Blood of Mercury

The black-robed man with the icy iron mask descended on the crowd like a **** of death. He held a simple Carrard sword in his hand, like a dining knife slicing pudding, slicing the people around him very easily.

The blade crunched and shredded the bones, the internal organs were shaken to pieces, and scarlet blood splashed out. Rather than beheading with a sword, it is more like slapping the enemy with a steel whip. The characteristics of the Kalar single-edged sword allow him to easily shred the enemy. When dancing at high speed, the special structure of the Kalar single-edged sword will Let it vibrate at a high frequency, and each sword can make Caral's single-edged sword make a short, low hum in the air.

Like wild bees dancing wildly, the buzzing sounds connected into pieces in the air. The black-robed man with the iron mask used quite proficient military swordsmanship to slash out a circular arc slashing in circles. Some vague sword light drew blood from his body, and a large amount of it was splashed in the air.

With every blow he swept up a hurricane, sending dust on the ground. With every blow he splattered a rain of scarlet blood.

In just a few seconds, the black-robed man with the iron mask had already killed more than a dozen people. A little bit of scarlet blood splattered on his mask, making the smile on his mask even colder and weirder.

But the people around me have no time to pay attention to this. Faced with the threat of death, they shouted back and ran away. In the blink of an eye, a fairly large space was vacated around the Iron Masked Man.

After retreating a short distance, the fear in their hearts began to gradually dissipate.

- I can't escape like this. Forces must be organized to fight back.

After calming down a little, some people with more knowledge immediately realized that they could not escape passively, and it was unrealistic to defend themselves. That butcher like a mad dog is enough to shred their defenses.

This brutal military swordsmanship could have knocked down the morale of an enemy army. In the face of these ordinary people who have never been on the battlefield, the fragile line of defense they formed is almost self-defeating in front of this iron-masked man.

"Hey! You-"

An old man with a bandage on his arm bravely stood out from the crowd, pointed at the black-robed man with an iron mask and shouted.

But he never got a chance to say it again.

The figure of the man in the iron mask was slightly blurred, and the next moment appeared in front of the old man.

The old man, who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, had gray hair for most of his body but still had a strong body, was slashed diagonally across his body by the buzzing sword, from the right collarbone all the way to the heart, and a row of ribs on his chest turned directly inward. Broken and collapsed in. A cone of blood mist burst out behind him.

There was a muffled gurgling sound in his throat, and a distorted look of extreme pain immediately appeared on his face. After struggling for a while, he fell to the ground.

Behind the old man, a child's face was stained with blood. His pupils trembled violently, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, everyone was quiet.

No one knew what the madman was going to do. He rushed out without saying a word and started killing people. This unusual silence made these people gradually fill their hearts with fear, as if the people in front of them were not people. It's like some kind of monster in human skin.

The inability to communicate creates fear.

Just when everyone was almost desperate, the man in the iron mask made a sound for the first time: "Smile... everyone, keep smiling."

His voice was dry and hoarse, yet somehow magnetic.

For a time, everyone around was shocked by him and didn't even dare to move. Catering to the requirements of the Man in the Iron Mask, stiff smiles appeared on their faces.

"Excellent! Very good!"

The man in the iron mask said slowly, like an old gentleman from Titan, and said in quite elegant words: "Please stand up separately, this will prevent me from killing the wrong person."

Kill the wrong person?

The people around were slightly taken aback.

"Wait. This... sir, what kind of person are you trying to kill?"

A chestnut-haired girl asked timidly.

The Man in the Iron Mask nodded at her, as if smiling at her.

"That's a good question, miss. Why am I killing people? Who am I going to kill... Yes, who am I going to kill..."

The man with the iron mask laughed. Through the gap above the iron mask, you can see his bloodshot scarlet eyes. It was a terrifying look that made people feel frightened just by looking at it, and they would unconsciously turn their eyes away.

"Yes, folks. You misunderstood something."

After thinking for a moment, the man with the iron mask said slowly, "I'm not trying to destroy something... I'm going to... create something."

"Since I was sent to that slaughterhouse a long time ago. I've been aware of my future. I'm in love with that cute red thing, and I can't live without him...I miss him."

In the terrified eyes of everyone, the man raised the butcher's knife again, and drew something in front of him like a painter holding a pencil.

"Like... my latest work. The patient. I want to finish a work like this..."

When his voice just fell. Immediately, someone with a bandage on his body tried to tear the bandage off his body.

Combined with those killed by him in the first round, they've already been told what the homicide indicator is for this suspected insane veteran.

But even though their reaction was so quick, it was still a step too late.

In just a few seconds of sluggishness, the madman with the iron mask picked up his butcher's knife and killed dozens of people at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

His killing efficiency was so high that more than a dozen people didn't even utter a complete scream. On the ground, the corpses that were split open by the Caral's sword could see the terrifying huge gap at a glance. The blood spewed out along with the shredded bits of viscera, creating comical graffiti on the ground.

"Hehehehehe..."

His hoarse smile~www.wuxiaspot.com~ bloodshot eyes are almost crazy violent.

The people around didn't even have the strength to scream. Fear turned into an invisible giant hand and slammed their throats. They shook their teeth, but they could only let out a leaking whimper.

In just one breath, the vicinity of the port has turned into hell.

Then, the completely unmatched mad veteran crossed the mountain of corpses and blood and continued to move deeper.

There are more people there. more wounded. More material.

"The butcher...he's the butcher! It's a massacre!"

Behind him, there are survivors howling: "This lunatic! Lunatic butcher!"

The black-robed butcher with the icy iron mask descended like a **** of death. But these people don't know what kind of empty expression is under the mask of death. (To be continued.)