Overturned Tower

Those mercenaries are all veterans who have survived the most brutal fighting and conspiracies.

Perhaps the psychic red shift level is not high enough, but their rich combat experience is unquestionable.

When they felt the murderous intention suddenly emerging from the godfather, the mercenaries had an almost unanimous reaction in an instant——

They inserted chips of different sizes and colors into the interfaces of their prosthetics.

Like a lighter catching fire in the wind.

The unstable inner fire, which seemed to be extinguished at any time, ignited from the bottom of their pupils.

But not before they take action.

"--listen."

An invisible pressure burst out from the godfather, but they were instantly crushed to the ground!

The chips that had just been inserted into the prosthetic body burst into flames one by one and became ineffective instantly.

And the prosthetic body that they had inserted the chip began to slowly smoke and gradually heated up.

Everyone fell to their knees on the ground...the intense fear from their hearts made them unable to even move their fingers.

But what frightened them the most was... the fear and fear that was poured into their hearts.

It was like being under a dark canyon, with an emotionless eye opening above the crimson sky.

In front of it, "self" seems to become small.

And with the weakening of "self" - with that sense of fear, their own psychic abilities are very obviously suppressed.

The ember-like red light crackling from the bottom of the godfather's pupils reminds people of the legendary dragon.

The godfather's exposed skin gradually cracked, and scorching hot light overflowed from it - dark golden cracks like tree roots and ice-cracked porcelain appeared on the skin on the side of the godfather's heart, spreading from the left side of his neck. to the cheek.

And the hair ring on his long dark blue ponytail also spontaneously ignited and cracked.

The long dark blue hair moved automatically without wind, floating behind the godfather.

Just by looking at him, you can truly feel the overwhelming "anger".

But the godfather did not roar, had no anger, did not even clench his fists, and his expression was not ferocious at all.

Because the anger is not directed at them...

It was the fire of anger that burned in the bones.

——It is the flame named "Wrathful".

It's like being up close and personal with a furnace.

The skin is parched, the eyeballs are hot, and breathing is as painful as swallowing molten iron.

In the dark and lightless downtown area, it seemed as if a dark red sun was slowly rising.

Although he has not yet truly inherited the spells of the "Melting Pot" school, it is only a week away from arriving at the area where the strangled mentor is.

During this month's adventure in the dream world, the power that the barber had accumulated was completely different from a month ago.

Strangler calls him the most talented mage he has ever come into contact with.

The barber who only learned the spell for three days was able to successfully arouse "anger".

So, under the careful guidance of Strangler, the barber who studied magic for a whole month...

Will it really be as weak and weak as it was when the mages gathered a month ago?

"It seems that my forgiveness and kindness have given you the capital to resist me."

The godfather's deep voice became hoarse.

He looked down at the mercenaries who were kneeling on the ground.

He walked over slowly and gently stroked the greasy hair of the big mercenary.

The bear-eared mercenary was like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"It shouldn't be like this."

The godfather sighed slowly: “But now it seems that necessary sacrifices are needed.

"Foolish people do not know good and evil. Only charcoal can prove the existence of fire...

"It just so happens that 'your godfather' has not killed the Uncoded by his own will. This is the first time... Thank you for your support and sponsorship."

As he spoke, he slowly grabbed the mercenary's hair, slowly tightened his long, calloused, and powerful fingers, and lifted the mercenary's drooped head.

The godfather looked into his frightened eyes.

The pupils that reflected the firelight no longer had the slightest courage as before.

"I heard a saying once, sir."

His hoarse and low voice, like burnt steel, slowly sounded: "When killing someone, you must look into the other person's eyes.

"If there is even the slightest hesitation, you should not take action."

After a brief pause.

Dark red, ember-like flames suddenly flowed out from the godfather's fingers.

——It was poured into the body of the bear-eared mercenary like molten iron!

He let out a shrill scream, and his body tried to struggle, but could not move at all.

The prosthetic body on his right hand looked like it had been cut by a chainsaw - a golden stream of light bloomed in the flames, and countless sparks exploded like fireworks.

The execution lasted about ten seconds.

When the dark red flames dissipated, the man's body was covered with dark golden cracks like those on the godfather's neck.

At first glance, it looked like countless "eyes" were opened on the charred body.

"——It seems I didn't."

The godfather said softly.

He pushed the man away casually.

The strong mercenary who was kneeling on the ground slipped and collapsed - when he fell to the ground, he broke into three or four pieces. The cross section still glows with a dark golden color. And they are gradually extinguishing, turning red, then dark red.

...It's still not as powerful as the strangulation spell.

He sighed in his heart.

But also because of the difference between him and Strangler, the spells obtained by the two are also slightly different:

The godfather stretched out his hand towards the feline man with ears like a leopard.

Dark red flames spread out from his right hand, like vines, tentacles, or chains.

It opened in front of the man's face, lying on the man's cheek like a starfish made of flames.

With vague screams, he was dragged on the ground and pulled to the godfather.

He lay on the ground, looking up at his godfather with tears in his eyes and full of fear.

"I will spare your life."

The godfather looked down at him and said slowly.

Hearing this, the man was filled with fear and confusion.

...What is he going to do?

But then, the godfather’s husky voice spoke: “And I will give you...power.

"Call me godfather first."

"...teacher, godfather..."

The man hoarse, making a sound distorted by pain.

"good."

The corners of the godfather's mouth raised slightly: "My godson. You are a person of the Veil of Ignorance, right.

"In that case... come play a game with me, Veil of Ignorance style. That's what your leader likes."

The atmosphere on the field was extremely depressing, with only the painful sobbing and wailing of the man, and the crackling sounds left by the remains of the Bear-Ear mercenary.

Bigger and Lone Wolf looked at the godfather at this moment, the fear and consternation in their eyes could not be suppressed at all.

It was also the first time that they knew that the good old man who always narrowed his eyes and talked and laughed with them... would actually become so terrifying once he got angry.

"There are eight of you. Apart from you and the big guy, there are six left.

"I won't ask whose order you followed to find trouble. But I want you to point out the person [other than you] who is closest and most familiar with the murderer behind the scenes. If others have no objection to your identification... ...If more than half of the six people agree with this result, I will kill that person. The rest of you can survive.

"And if more than half of the people raise objections, I will kill you and ask someone else."

The godfather's eyes were as crimson as embers, wide open, without any emotion in them.

Those pupils were like a portal - endless anger turned into flowing fire, continuously coming from the other end of the pupils.

"The time has come to test your tacit understanding...and 'loyalty'."

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