I, Lord of Prayer

Wanhe Residential Community.

Room 403, Unit 4, Building 9.

The room contained only the most basic furniture, covered in dust from years of neglect, making the whole house look empty, cold, and lonely.

Wang Ziqian sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, pulled out the stopper of the blood bottle, and poured the red solution onto his injured left cheek. The burning pain made Mianpi tremble involuntarily.

He also had a deep bullet wound on his arm, exposing the bone, and the flesh was a bloody mess.

"That guy wasn't just passing by; he was lying in wait for me... Damn, why did I expose myself so quickly? Did those black market bastards betray me?"

Prince Qian cursed under his breath, pouring the remaining half-bottle of blood onto his arm. Under the effect of the alchemical potion, the torn flesh wound gradually healed, leaving only a scab in no time.

He tossed aside the empty bottle, his eyes darkening. Now that his trail had been discovered, he couldn't afford to waste any more time. He had to carry out his long-desired revenge as soon as possible; otherwise, things might change...

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, in the silence, a dull knock sounded at the door, as if striking a heart, causing Wang Ziqian's expression to change drastically.

He reached into the travel bag beside him and grasped the cold, hard hilt of the knife.

  

The next moment, the roar of a chainsaw rang out outside the door. Accompanied by a sharp cutting sound, the chainsaw pierced through the door, sending wood chips flying and creating a huge gap.

A handsome, smiling face peeked through the crack in the door, a chilling smile on his face, as he looked into the room at the murderer. ♔💋 ➅9𝐒ĤǗ𝐱.ᑕ𝐨м 💘💥

"Here's Johnny~~~"

Zhou Chen revealed a pleased smile.

Got you.

He pressed down on the door with one hand and suddenly exerted force. With a bang, the dilapidated door collapsed inward under the force.

Zhou Chen walked into the room carrying a buzzing chainsaw. Looking at Wang Ziqian, who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, he smiled and asked, "I heard that every member of the Chainsaw Murder Hobby Association has their own code name. What's yours?"

Wang Ziqian remained silent with a sullen face, slowly pulling out a grotesquely shaped meat saw from his bag. The smell of blood emanating from it could be smelled from a distance.

Then, he saw the chainsaw in Zhou Chen's hand, his pupils contracted, and he could no longer maintain his composure:

"A C-220? How did it end up in your hands?"

This is the vice president's weapon!

"Ah...actually, I'm also a member of the association, and a newcomer who is highly favored by the vice president, so he gave me the C-220. Why don't you put down the weapon first and we can have a good chat?" Zhou Chen said nonchalantly.

"Heh." Prince Qian's expression was indifferent. Did he look like the kind of person who would believe such things? The vice president had been missing for a long time. Now that his weapon had appeared in Jinzhu and had been contained by the Ascended of the Star Society, he was probably already dead in some unknown place.

His eyes were wary. As a member of the Killing Association, he knew very well how terrifying C-220 was. Even in the hands of a newcomer Ascended, it could become a deadly weapon, let alone the fact that the other party did not look like a newcomer.

Most importantly, he has been discovered by the Star Society, and the place may already be surrounded, or reinforcements may be on their way.

In short, continuing to hide is pointless; only a desperate fight can bring survival and a chance for revenge.

"Black-haired Ghoul," he suddenly said. "My codename is 'Black-haired Ghoul.'"

"It's just so-so."

Zhou Chen clicked his tongue and said, "Look at other people's nicknames, like 'Leatherface,' 'Shovel Killer,' 'Spoon Killer,' 'Hannibal the God of Cookery,' 'Jack the Ripper'... How come your nickname is so ordinary?"

Let me introduce myself too. You can call me…”

Amidst the roar of the chainsaw, he spoke with his head held high:

"—Happy Saw Man".

"..."

Wang Ziqian looked puzzled, as if three question marks had risen above his head.

That's your code name?!

In that moment of astonishment, his vision blurred, and a high-speed chainsaw came crashing down on him.

Prince Qian raised his saw to parry, and in an instant, accompanied by the ear-piercing noise of cutting metal, sparks flew out like fireworks.

Immediately afterwards, everything went black, and suddenly a package was smeared on his face. Choking dust with burning pale white flames exploded in front of his face, and he inhaled it in large quantities with each breath, his mouth and nose instantly filled with a cloying fragrance.

More of the dust from the liberated ones was ignited by the pale flames, releasing colorless and odorless hallucinogenic gases that gradually filled the entire room.

Of all the skills, this is the way of scattering ashes!

The Liberation Powder has various effects, including poisoning, paralysis, inducing sleep, and hallucinations, and can be effective on those who have transcended, making it practically an essential weapon for murder and arson. However, Zhou Chen had never had the opportunity to use it before, and now that he had found a suitable test subject, he naturally wanted to see if the money was well spent.

Wang Ziqian's face was covered in burning dust from the Liberation, but he didn't back down or blink in response. Instead, he stared intently at Zhou Chen, wary of his every move.

He felt the effects of the Liberator's Dust; his body was slowly becoming stiff and numb, his mind was foggy, and he wanted to sleep. So he decisively bit his tongue to stimulate his mind, even biting off a large piece of flesh, his mouth full of blood.

At this point, any reaction that was detrimental to the fight would lead to his death; he had no other choice.

"It seems the association has trained you quite well."

Zhou Chen increased the force and source energy output in his hands, and the flying sparks suddenly increased dramatically. A cut several centimeters deep could be seen on the grotesque meat saw.

Suddenly, Wang Ziqian's arm jerked violently, shattering the bloodthirsty chainsaw. The saw blade swept across, the whistling wind carrying a strong smell of blood, aiming at Zhou Chen's neck.

In the blink of an eye, it drew a sharp arc in mid-air, changing from a horizontal sweep to a downward slash, aiming for the thigh.

Zhou Chen reacted quickly, taking two steps back. His chainsaw also deftly slid in an arc, colliding with the meat saw again.

A sharp noise suddenly rang out, and the sharp teeth, carrying immense power, left deep cuts on the meat saw, scattering fleeting sparks.

One touch and it's over.

The saw blade was deflected, and the bloodthirsty chainsaw spun, slashing upwards at such a speed that the air seemed to whistle.

In that instant, Prince Qian had no time to dodge and could only shrink his body as much as possible.

The cold, sharp iron blade sliced ​​through Zhou Chen's clothes and bulletproof vest with ease, slicing through his skin and causing a large amount of warm blood to gush out, soaking him completely.

Prince Qian staggered backward, a horrifying gash running diagonally from his abdomen up to his shoulder, a bloody mess that burned with pain. A pale flame flashed briefly within the wound.

He was horrified; he was just a hair's breadth away from being disemboweled.

Meanwhile, the chainsaw in Zhou Chen's hand cheered with joy, as if it had tasted fresh blood, and the engine worked even harder, roaring like a wild beast that was starving and thirsty.

I want more.

More blood.

"Here you go."

Zhou Chen responded with a smile, preparing to take down Prince Qian in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment, wisps of red mist rose from the opponent's body, and a violent power like a volcanic eruption descended upon this body in an instant.

Prince Qian's eyes turned bloodshot, filled with violence and bloodlust. He let out a beast-like growl, drool dripped from his throat, and he went into a frenzy.

This is his extraordinary ability—Bloody Berserk.

In exchange for burning blood and reason, one gains immense power!