I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Someone! Find someone to shoot him to death with a bow and arrow."

Amid the noisy voices, I bent down and got into the ready position as if I were running a 100-meter race, my eyes fixed on the place where I first fell.

I remember where Zhao Yi turned and left.

Can I jump out from a height of three meters? After I jump out, what should I do when facing such a dense crowd?

Countless thoughts flooded into my mind, but I exhaled slowly and began to gather strength with my right foot.

Seeing this, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd, pointing at my figure and mocking me.

“This person, isn’t he planning to just jump up?”

"That's simply unrealistic. The duel arena is more than three meters above the ground. It would be strange if he could jump up."

I couldn't hear the laughter, I just slowly adjusted my breathing and exhaled slowly.

"call……"

The sound of wind passed by my ears, and the noisy voices around me faded away. I looked at the high earth wall, and everything in my sight suddenly slowed down, leaving only the high earth edge.

Everything in sight is reduced to a straight line. The sky is no longer so high, and the ground has caught up with the sky, combining to form a line between heaven and earth.

Bang! ! ! !

The next moment, I suddenly exerted force with my feet, the soil beneath me cracked, and a cloud of dust rose up. At this moment, my figure turned into a straight black line and ran towards the end of my sight.

Amid the muffled sound, my ears were buzzing and I could no longer hear the sounds around me. The only sound left was the crazy beating of my heart and the sound of blood flowing around my body, like the sound of magma flowing.

One step! Two steps! As my feet moved faster and faster, the straight line in my sight quickly approached until I could touch it.

Suddenly, I used all my strength, exerted force on my feet, jumped high, touched the straight line, and then crossed it.

I don’t know how this scene would look in the eyes of others. Maybe it would be like I was flying, like a big bird, flying high up.

Bang! With the sound of the ground falling, the dust under my feet flew up, and with the violent vibration, the soil under my feet became much looser.

The terrified crowd around instinctively retreated. I stood in the empty space and looked up hurriedly, looking for Zhao Yi's figure.

Two seconds later, my eyes settled and looked forward. Two hundred meters in front of me, there was a two-meter-high wooden platform.

On the high platform, Zhao Yi, dressed in a pure white robe, and a group of men in red robes were sitting on chairs, looking at me in astonishment.

After locking the target, I no longer hesitated, moved my feet again, and ran towards that place towards the dense crowd.

As I heard the footsteps, the people blocking my way were like weeds on the roadside. They collapsed at the first touch and fell to the side in all directions.

I was like a giant beast, marching forward in the crowded crowd with unstoppable force.

Screams and roars filled my ears, but I stared at Zhao Yi's figure stubbornly without stopping for a moment.

Seeing this, the men on the platform finally became frightened, stood up in panic, called out to the guards beside them, and gave loud orders.

"Someone! Someone!"

"Stop him for me!"

The armored guards crowded onto the platform and stood in front of the men like a high wall.

Then, the guards took out their longbows, strung arrows, and suddenly released arrows without paying attention to the crowded crowd below the stage.

Arrows flew through the air, piercing countless passers-by and landing on me.

With fierceness in my eyes and gritting my teeth, I put my arms in front of my face to protect my eyes, and rushed to the platform against the falling rain of arrows.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

The people on the stage were roaring loudly, but the anger in my heart had already surged, burning my reason and driving me crazy.

My body had almost become a hedgehog, pierced with arrows. My eyeballs were covered with bloodshot and the fire in my eyes was almost bursting out. I looked at the platform and kept getting closer.

Two hundred meters! One hundred meters! Fifty meters! Ten meters! Five meters!

When I was five meters away, my body suddenly jumped up and jumped into the air again.

In mid-air, I stretched my body, ignoring the rain of arrows, and clenched my right hand into a fist.

At the same time, I saw Zhao Yi behind the human wall in mid-air.

The next moment, I flew over the wall of people, clenched my fists, and headed towards Zhao Yi, roaring angrily.

"That's enough. You've lived enough."

"You spoiled child!"

Chapter 104: Fighting

"You spoiled child!"

As I roared, my fist pierced through the rain of arrows and, as my body fell, hit Zhao Yi's face heavily.

Bang! Dust flew up, and Zhao Yi's body flew backwards, hitting the wall not far away, making a dull sound.

My body fell quietly to the ground. At the same time, the guards quickly drew their knives and slashed at me in a panic.

The blade passed by, cut through my shirt, pierced into my flesh, and then drew a straight line, with blood splattering everywhere.

I gritted my teeth and punched someone in the face with my backhand. The moment my fist landed, the man's facial bones shattered with a crisp sound.

After the punch, I quickly stepped back, snatched the long knife from one person's hand, and my eyes quickly moved to the other people in red robes.

These people should be the bishops they are talking about, the beasts who are high and mighty and act recklessly together with Zhao Yi.

In the chaos, I stamped my feet, looked wild, and rushed towards those cardinals like a legendary beast.

The guards blocking my way attacked in panic, but I took their attacks head-on and charged forward.

Under my terrifying power, the guards were knocked flying.

In the dense crowd, I raised the knife, took a step, and then slashed down with the knife. During this time, countless long knives fell on my body and cut my clothes.

The long knife swept past, bringing up a cloud of blood mist. I seemed to have forgotten the pain, and rushed to the side of the cardinals with blood all over my body.

The pain didn't disappear, it just turned into anger, burning fiercely in my heart.

In a frenzy, I grabbed a cardinal by the hair and stabbed him in the heart and lungs, then pushed forward in this position.

