Give Me the Name of God

Three days later, Ismail the Butcher’s banquet was held at Left-wing Star Mountain. Nine of the fourteen bandit leaders from Qixing Mountain came. This did not include the “Lord of the Sky” and the Butcher himself. It seemed that the Butcher was quite popular in Qixing Mountain. .

Compared to the Lord of the Sky's cottage, the Butcher's cottage is a little more cramped. Nine bandit leaders and their attendants crowded into the not-so-spacious hall, talking about their respective heroic deeds. If there is any overlap, let's be more truthful. Those who had no contact with each other were talking nonsense, and Manda, who was observing in secret, seemed to have seen a class reunion in the previous life, but their topics were more bloody.

Cemetery Lord Jamalu said: Two months ago, I met some shepherds from Blackwater City. The leader was a tough guy. I asked him to keep ten sheep, but he refused, so I killed his two younger brothers. , he still refused to bow his head, so I simply killed everyone around him. As long as he was willing to beg for mercy, I could leave him a way to live. But in the end, this idiot still held a wooden stick and fought hard with me. I gave him his skin. I peeled it off. You know my craftsmanship. It was very clean. I spread the skin under the saddle. When I meet the shepherds in Blackwater City in the future, I will show them this human skin. After seeing it, they will It’s more disciplined.”

Jamalu, don't think of yourself as a hero, Umut, the messenger of death, sneered, I know this. You not only asked for ten sheep at the beginning, but also ruined the shepherd's wife. He is the one who fights tooth and nail with you.

Jamalu curled his lips and said, So what? That woman is dry and thin. Normally, I wouldn't even bother to look at her!

Ghost Assassin Deschi asked: Is there anything special about that day? Did you take the wrong herbal medicine again?

Jamalu has been in the habit of taking herbal medicine for many years, not to cure diseases, but because he believed the words of a wizard who said that this would allow him to complete the level as soon as possible.

Listening to the ridicule of the crowd, Jamalu spat: I am the lord of the cemetery. No matter where I go, I should leave a grave! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me? Are you considered a kind person? De Siqi, I remember one time you killed more than thirty people in one go, and they took out everything, but you still didn’t let them go.”

Deschi sneered: Killing mortals is the power given to us by the gods, but I have never raped a woman.

That's because you're useless. Ask McCord (the Jungle Devil). Last time, a liquor seller passed by. He didn't spare anyone from old to young, male or female. He also boiled a child. After eating it, the child’s cry spread throughout the forest, you have all heard of it, right?”

After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere in the hall reached a climax. The jungle demon McCord said in a hoarse voice: Why hasn't Lord Overlord come yet?

The butcher laughed dryly and said, We're almost there.

The Lord of the Cemetery ate a large piece of bacon, wiped his mouth and said: While he hasn't come yet, let's talk about serious matters. How do you plan to deal with Rose Angel? He doesn't show up now. Are you going to rush to Xingshan and him? A fight?”

The butcher replied absently: That's fine, that's fine.

The ghost assassin shook his head and said: This is not a good idea. Roses have thorns, and the thorns are poisonous. If we want to defeat him in his lair, just a few of us may not be enough.

The jungle demon said: There is also Lord Master!

The butcher responded: Yes, there is also Lord Master.

The messenger said: If Lord Overlord is willing to take action, we may be able to destroy Qiangwei's lair. By then...

He looked at everyone, and everyone looked at him. The cemetery lord whispered: We can drive him out of Qixing Mountain by then.

The ghost assassin sneered: Don't you want to leave a cemetery on Touxing Mountain? How can he be missing from that cemetery?

You mean to kill him?

Everyone's eyes turned to the butcher, who laughed dryly and said, Drink more, eat more meat, and then we can talk about serious matters when the Lord Master comes.

Through the window, she saw that everyone had completely relaxed their guard under the influence of alcohol, and Manda felt that the time had come.

He walked into the hall, and under the gaze of everyone, he smiled and said, Everyone, are you satisfied with the food?

The cemetery lord was startled: Who are you?

The ghost assassin looked around and said, I think I've seen you before.

The jungle demon croaked: You are the one who asked Lord Master for land.

The messenger also thought of Manda: What is your name Roman? Is your land coming soon?

Everyone burst into laughter, and Manda smiled and said: I have obtained my land. The Lord of the Sky is a very generous man. He gave me the entire Tail Star Mountain and moved to hell alone.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and the ghost assassin tilted his head and looked at Manda, asking: Stupid pig, do you know what you are talking about?

I'm too lazy to repeat what I said before. I came here to ask you a question, Manda moved her shoulders and asked, Who gave you the nickname? Why does it sound so disgusting?

Little bastard! The cemetery lord picked up the knife, Believe it or not, I'll skin you!

How to peel it off? Like this? Manda suddenly came behind the cemetery lord and peeled off his fat right cheek.

The cemetery lord cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Just as the ghost assassin next to him was about to take action, Manda cut off his wrist first.

The jungle demon stood up and pounced on Manda. Manda grabbed his hair and pushed him into the boiling soup pot: Is that what the child called? Your voice seems not loud enough.

Deathbringer was the only one who had the chance to draw his sword. Unfortunately, as soon as his sword was unsheathed, the lion girl outside the door broke in, stretched out her sharp claws and ripped off his skull.

The ghost assassin with a broken hand took advantage of the chaos and ran out of the door. Each bandit leader left a dozen followers outside.

Where have these idiots gone? The ghost assassin looked around and finally saw their figures behind the wooden house.

The bandit leader's entourage was tied together, and more than a hundred people were squirming like meat balls in the snow.

Although their mouths were gagged, they could still make a low whine, like the crooning of some eerie choir.

Moira and Pluto were busy slicing their necks, pressing them to the ground like chickens, one after another.

The ghost assassin blocked his mouth with his remaining hand and wanted to leave as quietly as possible, but Moira spotted him as soon as he took a step.

In fact, Moira had noticed him a long time ago, but she was too busy with the work at hand to bother with him.

Why did you run out? Moira looked at the ghost assassin and said, It's dangerous outside, go back quickly!

The ghost assassin desperately wanted to escape, but Sanjila, who was patrolling in the air, suddenly swooped down and grabbed his neck.

Didn't I tell you? It's very dangerous outside. Don't run around. I was up there just now. I heard you say that you killed more than thirty people at a time. I guess you can get out of there with more than thirty stabs.

Sanjila stuffed the ghost assassin back into the butcher's hall, and knocked down all the ones who should be brought down. Manda was carefully peeling off the graveyard lord's skin piece by piece.

Don't scream so loudly. You are someone close to the gods. I heard the butcher say that there are hundreds of human skins in your village. If I don't take your belt back, your people won't listen to me. Of course, even if they listen to me, I can keep at least half of it...

The blood sprayed layer by layer on the butcher's face, and he had long been numb to it.

He sat at the dining table, not daring to leave or talking nonsense. After being silent for a long time, he picked up his fork and started eating.

A piece of greasy blood sprayed onto the plate. The butcher didn't care, picked up the meat on the plate and ate it in one bite.