As I pierced Oneku�s neck at great speed, I heard a pick and the sound of wind cutting.

���uh?�

Only after blood spurted from the stuck blade did the killers understand the situation.

�You son of a bitch!�

Chagall, who bent his upper body at the speed of the axe, twisted his body and held out his left hand.

�Yup!�

At the same time as grabbing the man�s neck, the rapid-fire sword in his right hand reciprocated rapidly.

Pupper pupper puck!

It looked like a vibration, and blood and intestines poured out at the same time from the abdomen where 17 blades were stuck.

�Turn it off���

�What, a serial killer?�

As the man rolled his eyes and collapsed, Chagall turned around with a new dagger in his hand.

�Then, who wants to die?��The forest was silent.

The remaining five were instinctively aware of Chagall�s speedy killing technique.

�Get ready.�

Scattered around Etella, each of them took out their own weapons and revealed their will to live.

�They are like us.�

�confederate?�

Chagall�s eyebrows twitched.

I don�t think I�m more noble than them, but there was a law that there was a class in killing skills.

�I don�t mix anywhere.�Leave the goosebumps aside and only attack the dead.�

�At one time we thought so too.��A pot-bellied man with no pigtails approached, wrapping steel wire around his palm several times.

�I don�t know what era you�re from, but this is hell.�A society where guys like us are law-abiding citizens.�If you hold on with a small amount of pride, you will be baptized by fierce victors.�

�Black sorghum?�

The pot-bellied laughed.

�You don�t know anything either.�I�ll slowly teach you the horrors of hell.�Have you ever heard of Edron the Strangler?��Chagall�s expression was indifferent, but Ethella looked back at the man with a surprised expression.

�Strangler Edron.�A murderer who brutally strangled 109 humans 180 years ago.�

Edron pulled the steel wire tight.

�It doesn�t matter.�If you can choke a living thing.�Of course, humans are the most fun.�That expression with a long tongue sticking out and eyes rolling around.�The action of struggling to live is driving me crazy.�

According to Etela�s memory, he was in prison. JrNovels.com