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Chapter 673 Twilight World Channel
A campfire was lit, and the night grew dark.

The Viking warriors, their faces smeared with grass-sap paint, stood intently around the wooden platform in front of the church.

A shrill whistle echoed through the church. Count Iris, his hands firmly bound by iron chains, knelt on a wooden platform. The rough chains dug deep into his wrists and ankles, exposing the bone, and a nameless fear made him tremble slightly.

Jiang He stood behind Count Iris, holding not his usual dragon spear, but a Viking boning knife with an ancient design and a strange curve. The blade was long and thin, like a cicada's wing, and gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the pale moonlight.

There were no words, no verdicts, only actions.

Jiang He's fingers were cold and steady, like the most precise tools. He tore apart the tattered fabric on the back of Earl Iris. The sound of the fabric tearing was particularly jarring in the deathly silence, revealing his broad back covered in goosebumps and bristling hairs from fear and cold.

The cold glint of the boning knife fell.

Whoosh!
The blade pierced precisely, the tip making two deep, perfectly parallel cuts along both sides of the spine, from top to bottom. The flesh rolled back, and blood gushed out like a long-suppressed spring, flowing down the grooves of the spine.

"Ugh!"

Count Iris let out a horrific scream, his body thrashing wildly, causing the chains to rattle loudly. In front of the church, many in the royal procession instinctively covered their mouths, their stomachs churning.

Norlund was somewhat disappointed; Count Iris had lost his qualification to enter Valhalla, so what followed was pure torture.

Jiang He ignored the screams of agony.

He put away the boning knife, and Enzo handed him a heavy, short-handled battle axe. Jiang He precisely embedded the blunt tip of the axe blade into the left side of Count Iris's spine, close to the base of his ribs.

Then, he suddenly pried it upwards.

Click!

A series of clear, chilling sounds of bones breaking rang out—one, two, three… Count Iris’s left ribs, like cage bars violently ripped apart, were torn from his spine, dripping with flesh and bone fragments, and twisted outwards.

"Ho..."

The wailing turned into the gasps of death, and Count Iris's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, bloodshot and filled with extreme pain and incomprehensible fear.

Repeat the same process on the right side.

Jiang He casually tossed aside the battle axe, then reached into the bloody wound with both hands and precisely located his target—two lung lobes that were still twitching violently, rising and falling with their owner's gasping breaths.

Then, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, almost unfocused by fear, Jiang He slowly and solemnly pulled out the two lung lobes, outward and upward, and placed them on Count Iris's shoulders.

Blood Eagle Punishment.

A blood eagle made of human flesh and bones appeared before all the onlookers under the cold moonlight. Due to the ingestion of herbs, Count Iris was not completely dead. His body trembled violently in unimaginable pain, causing his "blood wings" to tremble slightly each time, like a dying blood eagle making its last struggle.

The shock was intense, like an invisible hammer that struck the very soul of every onlooker.

"vomit!"

Finally, someone could no longer bear it and bent over to vomit violently. Several court ceremonial officials in the envoy's procession turned ashen-faced, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Even seasoned professional soldiers turned pale at this moment, their inner linings soaked with cold sweat, and their gazes toward Jiang He's back were filled with a pure fear that transcended the realm of common sense.

Norland and Enzo hoisted Count Iris up, his wrists bound by chains, his lungs resting on his shoulders, the outward-turned flesh resembling wings.

Count Iris died quietly.

Violet's face was slightly pale; she was also not used to this bloody torture, and some of the elven archers had already fainted.

Pfft!
In the Viking Legion, a young man on his first voyage slumped to the ground, his eyes somewhat vacant.

"Alas," Torenos sighed softly.

Norland shook his head helplessly.

Among the crowd, Renn drew his dagger, approached the young man from behind, and coldly said:

"You have never been worthy to go to Valhalla in your life."

"Fall into the underworld."

Wow!

Raine slit the neck of his young kinsman, and blood gushed out.

An old Viking walked away with his head bowed in shame. The young Viking warrior who had died was his second son, and it was foreseeable that the entire family would be stigmatized because of his son's fear.

Raine cut off the head of his kin, picked it up, and walked onto the wooden platform.

“Augustus, this is the sacrifice of the coward.”

Norlund picked up the wooden bowl to collect the blood, gesturing for Jiang He to take it. But just as he reached out, "Raine" suddenly moved closer, offering a dagger that fit snugly against his wrist, plunging it into Jiang He's heart. The sharp tip of the sub-legendary blade struck the center of the black cloak, which had neither dragon scales nor any other defensive features.

This was a deadly sneak attack that came without warning.

"Raine, you're insane!"

"Throwing axe!" "Kill Raine!"

Several flying axes came, but were deflected by the dagger.

"Raine" gave a sinister smile, then removed his disguise to reveal his true face—a weathered and ordinary middle-aged man. Just as Jiang He led his team to attack Yorktown, the Black Viper, the second-in-command of the Viper School, launched a surprise attack on the Earl's castle. The real Raine had already been assassinated and replaced before his ambitions could be realized.

"Poor employer, I won't charge you the remaining balance."

