I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 12 Drinking Blood for the Blade
This is not the first time Elson has murdered compatriots in Mansu.

He used to be just an ordinary mortal, working all day long to exchange his life for money, but barely enough to eat and wear.

He is not reconciled!
Why are those nobles born in Rome, and I, El, have to work hard to be a cow and a horse, and I can only get a meager salary in exchange for hard work, obviously I work harder than them ! ! !
But blaming everyone and everything didn't help after all, and Elson's life was still poor and difficult.

Until he met a co-worker whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, they used to be quite acquainted, and they were acquaintances who shared the art of intercourse. Captain Scar!

Before chanting the incantation, Elson sharpened the knife he used in the slaughterhouse to the point where he could almost break his hair. He and the believers who had never met before formed a circle shoulder to shoulder, and everyone held their respective blades against the center. Chanting aloud the mantra taught by the founder, his acquaintance.

His consciousness fell into a blur. When he woke up, he was covered in bruises and scars from blades. Several believers died of excessive blood loss.

The acquaintance was covered in blood, holding a long sword with a curly blade and smiling heartily at the only remaining Elson and the other two believers.

"Scars are pain and experience. We use scars as weapons, and scars keep us from harm."

"My followers, killing is the best way to sharpen your blade."

"The blade should drink the blood, the blade should taste the flesh, the blade should chew the bone."

"The life of the weak is the best sharpening stone!"

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Elson's enthusiasm along the way is to relax the opponent's vigilance!
From time to time, he pretended to be exhausted, just to make the other party despise him from the bottom of his heart!

After showing weakness and gasping for many times in a row, Elson was convinced that his disguise had successfully paralyzed Little John, and that the other party should have let go of his guard.

Now is the perfect time to backstab!It's time to use this kid's hot blood to water my blade and improve my secret biography!

With a desire for strength, Elson resolutely stabbed at Little John's back—the dagger was specially twisted to be parallel to the ground, so it would definitely be able to stab the heart along the gap between the ribs. Send the other party a short and painful journey to death!
Puff, the blade pierced through the imitation flesh and blood of the spirit body.

But it didn't go straight into the back of his mind as Elson thought, but was firmly held by a powerful big hand, preventing castration!
Little John, that is, Watson felt the pain of tearing between his palms, and the blood flowed to the warmth of his palms.

He bowed his head to meet Elson's surprised eyes, and the innocence on his face faded, replaced by a ferocious sneer.

"I knew you were uneasy and kind!"

Watson wasn't really an innocent teenager, his limpid stupidity was just a disguise.He never believed this fat man who appeared out of the blue from the very beginning!
No one would trust a stranger who had never met before, especially a stranger who appeared in such a strange environment with unusual enthusiasm!
Watson has already discovered that this person looks obese, but his muscles are tight. He has sound limbs, but his movement speed can't even keep up with himself, a disabled person. It is obvious that he has hidden evil intentions!

The vigilance in his heart was already full at that time, he seemed to be looking around, but in fact his attention was focused on listening to the movement behind him.

When he heard the obvious sound of stepping on the ground with force, he immediately turned around and saw a silver light attacking his heart.

But this speed... is really too slow, too slow!

Compared with the swift and fierce machete of the Fuerstan, it is as slow as a grandma wielding a dinner spoon!
He only grabbed and grasped the dagger firmly in the palm of his hand, the blade was stuck by thick muscles, and he couldn't get in any further.

Watson picked up the wooden stick and hit Elson's flat nose with his backhand. The bridge of the nose, which was already low, broke and almost collapsed into a flat ground.

Elson only felt his nose sore and sore, and the bitter, salty, sweet stuff filled his mouth like an overturned seasoning jar. If it wasn't for the lack of tears in his spiritual body, he might not be able to stop the tears from flowing.

But after all, he is a follower of the scarred commander who has cultivated the first-order blade secret. His tolerance to pain is far beyond ordinary people, and he has come to his senses with a flick of his head.

Elson's narrowed eyes shot out fierce gazes, and he shouted viciously: "So what if you see through, you will also die at the hands of my uncle!"

While speaking, he suddenly pulled out the dagger with force, but found that the dagger seemed to be deeply embedded in the iron tongs, no matter how hard he exerted it, it would not move.

Elson couldn't help being a little panicked. You must know that his arm strength has greatly increased since he completed the secret transmission, and it is much easier to cut up animals in the slaughterhouse. Why is this cunning John, his arm strength is far better than himself!
He decisively let go of the dagger, allowing the power of the blade to dissipate on its own, and at the same time retreated a few steps to form a new blade.

But how could Watson let you retreat just like that? He let go of the half-cut dagger in his hand like melting ice and snow, and put his right foot on the ground, jumping like a one-legged zombie to catch up.

The great man said: When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue!

He chased and beat with a stick in his hand, the first blow hit the opponent's hastily raised left arm; In narrow narrow eyes.

Ahhh! ! !Stimulated by the pain, Elson's mind was agitated, and he could no longer maintain the secret transmission, and the dagger in his hand turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

He even accidentally stepped on the air and fell to the ground with a stagger. The moment he fell to the ground, a big hand grabbed his throat.

His dark right eye suddenly felt a burst of relief, but the next moment, in the remaining half of Elson's vision, he saw the irregular sharpness of the blood-stained wooden staff gradually enlarging!

Both eyes were completely blind, and his soul was about to fly away, but Elson suddenly gave up struggling.

Ever since he couldn't restrain his desire for power and brazenly attacked the same kind in the woodland in order to advance the secret transmission of the blade, his heart has been in fear.

The murder in the dream was not completely traceless. He had heard the legend of the Anti-Suppression Bureau in the church meeting. It is said that it was a special department set up by Great Britain to target those who secretly practice secret transmission. It is responsible for investigating, judging and punishing Heretics whose crimes exist only in dreams—characters like him.

It was rumored that the Anti-Suppression Bureau did not need to abide by the usual social laws and regulations, its behavior style was perverse, and its interrogation methods were brutal, so it had a very bad reputation.

And this is what Elson fears the most.

He was shrouded in the shadow of the incident all day long, and his fear was like a cold knife on his throat.

But Elson couldn't restrain the temptation of his strength to grow by leaps and bounds after the secret transmission was refined, which was his only reliance against the anti-suppression bureau.

Struggling, fear, obsession, hesitation... seem to tear Elson's spirit into several petals.

Now all of this has finally ushered in liberation, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, he once gave others death in the forest, and now he himself will die in the forest.

And you, little John, will also bear the pain and suffering that I have struggled with.

Elson gloated suddenly and said, "Now, it's your turn to face the pursuit of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

(End of this chapter)