Chapter 396: Despair

In the seventh city, Bolton, who had not eaten for seven days, leaned against the wall weakly. He stared blankly at the front. There were piles of rotten meat crawling with maggots. A broken head was thrown there casually. White maggots were crawling in his rotten eye sockets. The air was filled with a disgusting stench.

"Are you going to die? I won't eat human flesh." Feeling that his vitality was quickly dissipating, Bolton smiled, his eyes wandered, and his expression was trance as if he was recalling something beautiful.

"Dong..."

The door of the isolation room opened, and a man holding a gas lamp walked in. When he saw Bolton, who was in good condition, his tone was a little emotional.

"You can go home now. You've passed the test."

After that, two people came in with a stretcher. They took Bolton to a luxurious room, treated his wounds, bathed him, shaved him, fed him milk, jam and a bottle of red potion, and gradually he recovered his strength. Bolton cried and laughed after surviving the disaster. These seven days of hellish experience made him unforgettable for life. In order to survive, he killed four innocent people. He watched them rot in front of him, and even dreamed of his smashed head every night.

"It looks like you've recovered very well."

Bolton turned around and saw Ori standing behind him with various gifts, with a faint smile on his face.

At this time, Bolton reacted. He wanted to try to get up, but when he exerted force, he found that his whole body was warm. He looked down and saw that his festering arm was intact. If it weren't for a faint red mark, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"This is a healing potion, and also a bottle of extraordinary potion. You are lucky to have survived." Ori put the gift in front of Bolton, with a somewhat relieved tone.

"You passed. These are our gifts for you, including 20 gold coins, a set of handmade long skirts, special perfumes from the Madikka Empire, a set of the latest mechanical dolls, and exquisite cream cakes. I heard that you have a good wife, and I think she would be happy to see these."

"Devil, you are all devils. I want to go home." Bolton was a little excited when he heard this. This group of devils are just hypocritical liars.

Seeing that Bolton was about to leave, Ori did not stop him. Instead, he spoke in a low voice.

"Three days ago, the Principality of Asgar blocked the kingdom, so there was panic in the city. Are you sure you don't want to take something back? Aren't you starving your wife and children?"

Bolton stopped when he heard this. He came to the monastery to work just to make a living. He didn't know how his family was doing during the days he disappeared? He thought about it and picked up the gift, and ran out quickly.

Seeing him leave, Ori's expression gradually became indifferent. He looked at the men around him and whispered.

"Those gangs haven't done enough. Do I need to teach them to be evil?"

Hearing this, his eyebrows jumped and he retreated quickly.

On Brown Street, Bolton, who saw the light of day again, looked relieved. He decided to conceal his murder and then stay away from those devils and live with his wife and children. Thinking of this, he touched the gold coins in his pocket and looked a little excited. These gold coins were enough for their expenses for half a year.

But after walking for a while, he found that the people on the whole street were panicking. Everyone lowered their heads and walked quickly, as if something had happened. Bolton, who felt uneasy, quickened his pace. He saw his home from a distance, and saw that his door was wide open, but he didn't see his wife.

Bolton ran over excitedly, but when he saw the scene in the room, he froze in his place, and the gift in his hand fell to the ground. He saw his wife lying in tattered clothes in the middle of the hall, with red blood under her body extremely dazzling. Her head was twisted and looking at the door. Her bloodshot eyes were full of pain and disappointment. This scene stimulated Bolton's nerves. He immediately screamed and ran over.

"No... What happened? No... Who... Who did it..."

"Ah... Mom..."

Just as Bolton picked up the body and wailed and cried in grief, he suddenly heard the screams of a child in the backyard. He was immediately shocked and put down the body and chased after it.

"Ah..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw his child hanging on the tree and screaming for the last time. He saw with his own eyes that his child was split in half by two strong men at the moment he pushed the door. The rustling internal organs and painful eyes made him mentally collapse. The two burly strong men next to the body turned their heads and looked over when they heard the noise.

"Ah... beast."

Witnessing this scene, Bolton was completely crazy. He would not do anything to rush over. The two strong men dropped their long knives and picked up the black wooden sticks beside them to meet him.

"Let's see who will kill him first. It's too fast and boring to use a knife." A strong man said ferociously, and the wooden stick smashed down on Bolton's head while he was speaking. But Bolton was not a vegetarian. He was a man who had fought for life and death. After a fight, he killed two strong men. He was wounded and screamed to the sky, and then fainted because of excessive grief.

Brown Street, Ori, who felt that the time was about right, drew a tick on Bolton's name, and his eyes became extremely creepy.

