Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Chapter 346 Plum Blossoms for the Second Time.

"Shattered Star, March is right."

"This nightmare creature is extremely dangerous; keeping it alive would be a disaster."

Everyone assumed that Sui Xing felt an inappropriate pity for the assassin who wanted to kill her because of her inherent kindness or because she had lost part of her memory.

……

however.

Suixing completely ignored March 7's tears.

She walked straight up to Jing Ke.

Squat down.

Jing Ke: W-what are you doing?

"you……"

Sui Xing licked his lips, his voice revealing an undisguised fervor and greed:

"What you just did..."

"What are you eating?"

……

Jing Ke looked at the face so close to his.

Watching the golden drool dripping down.

I was completely stunned.

What did you eat?

She asked me what I was eating.

To save his life, he quickly and honestly answered:

"It's...it's a pill!"

"Eat it..."

Jing Ke swallowed hard and said tremblingly:

"After consuming it, it can rapidly burn the essence of nightmares in a short period of time."

"Ignoring the rules of the dream, my strength instantly triples..."

"I...I've confessed everything, please stop torturing me..."

……

"oh."

After listening, Sui Xing nodded thoughtfully.

"Burning the source."

"His strength has increased dramatically."

"No wonder..."

As Sui Xing muttered to herself, she leaned her head forward!

"Sniff—sniff—"

……

"!!!"

Jing Ke was so frightened that his whole body stiffened!

Even breathing stopped!

What is she going to do?!

[What kind of inhuman interrogation method is this?!]

……

After taking a deep breath, Sui Xing closed her eyes contentedly.

An expression of extreme ecstasy appeared on his face.

She turned her head.

Looking at Danheng and Sanyueqi, who both had blank expressions.

He asked a question with utmost seriousness and utter bewilderment that shattered the worldviews of everyone present:

Why...?

"After he ate that damn pill..."

"Your body smells so good now?"

Sui Xing smacked his lips and pointed at Jing Ke's purplish-black pectoral muscles:

"It really smells amazing, amazing."

……

……

Dead silence.

Inside the Golden Palace, even the wind had stopped.

On the seventh day of the third lunar month, its mouth is so wide open that an egg can be stuffed inside.

She forced back the tears welling in her eyes.

[Smells good...smells good?]

[This is an assassin!!!]

Dan Heng's hand, which was holding the spear, froze in mid-air.

He looked at the fanatical gaze of the shattered star.

I finally understand.

Her saying "wait a minute" just now wasn't because she was being soft-hearted at all!

She's treating this assassin like a pre-marinated dish!

……

"Gurgle."

Jing Ke, lying on the ground, finally realized what was happening.

He looked at Sui Xing with a drooling gaze.

Now he finally understood why the monster's eyes looked so strange when it was looking at him earlier.

That wasn't an interrogation at all.

Those are diners checking the appearance of the dishes!

"devil……"

Jing Ke cried, this time he was really scared and cried like a two-hundred-pound idiot.

"You bunch of perverts..."

"Kill me!!!"

"Please, just kill me!!!"

……

"Shut up."

Sui Xing impatiently slapped Jing Ke on the head.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Danheng.

He issued the order with great certainty:

"This person."

"Kill them in a few days."

Dan Heng paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked:

Why?

"What's the point of keeping him around?"

Sui Xing extended his skeletal fingers, pointed at Jing Ke, and then at the cuts on his severed limbs.

He said with righteous indignation:

"Of course it works!"

"His Explosive Pill is simply an unparalleled, divine ingredient!"

"The meat was firm and fragrant after eating!"

"Don't kill him yet."

Shattered Star made the final decision:

"Lock him in the imperial kitchen first!"

"Let him give it to me..."

"To refine those fragrant pills every day!"

"I think I'll need it in the future."

……

Upon hearing this, Jing Ke's eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

He raised his head in despair and protested at the top of his lungs:

"I am an assassin!!!"

"I am a noble, high-ranking nightmare!!!"

"I'm not a cook!!!"

……

Shattered Star lowered its head.

Look at him.

A capitalist's smile appeared on that face devoid of flesh.

"From now on... you are."

"Get to work!"

"For every single pill missing, I'll eat a piece of your flesh!"

the next day.

The Great Shattered Star Dynasty, on an open space next to the Imperial Hospital.

They worked through the night to build a simple, drafty, dilapidated thatched hut.

The thatch on the roof was even temporarily taken from the green belt of the Imperial Garden.

