My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 60 Massacre and Revenge

Carl was stunned for just a moment, then he immediately thought of something. After a slight sense of it, his face suddenly turned ugly.

What? This damn guy was already convicted, so why is he still chasing me?!

The ritual induction can only find the approximate direction, not the specific location, and he must be deliberately distracted to sense it.

He originally thought that Jules could no longer threaten him, so he didn't bother to sense him anymore.

Therefore, he didn't know that Jules was so close to him!

In front of him, the chief grinned, revealing a strange expression along with the distorted pattern on his face:

"Mr. Karl, it seems someone is here to kill us."

Karl pursed his lips, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes:
"Don't be afraid, his frontal combat ability is not strong."

At this moment, hearing the gunshots, guards were rushing over, which made Carl's eyes show a sense of relief and mockery.

"Did you hallucinate from smoking opium and think you could beat me? I couldn't kill you before only because you ran fast. Do you really think..."

Before he finished speaking, Jules' figure holding a tusk-shaped scepter suddenly emerged from the window.

His face was filled with indifference:

"Mr. Karl, don't think you're the only smart person in the world."

He did not appear on his own initiative, but simply because the power of the blade was too strong and the moth cloak could no longer cover it.

Being pointed at by that strange scepter with only two fangs, Carl's hair stood up all over his body.

He recognized it; it was the fang of a saber-toothed tiger.

This is a terrifying creation unique to the Law of Blade!

"What are you going to do?! I'm warning you, there will be no good consequences if you kill me!"

He quickly raised the gun in his hand, remaining calm on the surface, but his chattering teeth revealed his inner fear.

Jules stared at Karl quietly and said with a sarcastic smile:

"From the moment I stepped on the boat that left London, there was no turning back."

Click.

boom!
One of the only two fangs suddenly broke!
The slashing attack that is unique to the principle of the blade is launched again!
At the moment the fangs broke, Carl smelled the scent of death for the first time in a long time.

He made a prompt decision and pushed the old chief who was still in a daze over to him!
As the fangs shattered, time seemed to freeze in an instant.

The fang fragments turned into sharp light and shadow, with a cold edge, and instantly slashed towards the two of them!
There seemed to be a thin mist in the air, and Carl could feel the temperature around him drop sharply, and every breath seemed to be pierced by ice needles.

The light and shadow cut through the air at an extremely slow, yet seemingly incredible speed, making a slight yet sharp sound of breaking wind, and went straight to the old chief in front of him.

The old chief's eyes were filled with confusion and fear, and he had no idea what was happening.

With a light "swish" sound, like the sound of cloth tearing, the blade cut through the old chief's waist accurately and cut him in half.

The cross section is as smooth as a mirror.

This force did not dissipate, but continued to slash towards Carl!

Carl's eyes were bloodshot:

"If you want to kill me, there's no way!"

As the slash passed by, his body suddenly burst into a blood mist.

The surrounding windows shattered instantly, turning into blades and stabbing at him.

However, he just roared, grabbed the two guards beside him, and directly blocked the aftermath of the fatal blow for himself.

Then he ran for his life, vomiting blood violently as he ran.

Obviously, even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured.

"I'm so lucky, I'm not dead."

Yule's tone was cold, and he moved quickly to chase after him.

But at this moment, the guards had surrounded them, all holding the same lanterns in their hands and with vigilant expressions on their faces.

The power of the Lamp Code, it doesn't want me to use the moth cloak to escape from the battlefield... Yule smiled and said:

"I advise you not to stop me."

He looked calm and spoke cruel words in the most ordinary tone:

"I don't want to waste time. Killing people is too boring."

The guards did not retreat, but formed small teams and surrounded them in batches.

Some of them held spears, some held pistols, and some even held a crude shotgun.

Seeing this, Jules couldn't help but sigh.

The more he killed, the more numb he became. He really didn't want to kill anymore.

It’s tiring to slaughter too many pigs, let alone killing people?

But there is no way. Some people are dumber than pigs. There is no other solution except killing them.

He pulled out a small knife from his trouser pocket and said calmly:
"You can shoot, but I can't guarantee that the person who shoots first will survive."

The knife was filled with the concept of "sharpness", and even the air was buzzing with it.

Although the guards were numerous and powerful, they always had an illusion:
It was as if it was not they who surrounded Jules, but Jules who surrounded them.

Perhaps intimidated by Jules's powerful aura, the only sound present was the sound of breathing, barely audible enough to hear a pin drop.

As Jules gradually approached, the guards could not help but retreat subconsciously.

Until there is no way back.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore.

One of them roared and pulled the trigger!
boom!
When the man saw the bloody hole on Yule's body, a hint of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes.

But then he saw Jules jump up as if nothing had happened and swing his knife at him!

A cold light flashed past, causing his head to fly up.

Even after the round head had rolled around on the ground several times, his expression still contained a trace of disbelief.

"monster……"

This scene seemed to break the tense nerves of some people present. They howled wildly and launched the most terrifying attack they could on Jules in front of them!

Jules had already prepared to dodge, but facing such an intensive attack, some of it could be said to be unavoidable.

boom.

The shotgun fired, instantly piercing half of his waist.

puff.

The spear pierced into his chest, leaving a bloody hole.

The intense pain made his face even more distorted and crazier.

Jules grinned and said:
"Your masters have abandoned you, yet you're still loyal to me. There's no other group of dogs as good as you in the world!"

boom!
He raised his pistol, the bullet fired, and flames exploded!

Along with the flames, an intact head also exploded!

At the same time, he rolled flexibly, and with a slash of the knife, he separated the head and body of the man holding a shotgun next to him.

Someone wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to give chase, but found that the blood on the ground began to wriggle and shot towards his throat like a sharp arrow!

"Ho..."

After a while, the last person fell in a pool of blood, twitching continuously with disbelief in his eyes.

Were these ten or so people slaughtered by Jules alone?
Staring at the gunshot wound in Yule's heart, he closed his eyes unwillingly.

He finally confirmed a fact.

What I see before me is not a human...

Yule glanced around and after making sure that there was no one who was not dead, he walked straight to the door.

"In my next life, I'll be a dog and choose a good master."

The door of the mansion slowly opened.

Inside, there were piles of corpses and pools of blood.

Jules walked out slowly, stepping on the pool of blood, making a clattering sound.

His eyes were cold:
"Karl, do you think you can run away?"

He used the power of Blood Tide to control his blood loss, and without hesitation, he followed the compass's guidance and pursued his enemy!

……

"My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you?!"

The members who were preparing for the sacrifice outside Stonehenge were stunned when they saw Carl's terrible injuries.

"Never mind, hurry up and start the sacrifice! Let's go straight into Stonehenge!" Carl roared.

"……Yes!"

The people on the carriage had already been driven off, tied together with iron chains, and driven into Stonehenge like pigs and dogs.

The huge rocks on display seemed to have some kind of magic. After everyone entered, a mist rose up, blocking the view from inside and outside.

After a while.

Jules stood outside Stonehenge, looking at the mist in front of him that seemed to be formed by evaporating water vapor, his eyes calm.

"Is this the so-called Stonehenge..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the blood left by Carl.

The bloodstains stretched all the way in like the mark of death.

"Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will kill you..."

Without any hesitation, he stepped right in!
The fog is surging.

In the eyes of horror and fear of the crowd, Jules's blood-soaked back gradually became blurred.

The native sniffed the remaining blood and trembled:

"Grace... He deserves grace more than we do..."

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