Gao Wu: Invincibility begins with basic archery

Underground, in a spacious hall, the fire in the corner burned silently.

Just in this hall, there were more than ten or twenty men in black robes standing, their faces covered by wide brims of hats, adding a touch of weirdness to the already quiet atmosphere.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the left front, like leather shoes stepping on the floor.

A middle-aged man wearing a red robe walked slowly towards here.

He looks to be in his thirties or forties, with fluffy curly hair and a smile on his face, giving people a friendly and kind feeling.

 “I’ve met the Bishop!”

More than twenty men in black uniformly knelt down on one knee, looking at the man in red robes with eyes full of respect.

 “The Dark Lord is here.”

The man in red robe showed a pious look on his face, tapped his fingers a few times on his body, and looked diagonally upward.

 Afterwards, he slowly lowered his head, the smile on his face became gentler, and said: "Everyone, get up."

 A group of men in black robes stood up from the ground.

“My Lord Bishop, do you have something to announce when you summon us here?”

 The leader, a man in black robe, asked with a respectful expression.

The man in red robe nodded, glanced at everyone, and said: "There are two things in total, let's talk about the first one."

 He clapped his hands.

 The next moment, a man who was pinned to a wooden frame was pushed out from a small door by two men in black robes.

 In an instant, the smell of blood wafted through the hall.

The man who was tied to the wooden frame could not find a good piece of meat in his whole body. He was so angry that he looked like he had been tortured and might die at any time.

 When many men in black robes saw this, their eyes showed unbearable expressions.

It’s not that they haven’t seen anything worse than the scene before them, it’s because they know the person being tortured.

  Or, a few days ago, he was one of them.

 “You all know him, right?”

The man in red robe asked with a smile.

"know."

"know."

Everyone did not dare to neglect and said one after another.

The person who was tied to the wooden frame seemed to be awakened by the movement around him. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at everything around him.

 The atmosphere in the hall became quiet at this time.

 “Lord, Your Majesty the Bishop.”

The man seemed to have woken up, with a strong look of pleading in his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "My Lord Bishop, please give me another chance."

 “Give you another chance?”

The man in red robe raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, yes," the man's voice said intermittently: "Last time, there was an accident. Mr. Bishop, please give me another chance. I will definitely get back double what I lost last time. Please. Yes, Your Majesty Bishop."

If Chen Fan were here, he would definitely recognize that the shapeless guy in front of him was the **** he arranged to enter the cult that day.

His original intention was to use this guy to get information about other cult teams. On the one hand, he was doing harm to the people, and on the other hand, he was gaining a lot of experience points by destroying the black **** in their hands.

 Judging from the scene in front of him, it seems that his purpose has not been achieved.

"You think, should I give him another chance?" The man in red robe looked at everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, unable to figure out this person's attitude, and remained silent.

At this time, the man who spoke at the beginning straightened his chest and said: "Your Majesty Bishop, I don't think it should be done."

 “Oh? Why?” the man in red robe asked with a smile.

"My Lord Bishop, Peng Song did not do his job well. Not only did he lose the sacred object, but he also killed other people in the team. If we let him go this time, then next time if this happens again, Lord Bishop, will he also have to do it?" What about letting the next person go?"

“Fang Liang, you, you…”

Peng Song stared at the man who spoke, with deep hatred in his eyes.

“My Lord Bishop, I feel that Peng Song cannot be kept here.”

 Another man in black robes stood up, and judging from the voice, he turned out to be a woman.

Fang Liang on the side frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied.

The woman said with an indifferent expression: "Peng Song lost the sacred object, but he still has the nerve to come back. Moreover, everyone else in the team is dead, and he is the only one alive. Is there a possibility that he is greedy for life and afraid of death? What about abandoning the sacred object and the rest of the team at a critical moment?"

 “You, you, you are such a slanderer!”

 Peng Song's eyes were blood red.

 He clearly remembered that it was his teammates who sacrificed their lives to delay his death, allowing him to escape.

　　It’s not about running away from the battlefield or being greedy for life and afraid of death!

"I'm a slanderer?" The woman sneered, "Even if I'm a slanderer, if you don't do your job well, shouldn't you commit suicide and apologize? If it were me, if you lose the sacred object, you won't come back at all. Even if you die, I won't come back. Will perish together with the enemy."

The man in red robe heard a flash of approval in his eyes.

Fang Liang looked at the woman and clenched his fists tightly.

This guy is so shameless in his ability to pick up on others and flatter others.

The man in red robe glanced at the others and said, "Where are the others? Don't you have anything to say?"

 People behind, you look at me and I look at you. Among them, there are many who have a good relationship with Peng Song. Originally, I couldn't bear to see him suffer such a serious crime. Now I heard that what Fang Liang and the two just said was to kill Peng Song, and I couldn't bear it even more.