In the very center of the room stood a dilapidated alchemy furnace, which had been moved from some abandoned Taoist temple.

Flames flickered beneath the stove.

……

And this moment.

Jing Ke, the ultimate assassin who was once renowned in the Abyss of Dreams and shouldered the heavy responsibility of restoring his nation to three thousand of his kin.

He was sitting cross-legged in front of that broken alchemy furnace.

He was holding a tattered palm-leaf fan.

Mechanically.

He fanned the fire, one stroke at a time.

"..."

Jing Ke raised his head and looked at the broken furnace in front of him, from which black smoke was billowing out.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with a death wish like "The wind howls and the Yi River is cold."

At this moment, only two streams of scalding tears remained, about to burst forth.

"Waaah..."

"Waaaaah..."

Jing Ke finally broke down, covering his face and letting out an extremely suppressed, collapsing sob.

What kind of mess is this?!

【I'm an assassin!!!】

[I have honed my skills in stealth and assassination for thousands of years, all so that one day I could take the enemy general's head amidst a sea of soldiers!]

The result is now...

[I'm being held down here by that monster, used as a fully automated humanoid medicine-making machine?!]

……

humiliation!

The ultimate humiliation!

But what's more terrifying than humiliation is the desperate situation of reality!

Jing Ke looked at the empty materials basket next to him.

The tears flowed even more fiercely.

[Alchemy?]

【I'll use my head to refine it!!!】

Others might not know where that so-called "Nine-Turn Nightmare Burst Pill" came from, but surely he has some idea!

That's not made from any legitimate medicinal herbs at all!

That was created by three thousand high-level nightmares, each squeezing out a drop of the purest soul essence, forcibly kneading it out!

The formula is extremely simple and straightforward: extremely pure Nightmare Essence!

But now!

That tyrant named Shattered Star actually issued an edict that he must hand over ten Explosion Pills every day!

They said they wanted to collect it!

What's the point of her collecting this stuff? Isn't that crazy?

"Ten..."

"Ten pills a day..."

In despair, Jing Ke clutched at his already sparse hair, scratching his scalp until it was almost raw.

Where am I supposed to get so many Nightmare Essences?!

[Even if you threw me into a juicer and squeezed me dry, you couldn't get a single grain of rice!]

If the goods are not delivered.

That expressionless killer with the long spear would definitely rush in without hesitation.

I cut myself into 10,800 pieces and actually sent them to the imperial kitchen to be used in hot pot!

"no……"

"I can't die..."

"I bear the hopes of three thousand compatriots on my shoulders; I must survive and find another opportunity to assassinate them!"

Jing Ke suddenly raised his head, a hint of desperate madness flashing in his eyes.

No materials available.

Then let's go get the materials!

Where can I get it?

Where are the sources of nightmares most abundant throughout the entire dream?

The answer is obvious.

outside the city.

Refugee Lane.

There lay more than three thousand beggars... "raw materials".

……

The night was dark and the wind was high.

Outside Shattered Star City, a chilling wind howled.

A figure wrapped in a tattered sack, with a black cloth covering his face.

Like a ghost, it silently scaled the city wall.

Jing Ke.

He was clutching a thick, hard club that he had picked up from who-knows-where.

His steps were unsteady, but his speed was extremely fast.

As he made his way towards the refugee alley, Jing Ke frantically tried to morally convince himself:

If you don't go to hell, who will?

I'm not harming my own kind!

I'm on a great covert mission!

[To assassinate the tyrant, and to restore the supreme glory of my Nightmare Clan, necessary sacrifices are unavoidable!]

I'm only borrowing a small portion of their essence.

Yes! Just a tiny bit!

[Once I've mastered my divine skills and defeated that monster, I will definitely erect the largest martyrs' monument for them!]

After a period of self-hypnosis.

The guilt that Jing Ke felt vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a sense of tragic grandeur, as if Lao Tzu is suffering for the greater good!

……

Refugee Lane.

The stench was unbearable.

Jing Ke moved like a nimble mouse, darting through garbage heaps and shadows.

He is very smart.

He didn't go looking for those nightmares that were sleeping in groups.

He specifically targeted those who were alone, weak, or starving.

soon.

He has identified a target.

That was once a [High-Ranking Dreadlord].

Now he's just a skinny beggar.

He was curled up behind a broken wooden box, clutching half a spoiled steamed bun tightly in his arms, fast asleep.

……

Jing Ke took a deep breath.

