I have a city in another world

Chapter 6869 Terrifying Methods
"who are you?"

A slightly trembling voice drifted from the black-robed monk's mouth.

At that moment, he stared intently at the empty space, but subconsciously adopted a defensive stance.

The dagger in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, clearly a divine weapon capable of cutting through iron like mud.

Sharp killing weapons did not bring him a sense of security.

The figure that flashed by in that instant, or perhaps appeared out of the mind, made the black-robed cultivator feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Her cold gaze and mocking smile made him feel insignificant and humble.

It seems that his previous actions were like those of a naughty child, seen through and ridiculed by adults.

In the time to come, he will be punished and pay the most painful price.

Why am I so unlucky?

The black-robed monk felt that he must have offended the god of bad luck to have such terrible fortune.

When you're in the martial world, you're bound to get hurt. Encountering danger is unavoidable, and the black-robed cultivator wouldn't complain about it.

But the situation he encountered today really gave him a headache, and at the same time, he felt an uncontrollable panic.

The unseen wounded soldier was clearly real; it was definitely not a hallucination experienced by the elven people as a whole.

Originally, I was skeptical, but I wanted to set a trap for Chopper and test the invisible man's abilities.

However, the test results caused the man in the black robe to panic.

Chopper the demon is in a very bad state; he is completely out of control and is heading towards self-destruction.

At this moment, he was holding a long knife, grinning as he cut open his palm, and then used the long knife to cut open his arm.

One cut after another, slicing off pieces of flesh, as if cutting someone else's body.

Chopper was still bleeding from his seven orifices, his bulging eyes flashing with madness, and his whole body exuding an aura of frenzy and rage.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see a trace of suppressed fear deep within those crazed eyes.

Upon seeing this hint of fear, the black-robed monk suddenly realized that Chopper knew what he was doing.

Or perhaps he did lose control just now, but the repeated cuts and the intense pain he felt in his body had brought him back to his senses from his frenzied state.

However, this state of frenzy seems irreversible, and will only continue to accumulate and escalate.

When they realize something is wrong, it's too late to turn back, and they head towards destruction in this outburst of emotion.

Manipulate the target's emotions and desires to the extreme, and then kill the target with an outburst of desire and emotion.

There's no need for the target to lift a finger; they can kill themselves, and in the most cruel way, they can slowly and painstakingly tear their own flesh apart.

What kind of method is this, that it's so terrifying?
Seeing Chopper going crazy and unable to control himself, the black-robed monk had no intention of helping him.

He knew very well that he had never encountered anything like this before and had no ability to help.

If you act rashly, you will not only fail to save others, but you will also risk your own life.

Although Chopper's current state is related to the black-robed monk's inducement, he would never admit it.

Otherwise, if he is investigated, he will definitely be held responsible. If Chopper really has a powerful backer, there is a high chance that he will take his anger out on him.

Making no statement at all is also unacceptable.

No organization can tolerate a member who remains indifferent while his comrades are attacked.

They may appear calm on the surface, but they could very well be secretly and quietly eliminating the black-robed cultivator.

Not to mention, at this moment, there is also a group of elves present. If you want to keep the secret, you have to kill them all.

However, this group of elves was a mission item that had to be brought back, as it was related to the major operation plan to come.

If they fail to complete the task, they will be severely punished upon returning.

If it were just a punishment for the mission, the black-robed monk could bear it, but if it were to be linked to Chopper's death, things would become very troublesome.

Those insidious guys, if they really want to harm someone, won't care whether you're innocent or not.

If there is no evidence, they will help create it; in short, they will do everything they can to ensure that the black-robed cultivator dies without a burial place.

Thinking of all these possibilities, the black-robed cultivator felt a chill and said without hesitation, "Please forgive us, sir, we really had no intention of offending you."

However, this matter is of great importance, so we must proceed with caution. If there is any offense, please forgive us.

"If you are willing to follow, we have no objection; it is entirely up to your preference." At this moment, the black-robed cultivator lowered his posture as much as possible, becoming even more humble and respectful than when facing his mentor.

Although it's unclear what power that unseen being possesses, it's certainly far greater than oneself.

The other party is stronger than me, and I need their help, so how can I not humble myself?

The black-robed cultivator begged for mercy, which startled Chopper, who was wielding his long sword and slicing himself apart. He seemed not to have expected this guy to beg for mercy on his behalf.

The intense pain snapped him out of his rage, and he was horrified to find himself slicing himself with a knife.

Pieces of flesh, sliced ​​off, fell onto the grass at his feet, attracting swarms of mosquitoes.

His arm was scraped so badly that the bone was exposed, and it was covered with deep knife marks.

This horrific scene terrified Chopper, who immediately tried to stop harming himself.

It was only then that he realized that his body was completely out of control, and his limbs were being manipulated by an unknown force.

If he hadn't just been stimulated, causing his consciousness to be instantly awakened, he would still be in a dazed state.

Even if you tear yourself to pieces, you won't come to your senses.

Currently, only consciousness can continue to function, but it cannot affect the body.

The feeling of fear and despair made Chopper feel as if he were in hell, and he felt a deep sense of regret.

If he had known this would happen, he would never have accepted the mission, much less have been so easily instigated.

At this moment, Chopper realized that he had fallen into the trap set by the black-robed monk.

However, he didn't feel much hatred in his heart; on the contrary, he felt it was justified.

After all, he had plotted against others before, and had been plotted against himself more than once.

Scheming against others is his pleasure, being schemed against is his retribution. Being able to resolve the situation is his own skill, and if he can't, he can only blame his lack of strength.

As long as I survive today, I will definitely find a way to get revenge if I have the chance in the future.

The black-robed cultivator's plea for mercy was indeed unexpected. If he were in that situation, he would have undoubtedly taken advantage of the situation without hesitation.

Tang Zhen will not rest until he has crushed the other party.

At the same time, he also knew that the black-robed cultivator would never be so kind; he must have some concerns and was afraid of affecting himself, which was why he spoke up to plead for mercy at this time.

Even so, this is still a favor.

At this moment, however, Chopper wasn't thinking about favors, but rather how to save his own life.

Dying unprepared is not in Chopper's plan; he hasn't lived enough yet, and there are still many things to accomplish.

He also wanted to speak up and beg the unseen being for mercy, hoping that it would spare him.

But the long knife in his hand continued to cut into his body resolutely, showing no sign of stopping.

His mouth was as firm as cast iron, making it impossible for him to open it.

Chopper felt a deep sense of despair, knowing that all his hopes were pinned on the black-robed monk.

"Damn bastard, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy? That would show you're sincere!"

Chopper cursed inwardly, trying to convey a message with his eyes, but then he saw a scene that terrified him.

He slowly bent his arm, which was gripping the long sword, and aimed the sharp blade at his neck.

When the icy chill of the blade was clearly felt, Chopper distinctly sensed the approach of death.

Damn bastard, save me now!

fast!
fast!
Hurry up!

Chopper strained his eyes, trying to signal the black-robed monk to knock the longsword away and save him.

However, that bastard showed no sign of stopping it; he just kept begging for forgiveness.

You beast, do you really want me dead?

The thought of cursing had just surfaced when a sharp blade was forced by a force and smoothly sliced ​​across Chopper's neck.

A hideous, grotesque head fell to the ground and rolled right in front of the black-robed cultivator.

His face was filled with resentment, despair, and terror.