Ignoring the death of their employer, Count Iris.

Black Viper glanced contemptuously at the Viking warriors. As a top-tier demon hunter, he was confident he could escape unscathed from their siege.

puff!

A silver spearhead suddenly pierced through his back.

Everyone present was stunned into silence.

Black Viper's pupils constricted, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. In that instant, he had absolutely killed Augustus, but the other's vitality now seemed to have returned to its peak.

"how so……"

Faced with the bizarre and incomprehensible, the Black Viper murmured.

“Returning from Valhalla means I won’t die from a sneak attack,” Jiang He casually made up a reason.

The power of time has quietly subsided.

Torenos shouted excitedly, "The Undead!"

"The Undying!" The warriors were filled with fervor.

The Green Ghost was so excited that he couldn't contain himself as he witnessed the deification of Augustus.

Norlund was the most shocked. At this distance, he couldn't possibly misjudge Jiang He's condition; it was definitely death.

[Hint: You have obtained the tattoo title "The Undying"]
Jiang He flicked his hand, and the Black Viper's body exploded into pieces. The opponent's assassination skills were extremely high, but it was just a waste of a time loop.

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The next morning.

The envoys departed without stopping. The Golden Oak nobles had previously only described the Vikings as barbaric and bloodthirsty, but it wasn't until last night that they truly experienced it firsthand.

With the Vikings and the Elven army withdrawing from Yorktown, Violet no longer dwelled on the Bloodhawk's punishment and focused her attention on the fertile land. The Thorn Tribe, with its thousands of elderly and weak, living in forest caves, could now finally catch their breath.

More than a hundred people arrived at the coast. Violet specifically named ten elven swordsmen to leave with her, while the remaining eighty people stayed at Iris Castle.

By afternoon, seven Viking longships made of thorn branches by Jiang He lay across the sea, with Viking warriors carrying gold, silver, jewels, food, and fresh water in trip after trip.

As the wealth is absorbed, the progress of the executive's exclusive main storyline accelerates significantly.

Wealth value: 330%

Forty people boarded the ship one after another. Looking at Jiang He, who was sitting at the bow wearing a black cloak, Norlund couldn't help but ask:
"Augustus, you haven't taken any of your treasure."

“It was sacrificed to Valhalla.”

Norrend: "..."

Do you think I'm stupid?
Jiang He had no intention of wasting words, and the notification sound rang again.

[Hint: An exclusive side quest for the Executive has been released]
[Mission Name: Fortress Destroyer]
[Mission Requirement: Destroy the Twilight Descent Point - Bear Fortress]
[Quest Introduction: In the northern wilderness stands an ancient fortress of the Witcher Bear School, occupied by a large group of Twilight players as one of the bridgeheads for subsequent players to arrive.]
[To destroy the fortress, the Twilight Core needs to be corrupted. The easiest way to get close to the Twilight Core is to disguise yourself as a Twilight player. Origin will provide the Executor with a temporary disguise, which requires spending three natural days with multiple Twilight players without being detected.]
[After successfully disguising himself, the executor must infiltrate the fortress, corrupt and hold the Twilight Core until the mission ends.]
[Quest Rewards: 2 Legendary Set Enhancement Scrolls / 20000 Game Currency and Experience]
[Task Time Limit: 50 calendar days]
[Task Penalty: None]
[Note: We have infiltrated the Twilight player world channel on behalf of the Executor and their animal companions. Under the vigilance of the Twilight Battlefield, several Twilight Apostles have already received investigation missions regarding the Executor (Twilight Apostles hold a status equivalent to mid-to-high-level Executors)].
"Anyone interested in the Frost Dragon that recently appeared in the Frost Mountains? Seeking top-tier tank and melee fighters. One player short, meet at Bear Fortress..."

"I am an art model, just turned 180 years old, with 8 points of original charm. I am willing to dedicate myself to art. Painters can chat with me privately if they are free. Only those who are physically fit should come. There are discounts for group bookings."

"An immortal-grade, godlike, invincible knight's sword, for a bargain price. If interested, please DM my alt account: @香香软糖".

"Can the woman upstairs who sells porn just die? How can a succubus charge money? She has no professional ethics at all."

"I found a lavender field deep in the northern wilderness. It's absolutely gorgeous! My macho heart is melting. Any white-socked lads want to come and admire it together?"

"Newly Rising! Fierce! Powerful! Overbearing! The Mysterious Superstar of the Boundless Void - King of the Era, Mo Ke's Photobook Collector's Edition, 2000 Game Coins, Sisters, let's split the cost, a special treat!"

"...The relationship between King Ragnar and King Halder has come to an end. Some old Vikings judge that after the naval attack on the capital, there will inevitably be a war between the two sides. King Halder wants to become the king of the entire Northland. I wonder how the various parties will respond. —Northland Morning Post (Why is no one buying a proper newspaper?)."

"The Blue Swordsman is dead, isn't anyone going to mourn him?"

"Incense."

"Incense."

Jiang He closed the player panel. The world channel of Twilight was quite lively, with hundreds of messages in a short time, indicating that there were quite a few players.

(End of this chapter)