Vol 21 Chapter 732: :it's not true

The sheriffs of the Tarandula family are still living in the city. They must go to the ruins of the city's main palace to watch the torture. They all trembled under the power of the tarantula. When Xie Chen and Hu Buhui left the inn, the sky was still snowing. Looking at it, many trembling people passed through the unstoppable wind and snow, wrapped in tattered robes, and some were directly wrapped in the rags in the quilt.

Everyone's face showed panic, despair, and numbness. These people rushed to the main office of the city, and had no time to look at the snow on both sides of the road. They were frozen into a dead refugee. The hotel is close to the ruins of the main mansion of the city. Xie Chen walked along the stream for a while, and then came to the ruins. Spiders are very efficient, overnight, thousands of meters around the ruins of the main mansion in the city. Prior to this, all buildings were razed to the ground, and a rough square of about 100,000 people had been built, with three sides to the southeast and west. The armored knives and guns of the elite demon spider clan sergeants are waiting. The tall magical spider clan sergeants are like a black wall, which is daunting.

To the north of the square is an all-night execution platform. After this, the execution platform is a higher viewing platform. The atmosphere in the main square is very tense, thousands of people have gathered together. In the cold and heavy snow, everyone huddled together, afraid or even afraid to get out of the atmosphere, afraid to attract the attention of the evil spider family. "I can't believe there are so many civilians trapped in this city."

Xie Chen looked trembling in the cold wind, but did not dare to run away, feeling a little heavy. He and Hu did not return to the two people, walked into the crowd, worked tirelessly, squeezed to the front, facing the huge execution platform. He looked around for a while, but he didn't see the innkeeper and so on, and he didn't know where they were crowded. The atmosphere of repeated star frost is getting more and more frustrating. There were more and more people in the main square, but it was silent, no one spoke, and no one moved. Everyone was very nervous and scared because they were worried that it was Tarandura’s conspiracy to bring them all together. They were all slaughtered. After about a stick of incense. More than 100,000 people gathered in the square.

Suddenly, a deafening horn exploded in the gap. Everyone was shocked. The sound of neat footsteps and the sound of knives and guns tapping on the armor began to sound, an indescribable blood began to diffuse, and the monster spiders standing around the square began to slowly change their formation. From several sides, like a black torrent, the entire square was completely surrounded, and everyone was surrounded in the middle.

There was a commotion in the crowd. At the same time, the "we're here" crowd did not know who was calling softly. A dangerous and domineering breath, like a hurricane. Xie Chen looked to the left. A group of black armored spiders wearing long swords appeared in the distance. It is obviously a very elite combat unit, with more stringent, neater, and stronger armored weapons than the officers around the square. It shook the ground and made people around the ruins tremble involuntarily. Like a burning armored combat vehicle, it can be razed to the ground in an instant, with the same speed and solemn dignity. On the left side of the head is a flag bearer with a belt, he is nearly three feet tall. He held a military flag, and the letters of the three spiders were all made of blood. Camping in the sky. The Tarandula regiment, occupying the city, is the camp.

On the right side of the flag, the pattern is similar to the left, holding a long black dragon banner, embroidered with a black magic spider totem. At the front line of the parade, three medium-sized tiger beasts and evil beasts came over. They looked like tigers, but they had a pair of bone wings, more than 3 meters high, and their eyes were like a pool of blood. They growled in their throats, looking at the people watching. There is a ball of saliva in his mouth.

Three generals are standing on the chariot behind the monster. In addition to Xie Chen who was in the inn that day saw Lieutenant Red Devil, there were two other officers of the same level. The captain on the left was pale, several cobwebs twisted between his dark green eyebrows, and his breathing was gloomy. The other was a giant, twice as tall as the other two. There was a spider on his stomach. The spider's head was several times larger, and his eyes shone with green light.

More than two hundred elite soldiers, surrounded by monster chariots, came to the scaffolding. At the end of the sergeant team, there were more than a dozen race runners, a few of whom were Gongzi Chen and others who saw outside the ruins yesterday. One by one, they looked like dogs, wearing black leather armor and gorgeous poses.