They crept up behind him silently.

He raised the club in his hand high.

"brother……"

Jing Ke silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled thud!

The club struck the nightmare squarely on the back of the head!

"Well……"

The nightmare didn't even open its eyes before its eyes rolled back and it completely passed out.

Jing Ke's movements were extremely skillful.

He knelt on one knee.

He held the other person's head with one hand.

With his other hand, his fingers were like knives, and he suddenly stabbed at the other person's forehead!

"Sizzle!"

He forcibly extracted a wisp of pure, purplish-black essence!

It took away most of someone's life!

The nightmare's body instantly became translucent, as if it might drift away in the wind at any moment.

"call……"

Jing Ke put the essence into a specially made small jade bottle.

Looking at his kinsmen lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Two crocodile tears of compassion welled up in Jing Ke's eyes.

He leaned close to the nightmare's ear and spoke in an extremely tragic and sorrowful tone.

He murmured in a low voice:

"brother……"

"You've suffered."

"But don't worry."

"The organization will never forget your contributions!"

"Your name will forever be etched on the monument of resistance against tyrants!"

After delivering this deeply moving eulogy.

Jing Ke stood up.

A quick glance.

The half-eaten, sour steamed bun that fell into the nightmare's arms and was clutched tightly...

And next to it, a dead rat that had just been swatted and was intended to be kept for tomorrow's breakfast.

"Gurgle..."

Jing Ke's stomach, quite uncooperatively, let out a thunderous protest.

This kind of physical labor burns a lot of calories.

To maintain an assassin's peak performance...

Jing Ke did not hesitate at all.

He snatched the sour steamed bun and stuffed it into his arms.

then.

He casually picked up the dead rat by the tail.

"This is also for the victory of the revolution!"

"Brother, I'm requisitioning these rations!"

After looting and cleaning.

With his club in hand, Jing Ke disappeared into the darkness without looking back, continuing his search for the next "brother who has made a contribution."

……

at the same time.

The Great Shattered Star Dynasty.

The backyard of the imperial kitchen.

A dark shadow, three times wider than Jing Ke.

He was struggling to squeeze his enormous body into an extremely tight set of night clothes.

You big idiot.

Head Chef of the Imperial Kitchen.

At this moment, his face was covered with a black cloth, and he was holding a boning knife in his hand and carrying an oversized sack on his shoulder.

"You're strangling me..."

Big Sabbie gasped for breath; the night clothes were too small, and his fat was protesting.

As the saying goes, if the cook doesn't steal, the grains won't be harvested.

These past few days, I've been cooking for Suixing.

He also stole a lot of the original essence.

This is what caused his body to become so exaggerated.

He looked at the night sky, his eyes filled with despair and madness.

[They've gone mad.]

That monster is absolutely insane!

The big idiot was hysterically roaring in his heart:

My appetite has increased again!!!

[Yesterday I ate ten meals a day!]

[Today, those few killers issued a decree stating that the Emperor is still growing and must eat twenty meals a day!!!]

[We have to add that damn "special sauce" to every meal!!!]

Twenty meals!!!

Even if you squeezed me dry in a millstone, you still wouldn't have enough sauce for tomorrow!

The big idiot was on the verge of tears.

he knows.

If I can't deliver that purplish-black sauce tomorrow...

That pink-haired girl with the ice bow will definitely freeze him into an ice sculpture, then smash him to pieces and feed him to the dogs!

"There's no other way..."

"We can only make things harder for our relatives in the refugee alley."

Big Scum tightened his grip on the sack, crouched low, and slipped out of the palace in an extremely sleazy manner.

As we walked.

This former strategist of the Nightmare Clan was also frantically offering himself shameless self-comfort:

I'm not being selfish!

I'm doing something big!

Just think about it, these nightmare beggars all over the city, exposed to the wind and sun every day, sometimes hungry, sometimes full—how pitiful they are!

I had them arrested and taken to the imperial kitchen.

Although... although the process was slightly painful.

【but!】

I'm providing them with job opportunities!!!

The more Da Sabi thought about it, the more he felt great about himself, and he was even a little moved.

In this cruel and chaotic world, I offered them a stable job!

That's the ultimate condiment for the Emperor's table!

What an honor this is!

[If it weren't for me, the big idiot, mediating here!]

They don't even qualify as seasoning! They're just meant to rot in the sewers!

I'm practically their second parent!

With this lofty sense of mission to "save all living beings".