When Valoran meets the hero of American comics
Chapter 137 Scarlet Moon (1)
In ancient China, there was a kind of torture called "Lingchi".
It is said that an operator at the peak of his skills can make the victim be cut into pieces hundreds or thousands of times without dying. The pain and wailing will last for several days, and he can even drink porridge during the process.
However, no matter how heinous the person who was executed was, this kind of punishment could only be suffered once. At least there is no record in the historical data of rescuing the person Ling Chi and then scratching him again.
However, at this time, someone in a certain church in the United States is enjoying this unprecedented honor.
Berea, who is less than 30 years old this year, is an ordinary person and does not have the special gene to cut out his bladder and use it as a water balloon to step on and still hear the noise as if nothing happened.
After dropping out of school, he worked with a gang for a while, but soon he went out on his own because of low income and being under control.
Today, he is officially a church pastor and leader.
Although there is no official recognition, he has always been extremely proud of the identity he "earned" with his own hands.
My favorite thing to do on weekdays is to pretend to read the Bible, even if there are many incomplete words and sentences that I can only choose to skip.
It was indeed with his own hands that he stabbed his own uncle, the old pastor of the church here, to death, and then he openly put on his religious uniform and regarded himself as a servant of the Lord.
Unlike the old priest, Berea did not regard "priest" as a lifelong ideal and pursuit, but as a skin that could cover up his blood.
Under this church, Berea and his collaborators excavated and built a flesh and blood slaughterhouse.
"Pigs" were sent in one after another to be dismembered, and a variety of fresh organs were produced and flowed into the black market, in exchange for the intoxicating Franklin for everyone to squander.
It must be said that Berea's mind is very flexible.
He neither targets the kidnapping of residents walking around like his stupid counterparts, nor does he go to the black market to buy troublesome elements who are about to be disposed of, so he has never been targeted. Whether it's the police or a gang trying to get to the bottom of something.
The real source of goods has always been homeless people whose origins no one can explain, as well as a large number of stowaways.
In fact, among the agencies responsible for smuggling people on the U.S. border, in addition to some real intermediaries who get paid to do things, many of them are suppliers who work happily with him.
Those who are passionate about the "American Dream" will be drugged unconscious after getting on the bus, and then be sent to a workshop under the church.
In a sense, their advertising slogan is indeed true: "Three hundred dollars will take you to the United States and to heaven."
The long-term business brought huge profits, and Berea was very proud of it. He held the Bible many times and listened to the wailing chants of the donors, as if he was really an angel herding all living beings.
Now, the feeling has become reality, a masked man comes to the door, and the white church floor is covered with dark red blood.
The former collaborators knelt in front of the high platform one after another, with their chests and abdomen pierced, holding organs in their hands, their eyes were bleeding, and their mouths seemed to be murmuring. They were as beautiful as devout believers praying for the arrival of angels.
An angel will soon be here, and Berea is that angel.
The masked man was slashing his body with a carving knife, his eyes were wild, and he was reciting poetry that no one could understand.
"Everyone who sees you will shed tears for your beauty."
The excited and trembling voice made Berea completely lose hope, and he let the other party manipulate him with dim eyes. However, at this moment, the other party stopped what he was doing and left the church, as if he was in a hurry to deal with some urgent matters.
After chatting with Ivan, Jhin began to transfer magic power to the other party through the air to activate the unknown star cluster.
Then, Soraka descended, and the starlight of mercy filled the world.
When the "Fate Master" returned to the church hall again, the work that he had put in countless efforts and was about to be completed was intact as before, and there was no trace of the inspiration and talent that Jhin had exerted on it.
"That's it, Cripple."
"I won, your bullshit art is gone"
Seeing the masked man come in, the blood on Berea's face, who had recovered as before, faded away, and his expression changed from despair to anxiety, and finally turned into madness.
He picked up the gun, his arms shaking.
This was the last insurance he had hidden under a wooden board on the high platform. If not for the fact that the wire restraints tied to his body had not disappeared after the starlight dissipated, he would have had to spend a lot of effort to get the weapon.
Firearms have no effect against Jhin.
Those who didn't believe this were all kneeling under the high platform, holding their own internal organs in a gesture of sacrifice.
Starlight can heal all injuries, but it cannot revive the dead. Berea's collaborators have been dead for a long time, and they only look like they have recently died because of Jhin's magic preservation.
Berea knew how difficult the monster on the opposite side was, so he planned to shoot the bullet from the gun into his own head.
The body of flesh and blood is not a stone without feeling. It has been "cut, polished" and "carved with great care" for a day and a night, leaving Berea's spirit always on the verge of collapse. He thought about it more than once Can have a good time.
But now, with his body as healthy as ever and the pain gone, he tremblingly picked up the gun, but he no longer had the determination he had just thought about.
Jin watched with interest and did not disturb him. This is also part of the artistic quality of the work.
