Primordial Sequence

In the seventh city, Bolton, who had not eaten for seven days, leaned weakly against the wall. He stared blankly in front of him. There were piles of carrion covered with maggots, and a broken head was just thrown there casually. , white maggots were crawling in his rotting eye sockets, and a disgusting stench filled the air.

"Are you going to die? I will not eat human flesh." Feeling that his vitality was quickly disappearing, Bolton showed a smile on his face, his eyes wandering, as if he was recalling something beautiful.

"Boom..."

The door to the isolation room opened, and a man carrying a gas lamp walked in. When he saw Bolton, who was in good health, there was a little emotion in his tone.

"You can go home, you are qualified."

After saying that, two people came in carrying a stretcher. They took Bolton to a luxurious room, treated his wounds, bathed him, shaved him, fed him milk, jam and a bottle of red potion. Gradually he recovered. With physical strength, Bolton cried and laughed for the rest of his life. These seven days of hellish experience were something he would never forget. In order to survive, he killed four innocent people. He watched them rot in front of him. He even dreamed of them every night. To the head that was smashed by himself.

"You look like you're recovering well."

Bolton turned around and saw Ori standing behind him holding various gifts with a faint smile on his expression.

Only then did Bolton react. He wanted to try to see if he could get up, but as soon as he exerted force, he found that his whole body was warm. When he looked down, he saw that his suppurated arm was intact as before. If it weren't for a faint He thought he was dreaming.

"This is a healing potion, and it is also a bottle of extraordinary potion. You are lucky to have survived." Ori said as he placed the gift in front of Bolton with a somewhat pleased tone.

"You are qualified. These are the gifts we give you, including 20 gold coins, a set of handmade long skirts, the special perfume of the Madica Empire, a set of the latest mechanical dolls, and exquisite cream cakes. I heard that you have A good wife, I think she would love to see that."

"Devils, you are all demons, I want to go home." Bolton was a little excited when he heard this. These demons are just hypocritical liars.

Seeing that Bolton was about to leave, Ori did not stop him. Instead, he spoke in a low voice.

"Three days ago, the Principality of Asgar imposed a blockade on the kingdom, so there was panic in the city. Are you sure you don't want to bring something back? Are you not hungry? What about your wife and children?"

Bolton stopped when he heard this. He came to work at the monastery just to make a living. He didn't know what happened to his family in the past few days when he disappeared? He thought for a while but picked up the gift and ran outside quickly.

Seeing his expression gradually turn cold as he left Ori, he looked at the men around him and spoke in a low voice.

"Those gangsters haven't done enough, do they need me to teach them how to be evil?"

When he heard this, his eyebrows jumped and he retreated hastily.

On Brown Street, Bolton looked relaxed after seeing the light of day again. He decided to hide his murder, and then stayed away from those devils and lived with his wife and children. Thinking of this, he touched the gold coins in his pocket and his expression A little excited, these gold coins are enough for them for half a year.

But after walking for a while, he found that everyone on the street was in panic. Everyone walked quickly with their heads down, as if something had happened. Bolton, who felt uneasy, quickened his pace. He looked from a distance. When I arrived at my home, I saw my door open, but I didn't see my wife.

Bolton ran over excitedly when he saw it. When he saw the scene in the room, he immediately froze in place. The gift in his hand fell to the ground. He saw his wife lying in ragged clothes in the middle of the hall, her body The red blood stains on her lower body were extremely glaring. Her head was twisted and she looked at the door. Her bloodshot eyes were full of pain and disappointment. This scene stimulated Bolton's nerves. He immediately exclaimed and ran away in a hurry. past.

"No...what happened? No...who...who did it..."

"Ah...Mom..."

Just as Bolton was holding the body and wailing and crying in grief, he suddenly heard the screams of a child coming from the backyard. He was immediately shaken and put down the body and chased after it.

"ah……"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw his child hanging on the tree and letting out his last scream. He saw with his own eyes that his child was split in half by two strong men the moment he pushed the door open. , the clattering internal organs and the painful eyes all made him suffer a mental breakdown. The two burly men next to the corpse also turned their heads when they heard the movement.

"Ah...beast."

Bolton went completely crazy after witnessing this scene. He rushed over without any hesitation. The two strong men dropped their long knives and picked up the black wooden sticks next to them and came forward.

"Let's see who beats him to death first. It's too boring to use a knife too fast." A strong man said ferociously. As he spoke, the wooden stick hit Bolton's head and face, but Bolton was not a vegetarian. He was a man who had experienced life and death fights. After a fight, he killed two strong men. He roared to the sky with scars and then fainted due to excessive grief.

