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- 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 one by one with pale faces and panic ¡
Less than ten minutes after those guys ran up, more people rushed down. This time, there were not only guards in the prison, but also soldiers from the Norman Empire stationed in the prison. Those soldiers were all fully armed and holding Spears, lined up and ran down, each with a solemn expression, and the rumble of neat footsteps on the passageway on the third floor made all the prisoners in the cells so angry that they 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 face and a captain. Since taking over the prison, the warden has only been here. Once on the third floor of a prison, the warden left 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 again.
Today, the warden came again.
Based on the situation of the prison guards who ran up in panic, it seems that something big happened on the third floor.
The prisoners on all three floors became quiet, and each of them stretched his head and looked towards the "club".
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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 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¡¯s no place I dare to go!¡±
"Yes!" The prison guards were so shocked that they turned pale. 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 through the two iron gates. Zhang Tie's eyes were very calm. 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 lanterns in their hands. Used for lighting.
When these two lanterns poured into the small compartment between the two blinds. The light in the cell became brighter, and the bright light illuminated the situation in the "club". Everyone who saw the situation took a breath of air-conditioning in their hearts. In the entire cell, except for Zhang Tie who was standing, on the ground. It was all a roomful of grotesque corpses.
This scene is extremely shocking.
To the prison guard who was familiar with the people imprisoned in this room, the scene in front of him was like the corpse of a wild wolf in the same place and a pure little lamb standing safe and sound among the wolf corpses. . 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, no one cares 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 next to him 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 looked at them. After two glances, he roughly understood how Ma Long died last night. The strength of this young man was so amazing that he could kick someone like Ma Long up from the ground. His head was on the concrete floor on top of the cell. Crash it, how much force does it take? 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, chrysanthemum-like dark purple spiral patterns that appeared on the skin of Malone's body at this moment. .
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 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 Martial Arts Commission bastards. Do they know what kind of person they are sending to prison? A person who has received the attention of the God of War, a person who practices the Fist of the God of War and has developed the potential of the God of War's favor. Those bastards actually sent such a person to prison? In the Norman Empire, no one who is under 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 is also the pope of the Ares Cult. The Ares Cult is the state religion of the Norman Empire and the only belief of the Norman Imperial Army.
In the Norman Empire. The person who can judge these people who are concerned by the God of War is no longer a secular court, 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. Only the Judgment Priests of the Hall of Judgment are qualified. In the current Black Flame City, there is no Judgment Priest of the Judgment Hall. Throughout the Iron Horn Legion. There are only five Judgment Priests in the Hall of Judgment. How could those people just appear in a barren land like Black Flame City?
The ferocity and dominance of the Iron-Blooded Divine Fist's dark power is that once it is hit by this dark power, this dark power can almost remove 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 dark power. This pattern cannot be imitated at all and is formed from the inside out. It is almost a sign of success in Iron Blood Anjin training.
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 frightened. Even if Zhang Tie's strength at the moment cannot threaten him, there is Zhang Tie's strength behind him. It represents the traditions and systems of the entire Norman Empire and the Church of 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 started mumbling 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 took a step back. The look in Zhang Tie's eyes became strange.
At this moment, Zhang Tie realized 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 masters the Iron-Blooded Fist, he or she can rise to prominence in the Norman Empire and gain the respect of everyone. This seems to be true at all.
The warden who coldly threw 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. 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 practiced 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 revealed A mouthful of white teeth, "So, can we go out now? The smell here is really not very good!"
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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? Could it be that every one of those guys had their conscience 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 trolley
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The bodies 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 hair, everyone began to feel cold in their hearts. The person who can turn these people into corpses is undoubtedly a more powerful person than these people. Many people think that yesterday they regarded that boy as a fat man who was unable to fight back. How could they know that that boy was a complete cannibal? A humanoid monster that doesn't spit out bones (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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