I stood quietly in front of the person who was rolling, struggling and groaning because of losing his arm, and the tip of the straight sword lightly slashed across the floor, leaving behind deep white marks one after another. That is a skull I painted. Although the paintings are ugly and the painting style is not domineering, but after being stained with the blood of that person, it looks particularly hideous.

Gently glanced at the other people, each of them was full of warriors, frightened, and even two strands of urine were frightened.

"Hehe, really mob" I sneered and bowed my head slightly.

The man who lost his arm has gradually eased from the severe pain. He opened a pair of horrified eyes, and his body trembled, like a young deer who was about to die, doing his final struggle.

However, how could I let him wish, Naotato slashed his body again, and the other arm was separated instantly.

So, who was still physically strong, struggled again and cried out in pain.

I said coldly: "I welcome you to assassinate me. No matter how despicable the means or how clever the technique, I don’t mind. Just think about it, as long as you kill me, you can regain your freedom. It’s such a huge reward to continue to dominate the fortune, but fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and with reward, there is a price. Once you don’t kill me, the result will become very interesting."

As I said, I cut off the man's foot again, and the moment the blood splashed, aggravated his tumbling struggle, like a Pippi shrimp thrown on the ground to fend for itself.

Next, each of my swords would cut off a part of the person, but would not let the person die, listening to his heart-piercing howls, I let out a faint grin.

To be honest, I don’t like screaming very much. It means despair and death, but I have to laugh. Only when I make them think that I am a bloodthirsty and brutal pervert can I get the most out of their mouths. Real intelligence.

A total of one hundred and two knives were cut, and the man swallowed in extreme pain.

This is the first time I have used such cruel means to kill an enemy, but the effect is surprisingly good.

Needless to say, they began to scramble to disclose information to me, begging me to let them go, and even begging me to give me something happy.

Looking at this chaotic scene, I laughed, and suddenly realized that it is much easier to be a wicked person than to be a good person, especially in this world where the weak and the strong.

The best way to deal with the wicked is to be more ferocious than them, more cruel than them, more powerful than them, more.

Suddenly, I found that my inner desire for strength became more intense, like a greedy fish, sucking the water in the sea to its fullest, and could never be satisfied.

In the next second, the killing intent of the whole body was like an erupting mountain torrent, which wrapped my body through my pores, and it accumulated and became richer.

Looking at the one-centimeter-thin layer of killing intent around my body, slowly flowing, there is an inexplicable sense of refreshment in my heart.

Suddenly, I raised the knife and slashed it fiercely on my arm. This was not my subjective self-harm, but an unspeakable impulse from deep in my heart.

The blood did not splash, it was just like a jelly that was forcibly suppressed by the killing intent on the wound. Then, in the next second, the broken wound was like a blade of grass infused with vitality, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A wound three centimeters long and one centimeter deep has healed within a few breaths.

This healing power seems unfamiliar, but inexplicably familiar, like a friend who has never been known but has a relationship with me, smiling slightly at me.

Slowly raising my head, I couldn't help but smile. Step by step, I approached the few people who were still alive. The tip of the knife made a clear shallow mark on the floor.

"I now give you a chance" I said coldly: "You will tell what you know one by one. If I am satisfied, you can get this opportunity. If I feel very dissatisfied, I will Torture that person to death little by little, and don’t interrupt, don’t interrupt, don’t lie, let me know that even one of them, I will play that person to death little by little, together with that person’s Family, and friends."

After finishing speaking, the tip of the knife pointed at one of them, and I said lightly: "Let's start with you."

That person was one of the people who came to my guild to beat me before. At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had before, but was like a plump fawn praying for a hungry lion to save him.

Naturally, the hungry lion will not leave a way out for the fat little deer. Similarly, I will not leave a way for this person to survive. Whether he is really conscientious, or just a means to survive, in short, he talks too much.

He was also tortured to death by me, but his physical fitness was stronger than that of the previous person, so he was tortured more severely than the previous person.

Then, I used the same technique to torture to death several other adventurers who had threatened my guild.

For some reason, they all just looked at me in despair. Not only did they lack the ability to escape, but they also seemed to lose their ability to self-decision.

Slowly blowing down the blood beads on the tip of the knife, I whispered: "Death is just a result, the result of a soul returning to the embrace of the God of Creation, but its process is different, just like these people , Even if you get to the God of Creation, you will never forget the torment they have suffered at this last moment. If you want to be like them, it is difficult to erase this pain even if you die, although silent, although good nonsense Now, once my knife is swung, it means that your only chance is also lost."

After speaking, I walked slowly to the few people left, and pointed at the tip of the knife: "It's you."

It took most of the night to torture them, and I was very satisfied with the final result, so I gave the president a good time.

Looking at the head of the president rolling down, and not forgetting his horrified eyes and expression before his death, I said lightly: "I said I would give you a chance, but I didn't say it was a chance to let you live."

Then, I broke into every room in this building, checked every blind spot, and arrested all the people who were hiding.

Don't blame me for being cruel, cutting the grass and not eradicating the roots, the evil will last a lifetime, and everyone who can haunt this building is related to this guild.

From the inside out, from top to bottom, even digging three feet into the ground, I finally cleaned up all the living things in the whole building.

I found a relatively clean tablecloth and wiped the blood stains off the knife.

I found a few pockets and packed all the valuables hidden in the basement of the guild. Then I walked out of the guild gate contentedly-there were too many things to hold, so I had to find a helper to move things.

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