On Brown Street, Ori, who felt it was almost time, put a checkmark on Bolton's name, and his eyes became extremely penetrating.

"Sir, you've basically had a nervous breakdown. Are you going to start the next batch?"

"Well... tell the gangster that the more he does it, the more rewards he will get. The more people die in the Seventh City, the more precious things he gets."

"yes……"

The footsteps were getting farther and farther. Ori looked at the list in front of him and laughed with bloodshot eyes. His laughter was so thick that his fingers even made five fingerprints on the table.

"The cultist that Lady Yardley is talking about is probably me, right? Love...family...friendship, how exciting it is to destroy these things with your own hands."

On the best clock tower in the seventh city, Casca and Gandalf calmly looked at the thick smoke below. The occasional screams and cries of pain made Gandalf smile.

"Casgar, do you think they are ghosts or humans? Once they are not restrained, they are the most terrifying demons."

Casca was silent for a moment after hearing this. He smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, his expression a little heavy.

"You use the power of the 'Lawful One' to awaken the desires of some people."

"Yes, I only need to awaken the desires of a few ordinary gangsters. Without the constraints of the monastery, they will unleash the violence in their hearts without any scruples."

Hearing this, Casca looked deeply at Gandalf and said, "I underestimated Sequence Nine too much. You have changed too much recently."

Hearing this, Gandalf said calmly, "Do you know what the fourth stage of Sequence Nine is called? He is called the 'Expeller'. He can completely control the power of desire and expel the hope and beauty that are possessed for no reason."

Casca looked thoughtful when he heard this, and finally walked away first.

"I'll go back and choose a venue. The machinery you bought should be here."

"Hehe, as long as you like it, I have to go see those disobedient little cuties."

Half an hour later, Gandalf, wearing a seagull mask, arrived at a secluded manor. He pushed open a bookshelf and walked in.

"Ah... kill me, please kill me." As soon as Gandalf opened the door, he heard the screams inside that shocked him. He walked down gently and saw a few Naked people were hung on the wall by iron hooks. Their hands and feet were pierced by the iron hooks. Every time they moved, the wounds on their hands and feet would be torn. Red blood suddenly flowed out, dripping on the ground and turning into a ball of water. steam.

"Sir, you are here." Several members of the monastery heard the footsteps and looked back. When they discovered that it was Gandalf, they immediately bowed and saluted respectfully.

"Are they spies from those forces?"

Looking at the three men and one woman caught by the iron hook, Gandalf spoke indifferently.

"Lord Red Mask said that they are from Hades, the Church of the Sun, the Adventurer's Guild, and the Rose Sect." After hearing this, Gandalf looked at the woman, thought for a while, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Why are the Rose Sect people here? You also want to share this cake. Even if you can grab it, can you hold it?"

The lady opened her mouth when she heard this, and a large piece of coke suddenly spit out from her mouth. Her mouth was blurred, and light red blood flowed out of her ulcerated mouth every time she said a word.

"I...passed...by."

Gandalf laughed when he heard this, "Then you are unlucky. It's impossible to let you go. I'll give you a good time." After hearing this, the lady's eyes showed a hint of gratitude, and Gandalf walked up to her. In front of his body, he held his head and twisted it.

"Crack..." The lady's body softened, and Gandalf clapped his hands and spoke in a low voice.

"Send him away for burial. The Rose Sect is probably not a spy."

After speaking, Gandalf walked up to the man next to him. He casually picked up a knife and stabbed it into the man's thigh. The unconscious man moved, but his mouth moved but he still didn't say anything.

"Forget it, don't ask. If you encounter the Adventurer's Guild, the Church of the Sun, the Aurora Society, and the Underworld in the future, you will be killed directly. Today, I will let you experience the punishment of Sequence Nine." After saying this, Gandalf's body surged with blood. A magic.

"Nose punishment..."

His faint voice echoed in the room, and the noses of three men were cut off out of thin air, and red blood spurted out.

"Ah..." The man who was almost tortured suddenly screamed.

"Sight torture."

Gandalf looked at it and continued to speak indifferently.

"Hiss..." His eyeballs suddenly exploded, and the broken tissue of the eyeballs spurted out along with blood, splattering everywhere.

"Oral torture."

"Ear torture."

"Heart torture."

"Lung punishment."

"Liver punishment."

"..."

In less than a moment, the three men were chopped up into a pile of flesh. Every time Gandalf said a word, they lost an organ.

"It's boring. I'll share the meat from these extraordinary beings with you. I heard it tastes pretty good." Looking at the pile of meat slices at his feet, Gandalf wiped his hands and turned to leave. Several members of the Priory were immediately surprised when he heard this. Looking at the pile of minced meat with green eyes.