The Righteous Player(s)

Speaking of it, this kind of work seems to be able to take more...

Thinking of this, Jiu Er's mind suddenly became alive.

She turned around and said to her two younger brothers: "If there are such tasks in the future, they can be assigned to me first. I am relatively free in most cases."

"... Such a task?"

The man asked cautiously.

"Anyone who can kill is fine. Even the extraordinary is fine."

Jiuer answered casually.

Anyway, her comrades are coming soon. If you encounter someone who can't be beaten, it will just open a recruitment...

Thinking of this, she chuckled beautifully.

Like a little girl waving a tree branch she picked up, she waved the battle axe in her hand lightly. The heavy steel battle axe whistling in the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The two were so scared that they took two steps back subconsciously.

Seeing them like this, Jiu'er couldn't help but smile: "Don't do this, I can't hurt you... I have a few in my hand."

"...You are talking about Miss."

The two of them suddenly looked bitter and responded repeatedly.

The two "brothers" who were assigned to Jiuer are all elite employees of Grey Swan. They are strong, good at using rifles and hand-to-hand combat, and understand the common sense of tracking and anti-tracking, but they have no professional inheritance.

But from Jiu'er's point of view, their combat effectiveness is about seven to eight levels. With a firearm in hand, you can even beat a tenth-level swordsman.

On street fighting alone, even the regular army might not be able to beat them.

The task they are really responsible for is actually to constantly monitor the behavior of Jiu Er, to ensure that she does not come into contact with other underground gang forces, to prevent her from doing things that do not use her mind or may harm the company's interests... These are normal duties.

And because of Jiu'er's size and age, they have additional responsibilities-to be responsible for scaring away or forcibly driving away those who don't have eyes, so that Jiu'er has an excuse to go wild and kill people.

They can see clearly.

When drunk and murdered, there was not only no psychological pressure, but even a sorrowful expression on his face.

It wasn't the crazy smile of bloodthirsty madmen who enjoyed the killing process, nor was it the joy of getting money after killing. It's more like pure joy because of what important mission you have accomplished, or victory in the game.

Just for the joy of killing itself.

...This is terrible.

Even if they were gangsters, they would never be like this.

This is simply a monster!

And when they discovered that this eldest lady did not offer a reward or wanted, they were even more afraid of her.

This shows what?

It shows that she has hidden her madness and crimes very well!

So the two men were more trembling.

They were taken to the bar by alcohol the day before yesterday and ordered her—because the drink looked too young, the bar owner wouldn’t give her alcohol—after drinking too much, they became more irritable and complaining about why they didn’t listen. If you understand...what is the exam, and what is Annan's, they once planned to run out to hide after paying the money.

But I don't know if Jiuer saw their thoughts-she drank them directly, and asked them to try to hold their weapons.

After they tentatively planned to lift the weapon of the drink... the battle axe that she held by the table fell down, almost directly splitting one of them in half.

The battle axe was more than a tip taller than wine, and the steel shaft was wrapped with a long hardwood handle for shock absorption. The face of the battle axe is bigger than the head of a wine.

And such a big thing is solid.

It was even dealt with by Annan, adding extra weights with rituals and hardening the blade.

In the army, this is at least a weapon that can only be controlled by a macho who is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 kilograms to start off. Just swipe it down to the extent that it can cut people in half.

And when a hunk uses this, he has to use his hands.

But Jiu Er only needs one hand to lift this battle axe and swing it like a pointer—even she has no psychological shadow on blasting someone's head with a fist or cutting people in the mid-cut with an axe skillfully.

This makes it difficult for the company's executives to figure out what exactly is Jiu'er's career...why is there such a big power? Why are you so accustomed and happy about killing?

Is it a fallen executioner? Or the execution officer?

Or the scarlet warrior of the Red Knight?

It's all possible.

They are not even sure how old the true age of the wine is.

Some people in the company even secretly speculate that Jiuer may be an extraordinary person who can transfer his soul into it after killing people. Because there are transcendents who have this type of ability...