"If I want to die, he will still torture me like this."
"No, no, no, the results of his hard work all day and night are gone. He won't have the patience to do that anymore. I'll talk to him and he will let me go."
Various thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally, Berea, who made up his mind, gritted his teeth and picked up the gun in his hand.
"bang bang bang bang"
Once the magazine was empty, the shooter subconsciously let out a long sigh of relief.
However, when he saw the yellow bullet at the masked man's feet and his still elegant demeanor, he could only smile miserably and dropped the gun in his hand in despair.
"Let me go, please, I really know I was wrong."
Berea knelt on the high platform and cried, racking his brains to organize words to beg for mercy: "I still have a lot of money, I will give it all to you, no, donate it all, I will be a volunteer for the rest of my life to atone for my sins, and I will always do my best. die"
"Please let me go, okay?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jhin shook his head and let out an inexplicable chuckle: "When you were just scratched, the only thing you thought about was to find an opportunity to commit suicide, right?"
"But just now, you fired all the bullets at me when you knew you couldn't escape, instead of using them to end your own life."
"I"
Berea wanted to defend, but suddenly found that he couldn't say anything. The feeling of being out of control came to him again.
"You're taking your chances, thinking that if you can beat me to death, you can escape and ascend to heaven, and be free."
"It's just like the repentance and commitment you are saying now. After the wounds are scabbed and the blade is removed from your neck, all the words that sound sincere and heartfelt will become censored and banned dramas."
Jin waved his hand, and the curtain next to the flower window fell off and turned into iron wire. The intact Berea was hung up around the beam, which made him full of horror and pleading as he recalled something.
"Time is running out, we have to start over"
Jhin glanced at the audience with blood and tears on their faces. The magic that was left on them to keep them fresh was about to dissipate. Before that, he had to prepare the angels who were invited.
As for continuing to use magic to keep them alive at this time, this solution has never appeared in Jhin's mind.
The artist is very restrained in the use of magic when making works, and even basically prohibits it. If his boss hadn't interrupted him this time, he wouldn't have made any exceptions.
Fortunately, the starlight brought by Soraka restored Berea to its original state. When the magic dissipated, the angel came to the dust, and the work that might have had minor flaws would be perfect again.
"You should be looking forward to this rare opportunity to come back again."
"I have sworn many times that my current work is an unparalleled and unsurpassable pinnacle, but I lied every time. Now, you are lucky enough to truly carry perfection, and I will devote all my efforts to it."
It is said that an operator at the peak of his skills can make the victim be cut into pieces hundreds or thousands of times without dying. The pain and wailing will last for several days, and he can even drink porridge during the process.
However, no matter how heinous the person who was executed was, this kind of punishment could only be suffered once. At least there is no record in the historical data of rescuing the person Ling Chi and then scratching him again.
However, at this time, someone in a certain church in the United States is enjoying this unprecedented honor.
Berea, who is less than 30 years old this year, is an ordinary person and does not have the special gene to cut out his bladder and use it as a water balloon to step on and still hear the noise as if nothing happened.
After dropping out of school, he worked with a gang for a while, but soon he went out on his own because of low income and being under control.
Today, he is officially a church pastor and leader.
Although there is no official recognition, he has always been extremely proud of the identity he "earned" with his own hands.
My favorite thing to do on weekdays is to pretend to read the Bible, even if there are many incomplete words and sentences that I can only choose to skip.
It was indeed with his own hands that he stabbed his own uncle, the old pastor of the church here, to death, and then he openly put on his religious uniform and regarded himself as a servant of the Lord.
Unlike the old priest, Berea did not regard "priest" as a lifelong ideal and pursuit, but as a skin that could cover up his blood.
Under this church, Berea and his collaborators excavated and built a flesh and blood slaughterhouse.
"Pigs" were sent in one after another to be dismembered, and a variety of fresh organs were produced and flowed into the black market, in exchange for the intoxicating Franklin for everyone to squander.
It must be said that Berea's mind is very flexible.
He neither targets the kidnapping of residents walking around like his stupid counterparts, nor does he go to the black market to buy troublesome elements who are about to be disposed of, so he has never been targeted. Whether it's the police or a gang trying to get to the bottom of something.
The real source of goods has always been homeless people whose origins no one can explain, as well as a large number of stowaways.
In fact, among the agencies responsible for smuggling people on the U.S. border, in addition to some real intermediaries who get paid to do things, many of them are suppliers who work happily with him.
Those who are passionate about the "American Dream" will be drugged unconscious after getting on the bus, and then be sent to a workshop under the church.
In a sense, their advertising slogan is indeed true: "Three hundred dollars will take you to the United States and to heaven."
The long-term business brought huge profits, and Berea was very proud of it. He held the Bible many times and listened to the wailing chants of the donors, as if he was really an angel herding all living beings.