"My Lord, they are basically all mentally broken. Shall we start the next batch?"

"Well... tell the gangsters, the more extreme they are, the more rewards they will get. The more people die in the Seventh City, the more precious things they will get."

"Yes..."

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away. Ori looked at the list in front of him and laughed with bloodshot eyes. His laughter was extremely heavy, and his five fingers even left five fingerprints on the table.

"The cultists that Lady Adrien mentioned should be me, right? Love... family affection... friendship, how exciting it is to destroy these things with your own hands."

On the best clock tower in the Seventh City, Casca and Gandalf calmly looked at the thick smoke below, and the occasional screams and cries of pain made Gandalf smile.

"Casca, do you say they are ghosts or humans? Once they are not restrained, they are the most terrifying demons."

Casca was silent for a moment after hearing this. He smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, and his expression was a little heavy.

"You use the power of the 'lawful ones' to awaken some people's desires."

"Yes, I only need to awaken the desires of a few ordinary gangsters. Without the constraints of the hermitage, they will release the violence in their hearts without scruples."

After hearing this, Casca looked at Gandalf deeply, "I underestimated Sequence Nine. You have changed a lot recently."

After hearing this, Gandalf said lightly, "Do you know what the fourth stage of Sequence Nine is called? It's called 'The Expelling One'. He can fully master the power of desire and expel the hope and beauty that are possessed without reason."

After hearing this, Casca's expression was slightly thoughtful, and finally he walked down first.

"I'll go back to choose a venue. The machinery you bought should be here soon."

"Hehe, as long as you like it, I have to go see those disobedient little cuties."

Half an hour later, Gandalf, wearing a seagull mask, came to a hidden manor. He pushed open a bookshelf and walked in.

"Ah... Kill me, please kill me." Gandalf just opened the door and heard a scream that shocked him. He walked down gently and saw several naked people hanging on the wall with iron hooks. Their hands and feet were pierced by the iron hooks. Every movement would tear the wounds on their hands and feet. Red blood immediately flowed out and dripped on the ground and turned into a ball of water vapor.

"My lord, you are here." Several members of the hermitage heard the footsteps and looked back. After finding that it was Gandalf, they immediately bowed respectfully.

"Are they spies from those forces?"

Looking at the three men and one woman hooked by the iron hooks, Gandalf spoke indifferently.

"My lord the red mask said that they are from the Hades Palace, the Church of the Sun, the Adventurer's Guild, and the Rose Sect." Hearing this, Gandalf looked at the woman, thought about it, and spoke in a low voice.

"What are the people from the Rose Cult doing here? You also want to share this piece of cake. Even if you can grab it, can you keep it?"

The lady opened her mouth when she heard this, and immediately a large piece of coke came out of her mouth. She spoke unclearly, and every time she spoke, light red blood flowed out of her festering mouth.

"I... passed by."

Gandalf laughed when he heard this, "Then you are unlucky. It is impossible to let you go. Let's give you a quick death." Hearing this, a trace of gratitude appeared in the lady's eyes. Gandalf walked in front of her, hugged her head and twisted it.

"Kacha..." The lady's body softened, and Gandalf clapped his hands and whispered.

"Send it down for burial. The Rose Cult should not be spies."

After saying this, Gandalf walked in front of the man next to him. He picked up a knife and stabbed it into the other's thigh. The unconscious man moved, but his mouth moved but he didn't say anything.

"Forget it, don't ask anymore. If you meet people from the Adventurer's Guild, the Church of the Sun, the Aurora Society, or the Underworld Palace in the future, just kill them. Today, I'll show you the punishment of Sequence Nine." After saying this, a surge of magic power surged from Gandalf's body.

"Nose punishment..."

His faint voice echoed in the room, and three men's noses were cut off out of thin air, and red blood spurted out immediately.

"Ah..." The man who had been tortured almost screamed.

"Eye punishment."

Gandalf continued to speak indifferently.

"Hiss..." His eyeballs suddenly exploded, and the broken tissue of the eyeballs spurted out with blood, splashing everywhere.

"Mouth punishment."

"Ear punishment."

"Heart punishment."

"Lung punishment."

"Liver punishment."

"..."

In less than a moment, the three men were skinned alive into a pool of meat paste. Every time Gandalf said a word, they lost an organ.

"It's boring. I'll share the meat of these extraordinary people with you. I heard it tastes good." Looking at the pile of meat slices at his feet, Gandalf wiped his hands and turned to leave. When several members of the monastery heard this, they looked at the pile of minced meat with green eyes.