The blood splattered and covered my eyes, turning my vision blood red.

I shouldn't have done this, but I couldn't control myself and went crazy. Facing the crowd that was hacking at me with knives, I waved my sword wildly and roared like a wild beast.

A blood mist exploded, broken limbs fell everywhere, and the scene of massacre was like a scroll from hell.

I've always said that I don't like the feeling of killing people, but now it seems like a funny lie.

Ever since this shitty world began, I have suppressed my anger and resentment in my heart. Until this moment, I was able to vent it among the blood and flesh flying all over the ground.

No matter how I deceive myself, I cannot hide the pleasure I feel in killing.

Yes, the process of fighting, the blood falling on my face, and the flying broken limbs, all made me feel an indulgent pleasure.

After a long time, there was finally no living person left in the blood-red sight. I held the long knife with a bent blade and stood among the corpses on the ground, feeling as if I were in another world.

There was no living person on the stage except me, and the people below the stage fell into a strange silence, and no one went up to the stage to attack me.

"Huh...huh..."

I stood among the corpses on the ground, gasping for breath. My left shoulder had been stabbed several times, and was covered in blood. There was also a long knife embedded in my arm, and the blade seemed to be stuck in the bone.

"damn it."

I cursed in a low voice and pulled out the long knife from my arm with my right hand. Then, the blurred flesh and blood began to wriggle rapidly, and the granulation tissue connected and began to repair itself automatically.

Under my feet, the red blood became sticky and stained the soles of my shoes, sticking my feet to the ground like sugar water. I rubbed the soles of my shoes hard, wiping the foul-smelling, unsightly blood onto the clean ground.

After doing all this, I stood there, a little dazed. I met the eyes of the people below the stage. Looking at their complicated and frightened gazes, I forgot for a moment what to do next.

"what……"

Just when I was at a loss, a faint groan was heard from the platform. I turned my head and looked in the direction of the groan, only to see Zhao Yi, who should have been dead, lying in a pool of blood, groaning in pain.

At this moment, I suddenly felt relaxed. I looked at Zhao Yi, who was not dead yet, and let out a breath as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

Step, step, step.

I walked slowly towards Zhao Yi, who was still breathing. When passing by a corpse, I picked up a long knife that had fallen on the ground. With my slightly rapid breathing, I walked to Zhao Yi's side.

Zhao Yi was still conscious. He opened his eyes with some difficulty and looked at me with confusion and hatred. I leaned over, grabbed his neck with my right hand, and said softly.

"It's great that you're still breathing."

Zhao Yi's eyes were wide open, his throat was moving, and he made meaningless sounds. My expression became softer, and I pinched Zhao Yi's neck, slowly lifted his body up, and pressed him against the wall.

As my palms gradually tightened, Zhao Yi's breathing became more and more difficult. I looked at Zhao Yi with pity and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

"Everything I said before was true."

"I have indeed seen a god, but she is not what you believe."

"She doesn't care about anyone. The whole world is just a flowerpot to her."

"And we are just bugs in the flowerpot, making her feel bored."

"So, no matter how much you pray, she won't even look at you."

Zhao Yi's gaze became complicated, and then turned into mockery. His body began to struggle under the instinct of survival. He waved his arms and they fell on my arms, weak and ridiculous.

I slowly raised my left hand, pointed the knife at Zhao Yi's right arm.

"You probably had an unhappy childhood."

"So, you can act like a spoiled child now, as much as you want."

“I won’t listen though.”

After talking to myself like a fool, I pointed the tip of the knife at Zhao Yi's left arm and pushed it in suddenly.

The long knife instantly pierced through his flesh, and a stream of blood spurted out.

In severe pain, Zhao Yi's hoarse throat uttered a pleading cry again, and his eyes became weak and full of pleading.

I simply pulled out the long knife, aimed it at Zhao Yi's right arm, and stabbed it again.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Amid Zhao Yi's cries of pain, I gripped the hilt of the knife, put my face close to him, and whispered.

"Pray to your God."

"Next, I will torture you as much as I can and make you scream."

"I hope you can remember this feeling, even in your next life."

As I spoke, my hands did not stop and I stabbed him again and again, avoiding his internal organs.

Soon, Zhao Yi's body was covered in blood and flesh, with no place left to touch, and he could no longer utter any sound of pain.

I no longer hesitated, holding the long knife, and stabbed it into his heart. The long knife went through his body and stabbed into the wall behind him.

"Good night, Master."

Chapter 105: Small-minded

"Good night, Master."

Where the long knife fell, there was bright red blood. The dazzling red color spread along the handle of the knife, all the way to my palm, and then slowly dripped onto the ground along my palm.

I slowly moved my hand away from the hilt of the knife. Zhao Yi's head drooped down, no longer alive, and his body was nailed to the wall by the long knife. Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

"That's great! Now you look like a son of God."

The only drawback is that he was not crucified.

I turned around. The place was still eerily quiet. The people who were supposed to be Zhao Yi's followers did not rush up to the stage in anger and crush me as I had imagined. They just stared at me blankly with strange eyes.

After a moment's silence, I looked at the crowd with a mocking expression, raised my bloody hands, smiled and shouted loudly.

"See? Your gods are somewhat vulnerable."

"Don't you have anyone who can come up and avenge your leader?"

At my provocation, the crowd in the audience started to make a commotion and finally reacted. They belatedly began to get angry and yelled at me.

"Kill him!! Kill this infidel!!"