The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 462 Killing is so cruel!
"Ah...you are the devil...the devil..." The rough face of the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller had already become a little distorted by fear at this moment, his pale cheeks were covered with beads of cold sweat , he let out a breath, and shouted continuously.

"This mouth is not good, shut it up..." the man in black whispered as if he was talking about something unimportant.

Some timid mercenaries around had already trembled with their feet, and were limp on the ground.

Hearing the words of the man in black, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller's already pale cheeks turned rosy. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the black robe with all his strength. A person, as if he wanted to see the face of this person clearly before he died.

"The eyes are not good..." the man in black stretched out his hand and muttered.

In fighting, the vital and weak parts of the human body cannot be hit, because if these parts are hit, death, shock, disability, etc. will occur.

Two eyes: light blows can blur the vision and affect the ability to distinguish; heavy blows can cause blindness.

Bridge of the nose: easily fractured or dislocated when hit.

Cheek: It is easy to fracture or dislocate the jaw joint.

Temple: Dizzy and dizzy when hit lightly, affecting reaction ability; dies when hit hard.

Ear Gate: Light blows can cause dizziness and affect the ability to distinguish; heavy blows can cause deafness.

Throat: A blow can affect breathing and cause weakness in movement; a broken Adam's apple is incurable.

There are still many key parts, so I won't give examples one by one here.

Back to topic:

Before the voice of the man in black ended, a hand was stretched out.

The speed of this hand was so fast that all the mercenaries present couldn't see when it was stretched out.

Although the eyes cannot see clearly, the ears can hear.

There was only a sound of "shua..." piercing through the air.

Then there was the terrifying scream of the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller...

His eyeballs were directly gouged out, and the blood continued to flow from the empty eye sockets. The eyeballs were not completely gouged out, and there were still traces of bloody nerves connecting them, and the two eyeballs hung weakly on his cheeks. , coupled with the painful screams of the golden swordsman Lancelot Geral, the scene was very strange.

It's a pity it's not over yet.

"Crack..." There was a crisp bone cracking sound, and the screaming stopped, as if it had been cut off by someone.

Most of the mercenaries couldn't bear to watch it anymore, because the scene was too bloody.

The jaw of the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller was directly removed without any bone connection. The joint of the jaw was dislocated, causing the jaw to hang vertically on the ground for a long time, and the mouth seemed to be torn open. Generally, the teeth and tongue are all exposed in front of everyone.

This feeling of wanting to scream but not being able to scream is very uncomfortable.

Not to mention that the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller himself would rather die at the moment. The members of the warrior mercenary group and the mercenaries in many taverns felt that if he was like this, he would rather understand it with one sword. It's really uncomfortable to feel that life is worse than death.

"Now you can't scream, you can't see your eyes, your hands and feet are useless, don't you really want to die?" The soft voice of the man in black seemed to pour cold water into the many mercenaries present. Going down, the cold people shivered all over.

This man is not human at all, he is a devil...he is a devil...

Many mercenaries heard these words in their hearts.

The golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller had already lost his ability to speak, but he really wanted to die, and the torture that was worse than death had already made him so cruel that he could directly slash his sword and die happily.

"Then I will give you a happy death!" The soft voice sounded again.

"Crack..." The crisp sound of cracked bones echoed in everyone's ear sockets.

All the mercenaries looked around, only to see that the man in black had disappeared, and there was only a crooked and kneeling corpse lying on the ground in the center.

Old Mike seemed to be rejuvenated by dozens of years. He rushed out of the tavern with flushed cheeks and came to the body of the golden swordsman Lancelot Gerald. He squinted his old eyes and saw the gold The bridge of the swordsman Lancelot Jeller's nose was deeply sunken.

The bridge of his nose was directly inserted into the brain, destroying the brain, which led to his death...

Red blood and white brains gushed out of Lancelot Gerald's mouth...

Taking a breath, Old Mike seemed to say with some relief: "He's dead..."

The members of the warrior mercenary group standing around looked around blankly, but there was no trace of the man in black. They were crying and hugging happily as if they were reborn...

"Who is that man in black robe?" the young mercenary murmured while looking into the distance.

On the small road tens of kilometers away from the town of Utred.

A black-robed man was leaping forward with his peculiar posture.

Yes, his posture is very strange. His whole body is covered in a large black magic robe, and his head is also covered by a big black jumpsuit. Although he is walking forward, he cannot see him. His feet, and his speed is very fast, so naturally formed a strange picture.

At the waist of the black robe, colorful lights flashed vaguely, and a childish voice asked, "Boss, why did you kill people in such a cruel way just now?"

"You little bug is really stupid. This kid has a bad brain and a complete pervert inside..." The ethereal old voice resounded from the arms of the black robe, and a black light flashed along with the voice.

"Well, this kid Chu Mo is really perverted. The way he killed people just now made the old urchin vomit... It's not fun at all. I will never watch perverted Chu Mo kill people again." A white light flashed.

"You guys really talk too much nonsense..." the man in black couldn't help sighing.

"Boss, you haven't answered my question yet!" The colorful light continued to light up.

"Is there a reason to kill people?" The black-robed man was silent for a while, then asked slowly.

"Uh……"

This sentence is indeed irrefutable.

There may be a reason to save a person, but is there a reason to kill a person?
Maybe you don't like him, maybe he is your enemy, in short, under normal circumstances, a murderer will always find a reason for himself, but in fact, is there really a reason for killing?
No, there is no reason.

Regardless of the reason, killing a person is ultimately killing a life.

Even if there are tens of thousands of reasons, killing is killing, there is no reason.

There are only you who win, the winner survives, he loses, and the loser dies.

It's that simple.

In this continent of gods and demons, no matter how good the reason is, no matter how good the disguise is, no matter how good the explanation is, there is still no reason to kill someone.

Under the huge hood of the man in black robe, there are a pair of dark eyes. What kind of eyes are these?
Deep?Melancholy?Lonely?killing?Still confused?

He stood still, looking at the distant front, staring for a long time...

(End of this chapter)