Everyone has an expression of pride and arrogance. Under the gaze of countless lights, the sound of a monster chariot came from under the scaffolding. Three enchanted generals boarded the scaffolding, and two elite white sergeants stood around the scaffolding, guarding the scaffolding. And those scumbag dogs then trot to the scaffolding and began to arrange torture instruments on the crime platform. The torture tool assembled for the first time was a huge guillotine knife, 2 meters wide and 8 meters long. The blade of the guillotine is dull and rusty. No time to wipe clean blood on it. With such a blunt knife, the meat is sharpened and ground, just for fear of being chopped off by the knife. Until dozens of knives are broken before the bones are broken, the neck can be completely cut off. On the table under the guillotine was carved the back of a huge magical spider, and a blood trail was winding down the black curtain of Shanghai. There is a large terrace on the left side of the guillotine. Five huge alive spiders crawling in different directions on the terrace. The spider's body is wrapped into a rope by dozens of different colors of spider webs, and the five spiders crawling in five directions, as if pulling the rope to break the rest. It should be a caravan or something. On the right side of the guillotine, there is another type of torture. It looks like a conical spiral column with a blade full of barbed steel knives.

The cylinder is 10 meters high and 1 meter in diameter, with a fine needle tip at the top of the cone. As the bottom of the lotus spirals downwards, all are thorny. You can imagine how painful it would be if you were placed on the spine and pulled down, and this torture is very creepy. Half of the instrument next to the column is oddly shaped, a square dark copper body sitting on a huge funnel filled with burning charcoal. The initial construction of equipment for torture and confession by both parties is still a small number, and the specific appearance is not yet visible. Even with the head of such a robber, after seeing such a torture device, there was a feeling of excitement in his heart. Goose bumps appeared on his face and he was frozen in the snow.

"This kind of torture is obviously torture. It's best to give the knife directly." Xie Chen is very subtle. His eyes were fixed on the torture tool in front of him, and the coldness in his eyes was much better than the flying snow in front of him. "Warning!" Rumble of thunder.

The Red Devil soldier in the stands suddenly issued an order. brush! The guards and sergeants around the ruins are unified, holding the steel knives on the side, making war gestures at any time. There was a noise at the end of the street. It turned out that there was also a face looking at the person who was afraid of being tortured. At this time, he turned his head to the end of the street and looked in that direction. A wooden prison carriage is walking on the snow. The last national resistance in this city was held on a boat. One by one, endless carriages were transported to the vicinity of the ruins, neatly parked in the heavily surrounded area. Less than ten people in a row, twelve people in a row, were pulled to the open space to the left of the scaffolding. The carriage was handcuffed, left scars, and was forbidden to deal with the hero. Seeing the carriage, thousands of people in the main square were still agitated.

After all, these resistance heroes are great people in the cities of exile. Many of them are loved by ordinary people. They have come to an end. They are dying under the torture of Tarandura. Even if you are no longer indifferent, there will be mood swings. In the eyes of the two Xie Chen, it was also the first time to go to the jail cart. "That's Liu Li's boss, Big Brother Liu Minsheng." Hu didn't turn his eyes back, squinting, and there was a glimmer in the same direction. Xie Chen looked into his eyes immediately. A man in ragged clothes, covered with blood stains, covered with mottled scars, some of them as deep as bones, tied by the thick chain on the child's arm, sealed by the limbs, locked in a carriage, he is a burly People with fair skin, handsome face, calm complexion, eyes slightly closed, sitting on knees, two sword eyebrows are now stuck with dry blood. The whip on his face was frozen and cracked, and the blood that had fallen on his face was dried by the cold wind. When Xie Chen took a closer look, he couldn't help taking a breath, because Liu Minsheng's body not only had visible traces of the whip, but also the blessing flowing through the bones of Lake Pipa, locked to the railing of the prison car. . "Big Brother Liu is my big brother."

