Gray-white mist billowed under the night lights.

On the hazy street, a tall and strong figure was slowly dragging a thick iron chain on the stone road.

The figure had no breathing or heartbeat, and was wearing cold, pitch-black armor. It looked just like some ordinary knight who was obsessed with heavy armor. The heavy armor alone can easily crush an adult man who has been exercising all year round.

But the tall figure didn't feel any sluggishness even though he was wearing armor.

"Oh my god! It's actually the executioner!" A faint cry came from the mist.

"Idiot! Shut up!"

But it's too late.

The tall figure who was walking slowly suddenly suddenly stopped and seemed to start listening.

Wow!

Suddenly it grabbed the chain and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

"No!!"

"Open the trap quickly!! Don't let it rush over!"

"Hurry up!!"

"Don't go up! Hold it back! The executioner is immortal, we can only delay time!! Anna lowers her head!"

Bang!

There was a dull explosion in the fog.

"This way! Bring it here quickly!" The anxious man's voice commanded loudly.

Poof!

"Gru!! No! Oh God!"

"Don't panic! We succeeded!!"

boom!

A deafening explosion sounded.

"It's finally over, it won't come out so soon, we have to leave now!"

"Spread out?"

"No, we can't leave. The scattered executioners will also be divided into separate individuals, making it harder for us to deal with it. The only way is to delay it head-on. There is no use in escaping. If the distance is a little further, they will follow them instantly with the thick fog, and we can't run. Lose."

"But."

"Shut up! If you don't want to die, just listen to me!"

boom! !

Suddenly there was a blast.

"Oh my God! He's out! How come he's so fast? Run away! Run away! Ah!!"

With a piercing scream, followed by several muffled exclamations, the night quickly fell into silence again. After a while, the thick fog began to dissipate.

White Oak County.

On the busy street, Roddy was wrapped in a thick gray windbreaker, carrying a straight knife wrapped in cloth on his back, like a wandering craftsman, wearing a wide-brimmed thick dome hat.

He walked along the sidewalk, squeezing through the crowded crowd, and quickly walked into a sloping alley on the right. In the alley, there were several dirty little kids chasing a ball and running around in a few pools of muddy water. slapstick.

Roddy walked through the alley and came to a bulletin board on the wall. He raised his head and carefully looked at the notices posted randomly on it.

Soon he found the news he needed in a corner.

The message seemed to be just an ordinary recruitment advertisement, but Roddy naturally had his own way of decrypting it.

He lowered his head and pulled out a booklet, and carefully followed the decryption method recorded above to translate the real content behind it.

‘The Executioner. Qiaoman and four others are missing’

After reading the translated content, Rody was silent for a moment, and there was a hint of pain in his originally gloomy eyes.

"Is even Qiaoman dead?" He murmured in a low voice.

Putting away the pamphlet, he walked out of the alley and soon came to a tavern called White Eagle in a remote place.

There is a wooden sign in front of the pub saying it is closed, but there are still lights inside.

Rody pushed open the wooden door and walked in without hesitation.

Someone was arguing in the hall, not loudly, but with a tone of horror and pain.

More than a dozen men, women and children gathered in a circle, each sitting on a seat in the tavern. In the middle, two strong figures, a man and a woman, were facing each other, like fighting cocks.

Among the two, the man was crying bitterly, trembling all over and growling, grabbing the strong woman's collar and yelling angrily.

And that woman, a strong woman who looked like a muscular devil at a glance, also roared loudly and angrily, and pinched the man's neck with one hand.

The two of them wrestled, and it was obvious that she was much stronger than the man opposite her, as she kept pushing the other man off balance.

"If it weren't for your order! Anna and the others wouldn't have died! No!" the man yelled.

"Everyone here is cursed and has the mark of Serra! Everyone will die! You! You! You! You! Everyone! Will die! Don't talk to me about fate! I don't believe it!

So what if the order was given by me! ? I asked them to retreat immediately, but what was the result? ! The woman yelled, "A coward has no right to talk to me, get out of here!" "

She lifted the man up and threw him to the ground not far away. The man lost his balance and collapsed like a child, crying bitterly.

"Rody, you're here." Someone greeted Roddy.

"Qiaoman and the others are all dead and have met the executioner." A little blond girl came up and said sadly.

Rody looked calm, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. "I already know." He nodded slightly. Then he looked up at the strong woman Meira who was speaking in the middle.

In the small team of White Eagle, everyone is a person who has been marked by the town. They should have died many years ago. Unfortunately, hatred and desire for survival made them try every means to survive.

