They all call me master

Chapter 862 Academy IV

Moonlight, white robes.

The moment they saw the two figures standing in front of the door of the Saint Joan of Arc Academy, Jimt and Karal stopped immediately.

Under the moonlight, white should be holy.

However, Jimt and Karal smelled blood.

It was faint, but lingering.

It was like a nightmare at midnight.

Or...

The evil spirit beside your bed.

It stared at you in your sleep, listened to your breathing, stretched out its cold and sharp claws from the top of your head, and swept across your hair, forehead, nose, lips, and chin.

Then, it grabbed your throat.

You were suddenly attacked in your sleep.

A moment of awakening.

You were terrified.

You suffocated.

You wanted to resist, but you were powerless.

This makes it laugh, and it opens its mouth and starts tearing the flesh on your face. When you tremble in pain, you naturally hear the sound of flesh being torn apart, mixed with the sound of sucking. The blood makes it more excited. It is no longer satisfied with this piece of flesh, but is targeting your eyes, nose, and ears.

Death begins to come with a creaking sound.

And you no longer resist.

You have long been powerless to resist.

But its game continues.

This time, it aims at your internal organs.

The pain of having your belly opened and the strange feeling of having your heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys pulled out make you groan for the last time before death, a groan that satisfies it.

Jimt and Karal shook their heads quickly.

The two of them instantly got rid of the illusion that they were almost there.

‘Secret technique?

Talent? ’

The two speculated, but their eyes were fixed on the two figures in front of them without blinking.

The robes that should have been white, in the eyes of the two men, appeared bloody, as if countless creatures were wailing, staining the last moment of despair on the robes.

Jimt immediately laughed.

A gentle, yet shy smile.

"You two, we have no intention of offending you.

We will leave now."

As he said that, Jimt pulled Karal, whose eyes were filled with excitement, and began to retreat.

It is true that the 'Saint. Joan of Arc Women's College' is an excellent hiding place.

However, it does not mean that the 'Saint. Joan of Arc Women's College' is the only choice.

They have other options.

It is not necessary to fight the two 'murderers' in front of them.

That's right!

Murderers!

Jimt finally identified the origins of the two weird guys in front of him - murderers, a kind of monster with extremely high talent but twisted, full of blood, tyranny and cruelty.

Moreover, it is a man-made monster.

Only when a person's personality is distorted since childhood and he has to live among people for a long time, and then separates the distorted personality into a normal personality, and then encounters distortion again and kills, can a monster be born.

This kind of man-made monster does not need to learn any secret techniques, and can become stronger as time goes by.

As for the ritual?

Their experience is the most perfect ritual.

More importantly, this ritual is repeatable.

Every time it is repeated, this monster will become geometrically powerful.

It's like the 'Ripper' in the early Silver Age!

The other party only hunted five innocent people in total.

However, the other party's strength, not to mention that he went directly from obscurity to the level, he also awakened three extremely suitable talents when he became Araka, Great Akali, and the entry.

And when he ascended the level, he even awakened the terrible ability of 'Blood Cross' that can affect the thinking of others.

If the other party had not disappeared at the end, the newly opened 'Silver Age' would have come to an end directly.

Of course, some people also said that the other party was killed by a brave man.

But the latter is just a rumor, and no one has any real evidence.

Many people even think that it was a drunken bard's fabrication.

But no matter what, Jimt doesn't want to have anything to do with the existence of a "murderer".

However, Karal is different.

Karal's eyes are shining, and his palm has involuntarily placed on the hilt of the sword-

He thinks that the two targets in front of him are worth a kill.

If he kills these two guys...

He might be able to climb the stairs quickly.

Karal involuntarily stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and the look in his eyes became more excited, bloodthirsty and...

violent.

A layer of light scarlet covered Karal under the moonlight, as if he was wearing a red raincoat.

Jimt, who was holding Karal, almost cursed.

What is more unlucky than meeting a "murderer"?

Of course, meeting two.

What is more unlucky than meeting two murderers?

That is, a companion who thinks he is normal is also a murderer.

Jimet never thought that Karal would be a murderer.

He looked normal.

Although he pretended to be arrogant and unruly, he was actually sharp, intelligent, and had outstanding swordsmanship...

Jimet sweated as he thought about it.

The more he thought about it, the more Jimet felt that Karal was a murderer.

Not only Karal, but he was also a murderer.

‘No way!

No way!

How could my personality be distorted since childhood?

My aunt loves me! ’

Gimt was determined in his heart, and the palm holding Karal's arm exerted a little force.

Karal was stunned.

Then, he came to his senses.

He looked at the two figures in front of him with regret.

If it weren't for the adults, he would have killed these two guys.

The two retreated like this.

One smiled honestly and gently, and the other was full of regret but firm.

This scene fell into the eyes of Amy and Sarah, and they felt that they had encountered a lunatic.

'Is this the person the boss is looking for?

Looks weird.

Did he hurt his brain? '

Amy thought in her heart, and a kind of unkindness appeared in her eyes when she looked at Karal - she unconsciously wanted to give Karal a kick in the crotch.

Sarah, who was soft in character, lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Karal, let alone Jimt. She always felt that Jimt was more terrible, like a smiling tiger, just like Wolt.

Wolt...

When she thought of this name, Sarah's breathing became heavier.

She twisted her neck unnaturally, and her neck moved her body.

Crack, crack.

Amid the crisp sound of her joints, her eyes involuntarily stared at Jimet.

She wanted to cut off Jimet's limbs, take out his heart, and touch the warmth there.

Jimet noticed Sarah's gaze, and secretly cried out in his heart, and the smile on his face was still maintained, but the two daggers hidden in the shadows were already pointed at Amy and Sarah.

He was always so helpless.

However, Amy remained sober.

She comforted her traumatized friend and whispered in her mouth-

"Don't forget what the boss told you."

Hearing that lady, Sarah immediately woke up.

She nodded repeatedly, and then timidly shrank behind Amy, like a frightened quail.

This scene made Jimet's heart alarm.

How many times has this woman been twisted?

Jimet guessed in his heart, and the two daggers were pointed at Sarah.

However, the two daggers did not shoot out.

Because——

"Ms. Cassandra Kratos invites you two."