Now, the feeling has become reality, a masked man comes to the door, and the white church floor is covered with dark red blood.
The former collaborators knelt in front of the high platform one after another, with their chests and abdomen pierced, holding organs in their hands, their eyes were bleeding, and their mouths seemed to be murmuring. They were as beautiful as devout believers praying for the arrival of angels.
An angel will soon be here, and Berea is that angel.
The masked man was slashing his body with a carving knife, his eyes were wild, and he was reciting poetry that no one could understand.
"Everyone who sees you will shed tears for your beauty."
The excited and trembling voice made Berea completely lose hope, and he let the other party manipulate him with dim eyes. However, at this moment, the other party stopped what he was doing and left the church, as if he was in a hurry to deal with some urgent matters.
After chatting with Ivan, Jhin began to transfer magic power to the other party through the air to activate the unknown star cluster.
Then, Soraka descended, and the starlight of mercy filled the world.
When the "Fate Master" returned to the church hall again, the work that he had put in countless efforts and was about to be completed was intact as before, and there was no trace of the inspiration and talent that Jhin had exerted on it.
"That's it, Cripple."
"I won, your bullshit art is gone"
Seeing the masked man come in, the blood on Berea's face, who had recovered as before, faded away, and his expression changed from despair to anxiety, and finally turned into madness.
He picked up the gun, his arms shaking.
This was the last insurance he had hidden under a wooden board on the high platform. If not for the fact that the wire restraints tied to his body had not disappeared after the starlight dissipated, he would have had to spend a lot of effort to get the weapon.
Firearms have no effect against Jhin.
Those who didn't believe this were all kneeling under the high platform, holding their own internal organs in a gesture of sacrifice.
Starlight can heal all injuries, but it cannot revive the dead. Berea's collaborators have been dead for a long time, and they only look like they have recently died because of Jhin's magic preservation.
Berea knew how difficult the monster on the opposite side was, so he planned to shoot the bullet from the gun into his own head.
The body of flesh and blood is not a stone without feeling. It has been "cut, polished" and "carved with great care" for a day and a night, leaving Berea's spirit always on the verge of collapse. He thought about it more than once Can have a good time.
But now, with his body as healthy as ever and the pain gone, he tremblingly picked up the gun, but he no longer had the determination he had just thought about.
Jin watched with interest and did not disturb him. This is also part of the artistic quality of the work.
"If I want to die, he will still torture me like this."
"No, no, no, the results of his hard work all day and night are gone. He won't have the patience to do that anymore. I'll talk to him and he will let me go."
Various thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally, Berea, who made up his mind, gritted his teeth and picked up the gun in his hand.
"bang bang bang bang"
Once the magazine was empty, the shooter subconsciously let out a long sigh of relief.
However, when he saw the yellow bullet at the masked man's feet and his still elegant demeanor, he could only smile miserably and dropped the gun in his hand in despair.
"Let me go, please, I really know I was wrong."
Berea knelt on the high platform and cried, racking his brains to organize words to beg for mercy: "I still have a lot of money, I will give it all to you, no, donate it all, I will be a volunteer for the rest of my life to atone for my sins, and I will always do my best. die"
"Please let me go, okay?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jhin shook his head and let out an inexplicable chuckle: "When you were just scratched, the only thing you thought about was to find an opportunity to commit suicide, right?"
"But just now, you fired all the bullets at me when you knew you couldn't escape, instead of using them to end your own life."
"I"
Berea wanted to defend, but suddenly found that he couldn't say anything. The feeling of being out of control came to him again.
"You're taking your chances, thinking that if you can beat me to death, you can escape and ascend to heaven, and be free."
"It's just like the repentance and commitment you are saying now. After the wounds are scabbed and the blade is removed from your neck, all the words that sound sincere and heartfelt will become censored and banned dramas."
Jin waved his hand, and the curtain next to the flower window fell off and turned into iron wire. The intact Berea was hung up around the beam, which made him full of horror and pleading as he recalled something.
"Time is running out, we have to start over"
Jhin glanced at the audience with blood and tears on their faces. The magic that was left on them to keep them fresh was about to dissipate. Before that, he had to prepare the angels who were invited.
As for continuing to use magic to keep them alive at this time, this solution has never appeared in Jhin's mind.
The artist is very restrained in the use of magic when making works, and even basically prohibits it. If his boss hadn't interrupted him this time, he wouldn't have made any exceptions.
Fortunately, the starlight brought by Soraka restored Berea to its original state. When the magic dissipated, the angel came to the dust, and the work that might have had minor flaws would be perfect again.
"You should be looking forward to this rare opportunity to come back again."
"I have sworn many times that my current work is an unparalleled and unsurpassable pinnacle, but I lied every time. Now, you are lucky enough to truly carry perfection, and I will devote all my efforts to it."
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