"ah!!!"

Without any explanation or threat, the headless man simply pulled down his right leg with a heart-wrenching scream of the slave owner.

"Bang!"

With one kick, the headless man stepped on the wound of the slave owner, just as he had done to himself before.

"Ah!!! Let me go, please let me go!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Unfortunately, the headless man seemed to be completely unaware of human words. He just kept the rhythm, stepping on the slave owner's wounds one after another, and trampling him into meat sauce little by little.

Logically speaking, the slave owner should have fallen into a coma due to such severe pain and torture.

But he was very awake. In an extraordinary situation, he watched the headless man who had broken his legs lift his foot again and then cut off his left foot.

The feet, the organ, the intestines, the spine, the chest cavity, the neck, and the last head.

"Bang!"

There is only a pool of vague flesh and blood left on the ground.

"not enough."

The headless man let out a low growl: "It's not enough!!"

More, he needs more.

“Where?”

The headless man held the big sword on the side with three arms, a total of three.

So, a headless corpse covered with blood and rotten flesh, clamped his head with one hand, and on the other side, three arms held three great swords and walked slowly towards the gate of the slave field.

"Help!!"

"Monster! Monster!"

"Don't kill me!"

"I'll give you money, please let me go, let me go!"

“…”

At this moment, everyone in the slave farm fell into their own nightmare.

This is Leon's ability, in his field, he has built tens of thousands of dream spaces, each with independent areas to enjoy the judgment they deserve.

Whether it is a bad person or a good person, he will fall into this blood moon dream.

Of course, if they are good people, as long as they close the door tightly, the monsters in the nightmare will not break in at will, and there will be no way to hate them and the pollution transformed from the corpse will come to the door to take revenge.

"It's started."

Inia stood high in the wind, beside her was Aleia, the blindfolded saint of Yaton said: "Remember our work, Inia."

"I know!"

Perhaps because of her appearance, Inia seems to have matured a little: "But no one seems to be worth saving."

The job of the Blood Moon Hunter is not to purify the filth. Their task is to stop the raging pollutants and eliminate them.

【Take revenge if you have hatred, and revenge if you have grudges】

Just like the headless man, he has revenged on his enemies.

But the pollutants are irrational. They are not people who have resurrected from the dead. They are just **, moving corpses, and have no "soul" or "self".

The true headless man and Iotina's father, they were already dead.

What remains here is just the walking dead who is driven by resentment and obsession.

"There will always be something, don't worry."

Aleia activated her perception and investigated the entire city: "If you have time, you can find the child named Andy."

Finding Andy is everyone's mission, not Aleia and Inia's.

“Born!”

Inia snorted disdainfully: "But since it's the elder brother's request, there's nothing I can do."

“…”

Aleia looked at Inia in surprise and smiled, "Are you imitating Feiya?"

"Does it look like?"

"Ah, our Inia has grown up and is very handsome."

However, Inia did not laugh as usual, but continued to play the role of her senior sister.

There is no way, as Aleia said, sister is synonymous with "handsomeness" in Inia's mind.

Now that we have the appearance as a basis, Inia naturally has to live a good addiction to making people look "high-looking".

‘Even Sister Alia was frightened by me,’ Inia was extremely proud: ‘Sure enough, I, Inia, are super strong!’

"Um?"

Suddenly, Aleia sensed something, and she said to Inia: "I sense the innocent, Inia, come with me."
Chapter completed!