This also makes them more afraid of drinking.

But in fact, the profession of Berserker is not rare.

It can even be said to be quite common-

In the duel arena, there are some berserkers; in the battlefield there are more. The Principality of Winter is also producing berserkers in large numbers.

The characteristic of a berserker is generally that he wears a bronze belt, and his upper body is covered with scars, and his body is lean but with muscular knots. And those curses like dried blood will be burned on their own torso-when they fight, they will skillfully tear the curse on their bodies with one hand, and instantly become frenzied.

And it's the degree to which the skin and flesh are directly torn apart to expose the internal organs or bones.

They couldn't imagine that the wine with clean and delicate skin, delicate face and no muscles in the whole body would be a berserker...

Rather, a berserker who has the same appearance as an ordinary girl, but has more than three times the power of an ordinary person, can be said to be a special profession in itself...

But at this moment, an old voice sounded:

"Oh, this eldest lady...is it easy to talk now?"

"Hey! Old man, you--no..."

The two of them suddenly felt tight, then turned around and scolded.

——This is the eldest lady they dare not provoke.

But when they saw the person behind them clearly, their voices suddenly dropped.

It was an old man curled up in a pure black wheelchair like a shrimp.

He lowered his head and wore a white hood that was slightly yellowed from long-term use. The bare hands were wrapped in dark yellow bandages with dry hair that had lost their elasticity. The bandages were also covered with dense black runes that seemed to be swimming.

Like a mummy, full of dull life.

Under the hood of the old man, he laughed, showing his teeth like a corpse, trying his best to make a kind smile.

He repeated again: "Is it convenient to talk here, Miss?"

"...Sorry, sir!"

The two responded quickly and immediately bowed their heads to apologize to the old man.

They are very clear.

In the royal capital, the least offended is the "weird".

The old man did not blame them either.

In other words, the old man never looked at them from beginning to end.

While being watched by the old man, Jiuer's face gradually became stern.

She cautiously squeezed the battle axe in her hand, loosened her coat slightly, and unbuttoned a few of the long windbreaker.

This sense of oppression...

Those two mortals may not feel it.

But Jiuer, who was already close to the Silver Stage, could clearly feel his body trembling.

Just hearing the sound makes the body afraid.

The soul is lingering more than just... countless yin winds seem to travel through his own body.

——Jiuer knows this man.

From the perspective of Longjing Tea...the pope named "Bernardino Treshaw", the pseudo-god "The Bell Ringer".

The real golden-level powerhouse.

"Cheng Ling Monk" is currently the only envoy of this profession.

"Is there a problem."

Jiuer asked cautiously.

The old man laughed, and asked in a low voice, "Are you interested in...changing a place to live?"

"...I live very well now, I don't need it for the time being."

You **** this is sexual harassment.

Jiuer was silent for a while, and answered politely.

The old man shook his head slightly: "I didn't ask you."

"what?"

Drinking for a while.

At the next moment, she suddenly felt a strong, invisible cold wind penetrate her body. Then she suddenly lost the touch of her whole body.

She suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground-Jiuer looked down and found that her body holding a battle axe suddenly fell to the ground weakly, and then turned into black gray in the blink of an eye.

But she turned into a translucent posture, standing in a daze at a loss.

Around her, there are dozens-even hundreds of souls.

The human soul.

The soul of the horseman.

The soul of the elves ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the soul of the devil.

But in Jiu'er's current vision, he saw another posture of the old man.

It was a kind old man with no hair and only the waist above and lost his hands. He was not so much "sitting" in a wheelchair as he was "posing" in a wheelchair.

Looks like Professor X who suffered a car accident...

Such an idea came to Jiuer's mind.

"—I'm asking about your soul, Miss."

From the perspective of the soul, the old man’s voice is no longer so hoarse and ugly, but warm and kind: "You are from another world, right? I haven't seen your remaining life...you are still an undead.

"Have you heard... the term'Book of Crane'?"

In the old man's hollow eyes, pure white flames flickered.