"Behemoths in the sky. Weapon control"——
One of the five divine monsters passed down from generation to generation in the Palmi tribe, he is the strongest among the mythical transformation monsters.
This special freak will change into the corresponding weapon state according to the night watchman's self-awareness, and can exert the maximum power of this weapon state.
Its strange abilities have always been coveted by all forces.
Of course, this also includes the royal power of the Principality of Isa.
Since the destruction of the Palmi clan, Zabu has been on the run with this special freak.
Following the instructions of the King of the Principality of Isa.
Mikhail pursued and intercepted him all the way, saying that he wanted to pay off the remaining debts, but in fact, he wanted to trace the specific whereabouts of "Behemoths in the Sky. Weapon Control".
"Haha, don't have such wishful thinking..."
The whole person was nailed to the wall, and the blood on his chest was already stained.
With blood on the corner of his mouth, Zabu reprimanded coldly.
"Guys like you who don't know how to respect life will never get that freak..."
Staring expressionlessly at the red-haired man unable to move on the wall.
Mikhail narrowed his eyes and threatened again: "I know you are not afraid of death, but life in this world is sometimes more uncomfortable than death. I have a lot of time to slowly torture you, so I advise you to best Don’t test my patience…”
"So, let me ask you one last time..."
The blue pupils were filled with a violent aura.
Mikhail asked in a deep voice: "That freak, where are you hiding?!"
"Haha, no need to waste your efforts..."
Confronted with naked threats.
Zabu was not afraid at all, he raised his head and smiled miserably: "I have already bet it on the distant and beautiful future!"
He was suddenly startled.
Ivanov in the haystack was shaking all over, and the old-fashioned shotgun in his arms suddenly had an inexplicable reaction.
Click...
As the shotgun decomposed, a strange-looking sniper rifle appeared in little Ivan's arms.
The entire gun body is filled with the unique shimmering luster of metal.
A huge pupil clung to the butt of the gun, its ferocious eyeballs glaring around irregularly, looking strange and terrifying.
"This...could it be..."
Looking down at the mutated shotgun in his arms, Ivanov suddenly felt frightened.
This shotgun has always been Zabu's personal belongings.
Just before being thrown into the haystack, the other party casually threw it to little Ivan for safekeeping.
Looking back now, it was basically Zabu's intention.
This shotgun is the strongest monster of the mythical eye transformation system that they are talking about - "Behemoth of the Sky. Weapon Control"!
Ugh~~~
Along with a long sword chant, Mikhail pulled out the sharp Western sword.
In an instant——
The silver sword light drew four elegant trajectories in mid-air.
A pop~~
The man's wrists and ankles that were nailed to the wall exploded on the spot, and red blood spurted out from them.
Enduring heartbreaking pain.
Zabu sat slumped on the ground with his head lowered, his body covered in blood. The meridians of his limbs had been severed by Mikhail's sword, and he completely lost his mobility.
"Take him back..."
Looking coldly at the remnants of Palmy who were like mud on the snow.
Mikhail ordered expressionlessly: "The days are still long, and we have plenty of time to play slowly with this guy."
The two night watchmen stepped forward and picked up the seriously injured man, lifting him up like a dead dog.
It is conceivable what kind of brutal torture Zabu will face.
Limbs drooped.
The three of them staggered past the haystack where little Ivan was hiding.
He gritted his teeth and turned his head sideways.
He glanced at the haystack calmly, and the pale-faced Zabu grinned.
The brows were filled with unspoken relief.
"Teacher Zabu..."
Among the haystacks.
Ivanov gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but still couldn't break the opponent's seal. He could only watch Zabu being forcibly taken away by the opponent.
"Your Majesty the Duke..."
The accompanying night watchman came to Mikhail's side and asked respectfully: "What should we do with the remaining villagers in the square?"
Looking towards the square.
Mikhail's eyes were extremely cold.
All the old, weak, women, and children in the village were squatting in the snow shivering. A dozen night watchmen surrounded them, making it impossible for them to escape.
"They're just a bunch of untouchables who eat everything in and out..."
He raised his hand and put away the silver Western sword, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village.
Mikhail ordered without looking back: "Send them on their way. As for this village... let it burn down!"
"Yes, obey!"
He nodded respectfully.
The night watchman turned towards the square and made a cold beheading gesture from a distance.
next moment--
The crazy massacre started suddenly in the square!
Dozens of night watchmen summoned armed monsters and killed all the helpless villagers in front of them.
No old people, women or even newborn babies were left alive!
"You bastard... no, stop it... stop it!"
Unable to move, Ivanov trembled all over.
Blood flowed down from the biting lips and had already been mixed with the tears on the cheeks.
Kill them all and leave no grass growing.
Mikhail stood with his hands behind his back and left arrogantly with the dying Zabu.
The village at the foot of the mountain was engulfed in a sea of fire, and all traces were reduced to ashes in the blazing flames.
I do not know how long it has been.
The original power of the seal suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The stubborn young man struggled to break out of the haystack, but what he faced was a dilapidated and miserable situation that had turned into scorched earth.
"Ah~~~"
Stumbling around in the ruined village.
Ivanov searched for a whole day and didn't see a single living person until nightfall.
What always comes into view is the cold and charred corpses, as well as the ubiquitous silence and despair.
"Why...why is this happening!!"
It was snowing and windy, and it was pitch black like an eternity of night.
Weeping bitterly, he collapsed in the snow, holding the "Behemoth of the Sky. Weapon Control" that transformed into a sniper rifle.
Clench your teeth hard.
He took out half a pack of cigarettes from his arms, which was the last inventory that he had brought over from Zabu.
A little red fire light lit up.
Ivanov picked up the cigarette holder and took a long drag with tears in his eyes.
"I want to live..."
Raising the freak sniper rifle in his hand, the mud-covered boy raised his head and shouted.
"The royal family of the Principality of Isa...Duke Mikhail, before I die, I will definitely make you pay with blood!"
The young man in front of him raised his head, and the tears on his cheeks had already frozen due to the cold.
The helpless wails to the sky echoed at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, like ghosts screaming miserably in vain.
