire Escape! Flow Flame Slashing Type!" Wei Jie'er's long hair was instantly red, and her golden pupils were filled with orange-red fire. She loudly declared the name of her sword technique. With her self-suggestion, the power of the flame sword technique in her hand was instantly pushed to the top!
Since your power is not as good as it is, then use your magic sword skills to crush you!
"Liuyan Slash·Big Cross Slash!"
The flames of Wei Jie'er surged again, and the gushing fire roared in the flames. The snow layer under Wei Jie'er's feet was instantly burned through, and the next moment, the exposed stone bricks began to melt.
Like the Fox of Flame, the long sword of the flowing fire in Wei Jie'er's hand turned into a thousand pounds, like a storm of flames, overwhelmingly pressing down on the corpse-breaking demon in front of her!
The corpse-breaking demon stopped in place and stared blankly at Wei Jie'er who suddenly appeared in front of him, as if she had been scared.
Wei Jie'er is confident that no one can take on her move completely - under the initial stage of truth, absolutely nothing!
"Ha..." Suddenly, the seemingly frightened corpse demon suddenly sneered.
The long sword of Liuhuo hit the ground hard.
With the sword intent, the magic of flames was injected into the bluestone on the ground, the road surface exploded and corpses splashed, and the snow layer turned into hot water vapor and expanded instantly.
Wei Jie'er, who was steaming under the white mist, suddenly took a step back, her face full of disbelief-
“…This is impossible…”
"There is nothing impossible." The corpse-breaking demon was quite helpless in his tone. After seeing the swaying sword skills easily broken, Wei Jie'er shook her head and said, "I originally wanted to see your sword skills, but I used this flashy witchcraft trick. Are the sword skills generations now becoming less and worse than the next generation..."
Axe led the way to half of Kunchil's axe handle and turned into coke. It can be seen that it was about to be burned off, but even such a logging axe that was not even a weapon, went up against the high-temperature flame, and led Kunchil into a slant and slashed on the ground at his feet.
Wei Jie'er gritted her teeth and raised her sword again: "You have no weapons anymore, so it depends on what you-"
Before he finished speaking, Wei Jie'er was punched heavily in the face: "Cough!"
"Does the Imperial Army use swordsmanship..." The corpse-breaking demon looked at the golden and red sword that he grabbed from his hand and smiled, "I am a hundred times more familiar with this swordsmanship than you. How could you win me?"
"Impossible..." Wei Jie'er held her right hand with her big thumb, and wanted to retreat in a mess, but was stepped on her left foot: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The corpse-breaking demon slowly cut a hole in Wei Jie'er's left hand, then the left shoulder, right rib, right abdomen, left leg...
The girl was cut into a bloody man bit by bit, and the corpse-breaking demon rubbed her shoulders. Looking at the dying girl, it felt almost the same.
He likes to do this. Although slaughtering a large number of humans in one go would also make him extremely excited, in contrast, torture a creature with strong vitality, listening to the human body that slowly began to no human shape, feeling the panting caused by the torn muscle fibers when the fingertips were passed through the sword blade, the moment they were cut, there was nothing more wonderful than this.
This is simply art.
Of course, it would be even better if no one came to disturb him when he was creating art.
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The corpse-breaking demon gave up the abuse object under his feet. At the critical moment, he turned around and blocked the silent blade behind his back, stabbing him in the back of his heart.
"Cut, didn't hit it..." Galter cut, and then rushed up again, which looked like a black crow.
Compared to the corpse-breaking demon, the short blade in his hand was shorter, and after one touch, Galter had already felt that the other party was at least a high-level warrior like him.
Galter's height can only be said to be average, and his body is thin. Compared with the power contained in the other party's tall body, it is certainly impossible to discuss with him, but his years of fighting experience in Wenning District made Galter rush up without blinking, fighting the corpse-breaking demon that he is best at!
Faced with the corpse-breaking demon, he decisively gave up Kunchil's elbow, Galter held his right hand and raised his head, almost avoiding the heavy blow. At the same time, the short blade in his left hand swung to the corpse-breaking demon's armpit, but was stopped by the opponent's left hand.
Faced with the entanglement of the corpse-breaking demon, Galt lifted his knee and pushed hard toward the short-blade hilt of his right hand, but was instantly tripped by the corpse-breaking demon. He didn't even think about it. Using the wrists and legs of the corpse-breaking demon as the fulcrum, Galt rubbed his body, turned from the crow and turned the python, and slammed the other party's body tightly, tripping the corpse-breaking demon to the ground.
The two people who were rolling in a ball fought several times on the ground, fighting life and death. Logically speaking, in this kind of wrestling-like struggle, the strong man had the advantage, but the corpse-breaking demon suddenly discovered that for some reason, facing the other party who was slippery like an earthworm, he was full of energy but couldn't use it. Even his neck was strangled by the other party from behind with his elbow.
This is the first time in the past three months that the corpse-breaking demon has encountered such a life-and-death juncture. Although he likes to kill people, he has no hobby of being killed. The battlefield instinct that has been hidden in his body for many years has revived again.
The corpse-breaking demon, hiding under the mask, opened his eyes angrily, roared, and forced himself to stand up because of the suffocation of his face, but he still stood up, rushed towards the wall, and knocked his back with all his strength.
One, two, three times, Galter behind the corpse-breaking demon finally let go of his hand and fell down.
Galter's face was covered in blood, and blood foam kept spraying out of his mouth. He was still conscious, his black eyes were full of anger and unyielding, but he could not even speak, so he was powerless to do anything to the corpse-breaking demon.
The corpse-breaking demon touched his neck, and he could finally breathe. Seeing the man who almost killed him, he couldn't help but get angry. He raised his left leg and stomped on Galter's head.
"Click!" Galter's arms crossed and blocked his face were both broken.
"Mm!" The gang leader, who was as dark as a crow, couldn't help but groan.
The corpse-breaking demon raised his foot again without stopping, intending to completely solve the problem, but a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart-
He tilted his head suddenly—
"bump!"
A very shallow bullet hole had already exploded on the wall next to the devil's face.
"Around him! Don't let him run away!"
A large group of warriors wearing black robes and long boots rushed out from the corner of the street. Middle, who was riding on the horse, took off his glasses and held a long musket in his hand. It was the bullet it fired just now that it saved Galter's life.
"Hmph...has it done here..."
The corpse-breaking demon saw Middle dropping the musket in his hand and picking up a new one from the horse's belly. Realizing that it was impossible, he suddenly turned around and rushed into the distance.
Middle fired another shot, but was also avoided by the monster-like corpse demon. This time, as soon as he avoided Middle's cold gun, the corpse demon immediately jumped, climbed onto the wall, and disappeared on the eaves in a blink of an eye.