Chapter 283 (2/2)

The mechanical, cold and simple tests and games continued. Lucky bodies were hung on the thorn wall. The bodies were pierced by iron thorns and hung like a cross. As the bodies began to pile up, the blood filled the air and drove away. A strong unspeakable malice and cruelty flowed in the void.

Nourish this evil soil.

Chen ang is not short of sacrifices. There are always a steady stream of sacrifices coming from all over the city to provide materials for this bloody sacrificial field. The game continues. The lucky people who complete the first round have become corpses, and those who fail unfortunately can only continue the cruel game for their love.

Hook tried his best to complete the conditions for the end of the game so that his family didn't have to participate in the game. He used all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, bloody and cruel.

There are fewer and fewer people living, and Chen ang and others don't have to intervene in the later things. Those villains torture each other. They rotate like a millstone and grind themselves and others into flesh and blood mud. The more the game came to the end, the more cruel it was. When Robert came to the end, the scene had come to a point where Chen ang couldn't bear to read.

”Therefore, no matter how excellent a talent is, it can't compare with a good system...” Chen ang compared with the punisher there: ”at first, my means were relatively rough, and I could only scare those cowardly and concerned people, but later, I dug out those who had a strong motivation to end all this.”

”They began to accomplish this actively. At this time, the system made a good start. It can gradually improve itself. Those who do not have power, oil and salt become fuel and are gradually consumed, but those who have power, whether revenge or madness. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to give full play to their creativity.”

”In this process, I just need to mend on the basis of the system, and they will complete the game themselves!”

”Now we have thirteen carriers...” Chen ang sweeps from those distorted and ugly bodies, clowns, Robert, Gatsby... These are people who can't get redemption from the game, and their end will be ten times worse than all the dead.

The intense and almost real malice permeated the slaughterhouse. The super brave man took the chicks away from here, and the punishers violently dispersed the ”residents” near the building.

The wounds on the thirteen carriers have scabbed. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died, but under a strange force, they are not only still struggling, full of resentment and twisted souls wailing, but the wounds on their bodies are even recovering.

Tiny tentacles grew from the wound and groped on their bodies.

In Chen Ang's perception, these people's bodies are deteriorating rapidly - there is indeed something coming to them from the void, and the whole process of alienation makes people's scalp numb.

This is really unparalleled torture for the soul of the carrier. When ordinary people look at those unspeakable existence, their spirit will be greatly polluted and on the verge of madness. Even people as smart as stark and as determined as Captain America will be seriously affected, and these carriers can be said to be in close contact with those monsters.

Is to insert their bodies into their bodies alive.

”As someone said: bad days will turn anyone into me!”

Chen ang sighed, ”I don't think it's worse than this. What about being a man? The most important thing is happiness. I hope you have been a clown who brings happiness to people!” he bent four fingers and put a quotation mark around his ear.