"So, cut off one hand or dig off one eyeball. Come whatever you like. Do it yourself."

The red man crossed his legs with an indifferent expression on his face. He reached out to pull out a cigarette from his arms and stroked it on his fingertips. The supernatural power flashed in the man's fingertips, igniting the cigarette butts of the cigarette. A faint, mint-like aura gradually filled the large space of the station hall, creating a sense of peace of mind.

And in this atmosphere, the man spoke terrifying words with a comfortable expression.

"Eh?" Cromwell looked at the man smoking opposite him in confusion, thinking to himself whether he had heard it wrong just now? He obviously looked so peaceful and peaceful, how could such a bloody thing happen? It's impossible.

I must have heard it wrong? That man, that guy who can be equated with a fool, doesn't care about the position of the camp, but only knows glory. What did he just say? He wants one of his own hands or arms? I must have heard it wrong? How could this guy give that kind of order? It would be better to say that he might give himself some money instead.

This happened before. Because of respecting the spirit of the enemy, the man really gave the enemy a sum of money and weapons to let his enemies escape. Then the man did not revenge on him, but created a knight order to fight around with the four-colored flags. Since then, he has maintained this strange habit of not knowing whether it is good or bad. Maybe he just heard it nervously, he wanted to give himself some money and weapons, rather than his own hand?

But the next move of the people over there made Cromwell's only remaining fantasy in his heart disillusionment.

"Mr. Cromwell, what are you waiting for?"

The red demon over there looked at Cromwell with a strange look on his face. His red eyes narrowed slightly, and a few dark red light appeared in the depths of his pupils. The expression that looked very handsome against the short hair showed a very strange smile, as if some trick had succeeded.

"I want you to cut off yourself out of respect for you. If I take action, you know that my ability will subconsciously restrain the soul on it. The arm without soul is just a decoration hanging on the body. I don't think it would be a good thing for a real warrior to lose the soul of his arm. That can be said to be a complete shame, right?"

He didn't cheat. When he saw that smile, Cromwell was sure that his plan had been discovered.

What kind of knight etiquette does he need now? Does he have any masters to believe in now? No. No. It is meaningless for him to maintain his image. No chivalrous spirit or classicism is needed at all. His family and his power are all broken apart. What else can a person with nothing care about?

There is no need to care about it at all. He is free. He is now a free person.

"So, Mr. Cromwell, what are you waiting for? I respect your reputation. If I were asked to execute, you may have a name like a broken armed sniper or a one-eyed sniper in the future. "

Renn Gaogen is now showing a fierce expression that is very consistent with the fierce and ruthless words. The face of the man and woman who distinguishes from their hair has a strange twisted smile. The corners of his lips are pulled back to his ears, and the white teeth and pink flesh are exposed in the air. His pupils shrink into pinholes, almost erupting flames, and his dark red eyes stare at the person over there. His palms are kneading on the table and chairs, like crushing some tofu blocks, holding the solid wood into pieces of white wood fibers that blow away.

Anger. I don’t know where it comes from, nor how to restrain my anger. The raging anger burned in the man’s heart, tearing all the original and humble appearance to pieces, presenting his original state.

Under the shocked gaze of the girl and the dwarf princess behind him, the red-haired man looked at Cromwell, who was trembling all over the other, grinning like a demon. He stretched out his palm to the sniper, which was covered by the gloves like a demon, filled with spiritual noise. Then he gently clenched his fists to Cromwell.

Something came out. Looking at the slightly twisted space on the dark gloves over there, Cromwell was sure. Some abnormal substances were jumping on the fingertips covered by the gloves. They were some fiery red fire lines. They were like living objects circling in the man's hands, cutting the air around him. Cromwell, who was trembling there, only felt a wave of heat coming, and even his hair was bent by the heat.

"Mr. Gaogen, I wonder if there is any misunderstanding between us? I want to explain..."

"Misunderstanding? There is nothing wrong with us."

Facing Cromwell's embarrassing look, the man over there became more and more ferocious.

"Authentic, you are indeed an admirable warrior. If it were the past, I might not be able to treat you a few more drinks. But now I cannot do this. I cannot let such people fight for me again. We are enemies, we are enemies. Since you abandoned the covenant, we are enemies. This is undoubtedly a matter of no doubt."

So, let the enemy cut off their own palms, am I a very kind commander?

The man over there smiled crazy, his eyes were distorted and evil, and his actions were full of danger. It was precisely this way that he said something extremely terrifying in a very charming voice. He was like a madman.

"But when we left the covenant, the Four-color Flag had collapsed. You know what the new Four-color Flag looks like..."

"Ha? The four-color flag collapsed?"

Faced with Cromwell's final struggle, the madman waved his hand and interrupted his speech with dissatisfaction.

"When did the Four-color Flag collapse? Am I still here? I am here, my weapons are here, my people are here, my spirit is here. So for granted, the Four-color Flag is here. Facing the betrayal of allies and the infiltration of enemies. Although the Four-color Flag's laws do not stipulate, I can completely stipulate your future, right?"

In Cromwell's panicked eyes, the black shadow of the man who was already a little crazy was reflected. He seemed to see the terrifying face of a madman who had been abandoned by everyone and had nothing to destroy everything in the world.

"Ren Gaogen...you're crazy..."

"Of course I know."

Cromwell shook his head, looked at the monster-like figure, and said with difficulty. This behavior was exchanged for a gentle sound, like a knife inserted into a cowhide bag filled with water.

“When my wife and children were dead, and when the Four-Color Flag collapsed, I went crazy.”

The left hand slowly locked back from the sniper's chest, and took out the beating heart from the man's body intact. The red demon looked at Cromwell's rapidly diffusing pupils and said softly. He gently clenched the heart on his left hand. Under Cromwell's lifeless gaze, he pinched the heart that no longer beats into a pool of blood.

Alice's scream and Princess Blue Steel gloatly swung the war hammer and opened the head of the player who was still unclear about the situation. The sound of the player who was originally gloriously shattered was then sounded, covering the last words of the originally glorious sniper dragon man in a hustle and bustle.

I am still too young and I actually try to fool others. I regard others as idiots, but I am the one who dies...

Looking at the chaotic scene, Cromwell closed his eyes with regret.
Chapter completed!