 Plus, everyone present was doing the same thing.

 Today, Peng Song was tortured to death because he lost the sacred object.

Then tomorrow, they will be the ones who lose the sacred objects.

That Peng Song, is this a lesson for them?

 So, in a sense, helping Peng Song is helping themselves.

 “Your Majesty the Bishop.”

A man in black robes said: "Peng Song has devoted his whole life to the church over the years. Even if he has no merit, he has worked hard. This time he lost the sacred object. He really deserves death. But, Lord Bishop, can you see that Since he has worked so hard for so many years and has been punished, why don’t you give him a chance to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds?”

"Yes, Bishop," someone took the lead, and other voices also sounded one after another, "If Peng Song still loses the sacred object next time, I believe that he will commit suicide without your intervention, Bishop." .”

 “Your Majesty, give him a chance.”

Peng Song breathed a sigh of relief after hearing more than a dozen voices pleading for mercy on his behalf.

With so many people interceding on his behalf, he should be able to escape today.

Hey, if he knew that he would encounter something like this after returning, he would rather escape to other places. Although he would be hunted down, it would be better than receiving this inhuman treatment.

Of course everything has happened now and it’s too late to say anything.

 He glanced at Fang Liang and the two people who had spoken before.

 Whenever there is a chance in the future, he must make these two people pay the price for what they said today! !

"oh?"

The man in red robe had a playful smile on his face, "There are so many people interceding on his behalf."

As soon as the words fell, there was silence in the hall.

The dozen or so people who had originally begged for mercy were so frightened that they quickly shut their mouths.

“Should I praise you for your deep friendship? Or should I praise you for your cleverness?”

 He walked slowly toward the crowd, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

"You guys, on the surface, you are interceding for him, but in fact, you are thinking that if you fail the mission one day, you will still have a way to survive when you come back, right?"

Everyone was so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads.

Peng Song's uneasiness became more and more intense.

What's the meaning?

Mr. Bishop, are you determined not to give him a way out?

"Do you still remember what your situation was like before you joined the religion? You didn't even have enough food to eat, you didn't even have a place to live. You could be killed for meat at any time, or you could die in the wild. in the mouth of the beast,

What now? Well, not only do you have enough food and clothing, but you also have strength comparable to the awakened ones. These are all taught to you by Lord Black Demon.

 When you joined the religion, each of you swore that you were willing to sacrifice everything for the Black Demon Cult, even if it cost your own life.

　　What, now that everyone has enjoyed the benefits of power, they have become greedy for life and afraid of death, and are no longer willing to sacrifice everything for Lord Black Demon? "

 “Plop!”

Everyone knelt down in unison, shaking their heads and denying it.

Especially those who had previously interceded for Peng Song cried bitterly.

Seeing this, the man in red robe regained the smile on his face and said: "Okay, everyone, get up. Of course I know that you are loyal to the Black Demon Lord and are willing to sacrifice everything for the Black Demon Cult. Moreover, you are loyal to the Black Demon Cult. Song Qingqing also allowed me to see the brotherhood of brothers in the church, but..."

He changed the subject, looked at Fang Liang and the two who had spoken before, and said: "Fang Liang was right just now. If Peng Song fails his mission this time and I let him go, then next time someone fails his mission again, he should How to do it?

 Do you want me to let him go like this time? If I do this, does that mean that everyone has a chance to fail the mission? In the future, who will take the mission seriously? right? "

"Your Majesty the Bishop is right." Fang Liang, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and said, "If you don't follow the rules and follow the rules, Peng Song should die to apologize for his failure in his mission."

“Yes, Peng Song brought it upon himself.”

“The mission failed, but he still had the nerve to come back. I really don’t know where he got the courage?”

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

 Soon, all the sounds turned into these three words.

Peng Song's face turned pale. He didn't expect that the glimmer of hope that seemed to exist just now would disappear so quickly.

 “Lord, Your Majesty the Bishop.”

With tears in his eyes, he begged: "Please, give me another chance. I will never, never let you down."

“It’s not that I don’t want to give you a chance, it’s that everyone doesn’t want to give you this chance.”

The man in red robe sighed, and a black ball that was twice as big as the previous black ball appeared in his hand.

The next moment, streaks of red and black energy flew out from Peng Song's body and converged towards the black ball.

Peng Song's body quickly became shriveled and old at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few seconds, there was only a pile of clothes piled on the ground.

 Just like those he sacrificed before.

Everyone looked at this scene with expressions of indifference and fear in their eyes.

The man in red robe took back the black ball and looked at the people kneeling on the ground, feeling very satisfied.

"Next, the second thing I want to say is very important. It is about Anshan City. You should listen carefully, because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for both me and you." (This chapter over)