The chain sword twisted, and the high-speed rotating saw blade ripped open the ugly public minister's mask all the way up!

"I don't remember knowing you, heretic."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the fallen body and said coldly.

The premonition that Foreboding gave him strong feedback was that this heretic indeed had a strong desire to attack him.

He tried to lift the mask that had become two halves with his toes to see what the heretic below would look like.

But just like what he saw just now, this mask is really integrated with the person wearing the mask, and is inseparable.

Lu Mingfei lost interest in the dead heretic and raised his head to look at the living heretic.

The armed men in black put away their firearms, formed two rows in a semicircle, and knelt down beside the corpse of the minister soaked in a pool of blood.

Like mourning and praying.

"madness."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"The king and general will be immortal."

Sakurai Komu spoke softly, looking at Lu Mingfei with her clear eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on her face again.

The clapper sounded again, and the second act of the drama began to sing.

The strong desire to attack arose again, and Lu Mingfei felt a line of sight, which seemed to be about to materialize and wrap around him, turning himself into a puppet that the owner of the line of sight could manipulate at will.

He turned around and saw the figure walking out of the corridor deep in the Paradise Pavilion. His steps were steady and powerful, and the same snow-white mask as before was reflected in his golden eyes.

"good."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the corpse on the ground and walked towards the new minister.

The roar of the chainsword never stopped.
Chapter completed!