Hu gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with murderous intentions, like the thick flesh of a great day. Xie Chen nodded slightly. It is no wonder that when Hu entered the city, he did not return to the first place where he took himself to the entrance of Liuli. Obviously Hu Bugui knew a lot of people. While introducing Xie Chen in a low voice, he looked at the prisoners one by one. "That is Brother Zhao who saved my life ten years ago." "There is also the young man named Jin Fei, who is in charge of the ten largest restaurants and teahouses in Liuguang City." "Also. The short in front of him. The tall man is the old man Qu. He is the leader of the streamlined city beggar. His temper is stinky and hard, and very strong. At first he quarreled with me, but he didn't know him. This stinky beggar is definitely a tough one. This It is Zeng Heng, the most important thing is for tarantulas.

auzw.com" Hu did not return to his identity on the side. On the one hand, he seemed to recall something. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and colorful ribbons flashed in his eyes. Xie Chen watched him. His eyes recognized the person he described. At this time, these people were bound by water chains, covered in blood, and some of their hair was shaved in half. Some people passed out and seemed to have fainted. These people were imprisoned in runes, locked in the bones of Lake Biwa, and blocked like ordinary people.

Since being detained, they have suffered abuse and serious injuries, and have been able to take them to this day instead of succumbing and becoming heroes of the people. There were about a hundred people in the trolley square of the prison. Hu did not go back to visit the vastness, and he could recognize more than half of the people's names, many of whom were his dead. Hu did not come back at this time, and he could hardly contain the surging killing and anger. If he did not hide his repair and breathing, he was only worried that this time he would be domineering and become a murderous god. Xie Chen grabbed his side and patted him gently.

"Let's take a look. I always thought it was not that simple today." At that time, a trembling old voice suddenly came from the left of the "hairy" crowd. A shaky old man walked out of the crowd. Xie Chen recognized the crumbling old man. He was slowly walking out of the street. Yesterday he sold handmade red on the street. He was slightly hunched, trembling, and frightened, but he was wrapped in rags, and struggling to get out of the crowd, and walked in the direction of the rickshaw. "Master Jun, well done, pity my old man, let him see my son again..."

When the old man walked to the carriage, his hands were drooping and tears flashed in his eyes. The vicissitudes of life were full of endless sadness, and he slowly approached the guardian in prison, Sergeant Tarandura. "Huh?" A spider soldier raised his head and looked at the old man. A cold murder opportunity flashed in his eyes. The coveted old man showed no mercy on his face, holding the hilt in one hand, and the long sword was half scabbard. Anyone who dares to approach the truck will die. This is a military order. Yes. The long knife came out of its sheath. But the spider did not complete the killing. Because of the feeling of preemptive strike. But in any case, they don't believe that the dragon turtle monster is really on the verge of death and suddenly sanctified in the sky.

This is impossible.

But it is clear that this is not the case in this desolate mission.

Because they knew the true power and condition of the dragon turtle monster, they were absolutely sure that the dragon turtle monster suddenly reversed and became a dying saint. Some clever outcast members have roughly guessed that the miracles of Dragon Turtle and Demon Mountain are related to Xie Chen. After all, it has always been Xie Chen's responsibility to treat the dragon turtle monster, and that day Xie Chen was treating the dragon turtle monster again, and found an abnormal state. Some poor members also know.

But we all buried this speculation in our hearts in obscurity.

After all, such news is too shocking and goes against the sky. If it really unfolds, it will not be a good thing for Xie Chen or the dragon turtle monster.

But everyone's awe and admiration for Xie Chen is even more crazy.

Can a dead person be turned into a holy place, except for gods and demons, who can do this?

...

Two days later.

The ripples caused by the dragon turtle and the demons of the holy city are still moving in heaven, but not as good as before.

Although strange, the saint’s final impact is limited. Two days later, most cities’ attention is no longer the focus of attention on this matter. Only those high-level officials who have the right to speak will care about the disclosed information. A hidden channel, passed down one by one, trying to understand the riddle that dragon turtle monsters become sacred. ..

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