They traveled around the world trying to find a way to save themselves, but found nothing. On the contrary, because they walked around, from east to west, north to south, they gathered a group of unfortunate people who had also suffered the same misfortune.

They are companions, survivors in a desperate struggle. Some of them are blond, some have black hair and black eyes, some have dark skin, some have white skin, and some have yellow skin.

Each of them has one thing in common, that is, they have all been exposed to that terrible town.

And Meera is the one who has lived the longest and is the strongest among them.

"Rody, you came just in time. Tell me, how did you avoid the executioner?" Mera also saw Rody at this time. Both of them are the oldest and most powerful old men in White Eagle. They have experienced He has been hunted down dozens of times and has rich experience. At this time, she asked Rody to say that changing the perspective might be able to better appease everyone's fears.

Rody stepped forward and stood in the center.

He looked around, watching every White Eagle man who looked at him, until they were completely silent.

Soon, the originally noisy hall gradually became silent.

"Actually, we don't have much experience to say. When encountering an executioner, the only thing we can do is to escape." Rody said calmly.

"I have studied the Executioners carefully. They have overwhelming power, powerful bodies that cannot be destroyed, have no vital points, and are tireless. Most importantly, they are unkillable monsters. The only thing we can do is delay their Speed. In order to achieve this, the smoothing potion I prepared may be effective.

In addition, I want to tell everyone one thing. It is not only Qiaoman and the others who will face the execution, but also me. "

Initially, everyone calmed down slightly as Rody spoke out, but as soon as the last words came out, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became panicked.

"Rody," Meira also looked at him worriedly.

"I will leave soon and live alone for a while. Before I reappear, none of you come to me." Roddy said calmly. "The time is about three to five months." He then looked at Meira.

"I know, the old rules." Meera nodded. In White Eagle, she and Rody had an agreement. Once one of them dies and the other is still alive, they must take care of the other's descendants.

"Don't die." She added.

Rody's mouth curled up, revealing a stiff smile. "Actually, according to my calculations on them, I will soon be facing death."

Meera's expression froze. As an equally experienced imprinter, she also understands what death means.

It was a desperate situation that was absolutely unavoidable, and it was a town that had absolutely no chance of survival for those who escaped.

"There is hope as long as we don't give up." She took a deep breath.

"Yes. I will go back then." Rody smiled lightly. "My son is just a mark stainer. As long as he is far enough away and is not dragged down by me, he may have a chance to survive."

"He won't accept it. If he knows the truth of all this." Meera shook her head.

"He will." Rody smiled. "If it succeeds, I won't tell him the truth."

No one can defeat the monster, let alone the more brutal executioner among them. Even Rody was not absolutely sure of escaping from the opponent's hands. Not to mention that there will be more powerful and terrifying death realms coming soon.

His time is running out.

***************

Sunset County.

"Improve it first and see the effect." Lu Sheng stood in the open space where Rody usually practiced his sword, holding a bottle of small pills that he had taken before.

"This Laoshizi Knife School actually relies entirely on taking drugs to increase its strength. Even when you are old, your body will not be eroded by the poison in the pills. It is quite impressive."

Lu Sheng checked around to make sure no one was hiding and watching him, then poured out a small piece of black pill, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

"Dark Blue." He immediately called up the modifier and checked the status changes in the box.

As the pills are taken down, the soul quickly regulates the digestive tract, crushes and absorbs its medicinal properties, and eliminates toxic waste. Within a minute, the effect was evident. The body feels slightly warm.

However, Lu Sheng did not stop, but continued to take drugs one after another.

In less than half an hour, he had swallowed a small bottle of medicine. This is enough for an average person to use for five years.

He ate it in one go.

Soon his body became hot, his muscles began to swell, his bones became more and more itchy, and a strong sense of hunger surged in his stomach. A large number of pills began to take effect. Taking too much of this indigestible medicine at once had already caused Lu Sheng's physical body to be unable to bear it.

Lu Sheng quickly dug out the dried meat and sugar biscuits from the bag on the ground, and ate the food with big mouthfuls of water from the kettle.

"The main conditions for promotion are met, now it's time to use Dark Blue."

"Improvement only requires the most basic food nutrition, and Yang Yuan can be used as a substitute.

It's a pity that I haven't figured out the basic rules here yet. Yang Yuan can't simulate the nutritional content of food in this world. I can only temporarily use spiritual power instead, which is really a waste. "

Lu Sheng felt helpless, and his eyes fell on the modifier interface. His eyes quickly focused on the sword technique box.