Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

When Milin put the weird triangular metal head on his head, Attila who was standing aside almost couldn't help but pull out his weapon and slash at Milin.

To be precise, if Milin hadn't taken out the triangular head with one hand and put it on, the other hand was still holding Attila's arm. Attila would have lit up the evil light sword and slashed at Milin. It's past.

Originally, in Attila's Force vision, Milin's image was warmer and greater than the peaceful light side of the Force, so Attila could not help but get closer to Milin.

When Milin put on this metal triangle head, the aura all over his body instantly turned into a darkness that seemed to swallow everything. Even the most extreme evil would tremble in the face of this darkness.

Well, Attila didn't guess this, he saw it.

Compared to Attila, he had the urge to draw his weapon and slash at Milin. The executioner, who looked humanoid but had no trace of humanity, was as if he had seen some natural enemy.

After a brief moment of stiffness, the executioner, whose body was trembling with fat, turned around and hurriedly rushed out of the camp.

It's a pity that the power that makes the tortured immortal also makes the camp have only one exit, and that exit is blocked by Master Milin and his apprentice.

The executioner couldn't break open the tent, which looked like it was just a few sealed pieces of leather, despite repeated collisions.

He sat down on the ground with a "clang" sound, curling up towards the corner of the tent like a frightened puppy.

At the same time, there was a cry for mercy that sounded like a rat's cry.

If I hadn't seen what had just happened and the scene in the tent, I would have felt really pitiful.

It's a pity that Milin didn't intend to pity this thing. Milin, who was wearing a triangular head, picked up a bone chopping knife on the chopping board and walked in front of the executioner. He raised the knife and dropped it, raised the knife and dropped it...

Using the most primitive method, QTE was performed on the executioner.

After more than ten chops, Milin looked tired, turned back to Attila, took off the triangular helmet on his head and said:

"Don't be afraid. I originally planned to use this head for the God in the world of Jericho Team, but it's a pity that it didn't get used."

Seeing Milin return to his original appearance after taking off his triangular helmet, Attila let out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, this thing is quite suitable for you to use." Milin said and handed the triangular head in his hand to Attila.

"I don't think it's necessary." Attila waved his hand as he quickly took a few steps back.

She couldn't imagine herself wearing such a triangular head, and then wielding a bone-cutting knife to open someone else's gourd... This look was quite suitable for Lapland.

"Lapland is not suitable. She is a killer, not a punisher." Milin, who sensed what Attila was thinking, shook his head and said.

"Punisher?" Attila noticed the peculiarity of Milin's words.

"Well, this triangular head is actually the costume of the Punisher. It will gain special attack according to the evil degree of your enemy." Milin, holding the triangular head in his hand, gestured to Attila: "Although the expression of this special attack may be It looks even more evil than the evil one, but it’s essentially a righteous Noble Phantasm.”

"Punisher?" Attila looked suddenly enlightened.

"Well, the violence of the perpetrator will be doubled back to the perpetrator himself. It can be said to be the nemesis of these S parties." Milin nodded and summarized the use of this thing.

"Oh..." Although he understood what Milin meant, Attila still refused to accept the gift.

Milin, who didn't force much, smiled and took the triangular head back. The moment the triangular head disappeared from Milin's hand, those who had stopped wailing and moaning after the executioner was "dead" by Milin. The victim's body suddenly shook violently.

Gu Lin

They fell down from all kinds of strange torture instruments and squirmed towards the executioner. Under the influence of some unknown force, the limbs scattered on the ground climbed onto the executioner together and pulled against the executioner. Biting.

It seemed as if he wanted to return all the torture he had suffered to this executioner.

Seeing this scene, Attila glanced at Milin, who shrugged and said:

"Retribution, this can be regarded as the after-effect of using the triangle head. By the way, this way can also prevent those things from detecting us immediately."

This kind of torture camp is a kind of sacrificial ceremony, specially designed to provide strength to those real S party members.

If Milin had not stopped Attila just now and allowed this camp to be purified by Attila's swords, then the s party members in this camp would have immediately noticed that someone was causing trouble.

But that won't happen now, because those s party's sacrifices only require pain, and there is no limit to anyone's pain.

The enemy's pain and your own pain are both pain, there is not much difference.

At least until these victims tore their executioners into pieces and closed their eyes completely, the S party occupying this camp would not notice Master Milin.

Afterwards, Milin and Attila followed suit and cleaned up more than a dozen such tents used for sacrifices in the camp.

Even though Attila was very resistant, after Milin's strong request every time he cleaned the camp, Attila finally put on a triangular head that was a bit large for her size and played the role of a punisher. .

"How do you feel?" Milin asked with a smile, holding a Noble Phantasm camera in his hand to take a picture of Attila's triangular head shape.

"...I don't know how to describe it, Master." Attila took off his triangular head and said.

"What do you mean I don't know how to describe it?" Milin asked.

"I felt anger, but only for a moment, and I also felt pain, which also didn't last long. I was left with an emptiness in the end." Attila tried his best to express his feelings when he put on the triangular head.

"Is it empty?" Milin showed a thoughtful expression.

"Or nothingness. It's a very strange feeling. I can't say exactly what it is." Attila, who was at a loss for words, found that his cultural level still needed to be improved.

"Is it nothingness and emptiness? Can you describe it more specifically?" Milin vaguely noticed something.

"It's a bit like the feeling when you raise your head and look at the stars at night." Attila said.

"Raise your head and look at the stars?" Milin raised his head and glanced at the sky after hearing what Attila said.

Even at night, the sky in this camp was still shrouded in a strange deep purple. Only the most dazzling starlight could penetrate this purple and flicker in the field of vision.

"Well, I understand. The emptiness and nothingness you feel is probably from the perspective of Yu Xingjianbing." Milin nodded and said.

"You star vanguard?" Attila had heard about the setting of her own body many times from Milin, although she still felt it was unreal.

"Yes, for a serious... oh no, Yuxing leader like you, what happened in this camp is just an insignificant thing."

Milin rubbed Attila's little head and said.

Attila, who was instantly overwhelmed by Milin's head rubbing attack, did not notice Milin's sudden change of words.