War Paradise

The desert surrounding the deserted sand city has swallowed the lives of countless invaders.

If it were not for the experienced travellers in the deserted city, once they rushed into the desert, they would most likely lose their way in the endless deserted sand, and then, they would only be waiting for Death.

Those guys who want to go to the deserted sand city usually hire guides from the deserted sand city. Although the price is high, it is better than dying in the desert.

Today, this dangerous desert is as peaceful as ever.

"Don't fall behind, follow me."

The small man leading the camel in front, looked back at the two men and a woman following him. Those visitors who came from other places wrapped their bodies like rice dumplings with cloaks.

Looking at the three people walking slowly in the sand, the guide gritted his teeth, and the brown-skinned face showed an expression of disgust.

Of course he knew that this was just routine work. This time the three passengers were very happy when they paid, but for some reason, there was still an inexplicable hatred in their hearts.

——Kill them and take all their money.

There seemed to be a very attractive voice in his consciousness, whispering to him continuously. Some indescribable force is driving his body to make brutal actions.

——Take advantage of it now, they are unprepared.

Of course he knew that if he killed the guests himself, he would be ruined as a guide, and he would probably be executed when he returned to the deserted city.

However, as long as you pretend to have encountered a wild monster in the desert, you may be able to escape punishment...

The guide walked forward without turning his head, and glanced down at the scimitar hung on his waist.

When he thought that he would be able to kill the three scumbags immediately, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he began to hum a little song about the deserted sand city, just at this moment...

"Everyone, I am a poet."

The man walking at the back suddenly spoke, and a low voice floated from the shadow under the hood: "Do you want to hear "The Psalms"?"

"Not interested." The female traveler shook her head irritably.

Listening to these people's unskilled barbaric conversations, the guide did not answer the question, but silently waited for a good time to do it.

These three people also carried self-defense weapons. To kill the three of them, they must wait until they relax their vigilance.

Thinking of this, the guide turned around and asked: "Are you tired, do you want to rest—"

The tearing sound of the blade piercing the flesh and blood interrupted his words.

Under the astonished gaze of the guide, the man who had been walking silently at the end suddenly drew his sword and pierced the back of the traveler who claimed to be a poet!

The poet fell silently, and the blood from the wound soaked into the sand. Witnessing the bloody killing process, the woman next to her was not surprised, but immediately drew out the rapier and pierced it directly.

"I wanted to kill you!" the woman shouted.

The man who killed just now took a step back, raised his hand and slashed the cloak on the woman's waist, howling like a crazy beast:

"die!"

-Take advantage of it now!

Realizing that the opportunity he was looking for had already appeared, a strong sense of comfort suddenly rose in the guide's consciousness, and the original consternation suddenly turned into excitement, he drew a short knife and rushed up, joining the cruel and primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Click!

The guide who had served in the army of the Deserted Sand City was much more proficient in battle than the two guests. The first knife cut the man's right wrist directly, and then turned back and kicked the woman's leg.

"Ah!" the woman screamed and fell to her knees, her calf bent into an unnatural V shape. ,

The guide cut open the male passenger's throat, and fountain-like plasma spurted from the opponent's throat and splashed on the guide's face.

The blood seemed to activate the killing switch in the guide, making him even more excited, avoiding the rapier stabbed by the woman to his right side, and slashing her face with a short knife:

"Hahahaha! You must die today!"

In the process of killing the woman, the guide raised his head and laughed wildly.

After a segment of the scene, if it appeared in the live broadcast, it would definitely be marked with a mosaic, his work was over.

"Hey...that's it? Move! Bastard!"

The guide threw away half of his arm, looked down at the corpse that he had chopped into an inhuman shape, and stretched out his tongue to lick off the blood standing at the corner of his mouth.

The winner of this battle is himself. In order to avoid being discovered by the caravan behind, he must find a way to dispose of these corpses. but……

"Well……"

The guide's body twitched, and the short knife in his hand fell on the sand.

The hideous smile on his face disappeared, and he was completely confused instead. When his gaze was focused on the corpse under him, he suddenly staggered back a few steps, fell on the sand and crawled back in panic.

"This... why? What's the matter?"

He didn't remember what happened, the previous memory seemed to be cut off. The last scene was still taking travelers trekking in the desert, and what I saw next... was this terrifying killing field.

The guide lowered his head in horror and stared at his blood-stained hands. Although he lost his memory, he still realized a terrifying fact:

"I...killed them?"

"Yes."

A corpse fell on the ground and made a low male voice: "It's your hand."

"Impossible! I won't kill my own guest!" The guide who was already going crazy, didn't even have the time to care where the voice came from. He just defended loudly: "I just want to make money, and I won't kill you!"

"Maybe your spirit doesn't know, but your body has acted."

The male voice laughed, as if mocking the poor guide: "We clearly feel the spirit, a thinking entity, without a body, that is, without an extensive entity; on the other hand, we also clearly feel the body. There is no spirit. The spirit can have no body, or the body can have no spirit... In other words, the spirit and the body can be independent of each other."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The guide reached out and tore off a bunch of own hair.

"This is Mr. Descartes' theory. He believes that the human body and spirit are two different parts. Your actions just now were made by your'body', not your spirit."

The guide who was still in shock turned his head slowly, and saw that the man whose heart had been pierced was slowly standing up. No face was exposed under the hood, but a waterfall of plasma flowed out, which darkened his entire body. Red.

"Who... are you...?" The guide asked the last question desperately.

The bloody humanoid object came forward, bent down slightly, and gently twisted the guide's neck:

"I am a poet and the pioneer of the Devil Legion. You can call me'Satanial'."

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