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"Those people all ran away." Su Qingxuan walked over, a submachine gun slung over her shoulder. "They ran faster than rabbits."

Shen Wen nodded: "It's alright."

He looked towards the gate of the village.

The howls of goblins came from inside, more intense and sharper than before.

But nothing has rushed out yet.

Zhang Yang's evil spirit just killed a wave of enemies, which bought them some time.

"Can that Iron-level evil spirit be used?" Shen Wen asked Su Qingxuan.

Su Qingxuan flipped her hand, and the ebony coffin appeared in her palm. She closed her eyes to sense it for a moment, then opened them: "It's possible. But it's much weaker than before; it needs to be nurtured."

"That's fine then."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chorus of strange screams erupted from inside the village gate.

Shen Wen turned his head.

Two figures rushed out of the village gate, one in red and one in blue.

Its red skin is like burning charcoal, and rainwater evaporates into white mist when it falls on it; its blue body is covered with frost flowers, and the mud under its feet crackles when frozen.

Frost Goblin. Flame Goblin.

Behind him followed at least twenty ordinary goblins, wielding all sorts of weapons, roaring as they surged out.

Shen Wen turned to the Celia sisters: "Take care of yourselves."

Selena huddled behind her sister, her face pale.

Celia pulled her back a dozen steps, and the invisible umbrella covered them both, with the rain sliding to the sides.

Shen Wen turned back and gripped the curved knife tightly.

The Frost Goblin charged ahead, spewing out a cloud of white mist that spread along the ground.

Shen Wen didn't dodge. He took a step forward, the mud and water exploded, and he crashed into the cold air.

The cold air enveloped his calves, and ice crystals crept up his trouser legs.

However, his physical condition at 51 years old provided him with resistance, which did not affect his movements at all.

The scimitar slashed upwards, the blade cutting through the cold air and slicing across the Frost Goblin's chest.

Blood spurted out, mixed with ice shards.

The Frost Goblin screamed and staggered backward.

The Flame Goblin pounced from the side, its curved blade, still hot from its blade, aimed at Shen Wen's neck.

Shen Wen turned to the side, the blade grazing his ear, the heat stinging his skin. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed the Flame Goblin's wrist as it held the knife.

work hard.

"Click—"

The sound of a wrist bone shattering was muffled by the rain. The Flame Goblin's scream had barely escaped its lips when Shen Wen's scimitar had already sliced ​​through its throat.

The body fell forward, crashing into the muddy water, hissing and emitting white smoke.

The Frost Goblin clutched its chest wound and tried to run, but Su Mu darted out from the side. Grayish-black mist surged from his scimitar as he slashed into the back of its neck.

The evil spirit exploded, and half of the Frost Goblin's soul was shredded.

It shrieked and turned around, but Su Mu's second stab had already arrived, piercing through its eye socket and exiting from the back of its head.

The body fell down.

Shen Wen had already charged into the pile of ordinary goblins behind him.

The scimitar seemed alive in his hands; each swing took a life. His slashes, hacks, parries, and thrusts were clean and efficient, without a single wasted movement.

Su Mu followed beside him, his curved blade never stopping.

The Hundred Fiends Armor protected her entire body, and when ordinary goblin bone knives struck her, they couldn't even leave a white mark.

Jiang Youchu stood behind, firing ice arrows one after another, accurately piercing the chests of the goblins who were trying to flank her.

The cold air exploded, slowing their movements, and they were then easily killed by Shen Wen or Su Mu.

Su Qingxuan did not fire a shot.

She placed her palm on the ebony coffin, and the coffin lid popped open a crack. The bruised and battered Black Iron-level evil spirit seeped out from the crack and solidified into a blurry face.

"Go," she whispered.

The evil spirit drifted out and pounced on a goblin that was trying to sneak up from the side.

The black mist enveloped the goblin's head. It screamed, threw down its weapon, and frantically scratched at itself, its eyes rolling back in its head.

Three seconds later, the body fell to the ground.

Shen Wen slashed down the last ordinary goblin and sheathed his sword.

More than twenty corpses lay scattered at the entrance of the village, blood mixed with rainwater flowing down the ditches and staining the entire muddy ground dark red.

He stood amidst the pile of corpses, his chest heaving, but his breathing remained relatively steady.

A suggestion flashed through my mind.

[Slaughter advancement conditions met - Current progress: 100/100]

[Sequence: Butcher Tier 1 Limit Break]

[Currently advancing to the second tier...]

Promotion Completed

[Current Sequence Rank: Second Rank - Executioner]

A warm sensation surged from my chest, not the gentle warmth I felt before, but like magma flowing into my blood vessels, pumping from my heart to every part of my body.

Shen Wen's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body tensed uncontrollably.

Muscles are tearing and remodeling, while bones are growing and strengthening.

The feeling I had when I was improving my physique came back, but this time it was more intense and more violent.

He gritted his teeth and stood firmly in place without moving.

three seconds.

Or five seconds.

That force finally subsided.

Shen Wen looked down at his hands. They were still the same hands, but the feeling of power coming from his palms when he clenched his fists was completely different.

He looked at the attribute panel.

[Constitution: 51→71]

[Spirit: 31→51]

It wasn't over yet. The panel continued to flash, displaying line after line of information.

【Executioner's Eye (Passive): Increases the perception range to a radius of 100 meters.】

It can not only sense killing intent and weaknesses, but also predict an enemy's movement trajectory within 0.5 seconds. It automatically marks any malicious gaze, ignoring obstacles.

【Killing Blade (Passive): Any blade will be imbued with killing intent, allowing it to launch mental attacks on enemies and deal equal damage to spirits.

The wielding blade absorbs the souls of those slain to strengthen itself; the higher the weapon's quality, the higher its enhancement limit.

Blood Sacrifice (Passive): The kill limit is increased from 10 to 50.

For each Black Iron-level life form killed, you can choose to gain either +4 to Constitution or +4 to Spirit.

Kill records serve as a "deterrent," inflicting a 20% psychological suppression on any creature type previously killed.

【Execution Announcement (Active): Lock onto a target and apply an "execution mark" to it.

During the marked period: Attacks on this target will inflict mental "execution" damage, and any invisibility, illusion, or disguise on the target will be ineffective against the caster.

[Guillotine (Passive): When attacking a target with less than 30% health or who is in a state of fear/out of control, there is a certain probability of directly performing a 'decapitation' judgment.]

【Bloodstained (Passive/Active Switch):】

Passive: For each corpse that has just died (within 60 seconds) within 10 meters, temporarily increase Constitution by 2 and Spirit by 1, stacking up to 5 times.

Active: Consumes 1 stack of "Bloodstained" effect, instantly restoring 10% of your status or removing one negative status effect. The stack disappears after use, but can be stacked again.

Shen Wen put away the attribute panel, held the curved sword horizontally in front of him, and rainwater flowed down the blade.

"Charge in."

Without saying anything more, he strode toward the village gate.

The improvement brought by the sequence advancement was greater than he had expected, so there was no need to test anything further.

If I test myself before advancing, and I test myself again after advancing, then wasn't my advancement in vain?

This confidence is built on a foundation of numbers.

The green forest, which was once a minor threat to them, is no longer a danger to Shen Wen.

Su Mu and the other two followed him without hesitation.

Celia took Selena's hand and jogged after her.

The gate was wide open, with iron bars nailed to the inside of the door panel, covered with dark brown stains that had not been washed away by the rain.

Behind the gate was a main road paved with gravel, with stone houses on both sides. The houses were much neater than the previous village, and you could even see some signs of planning.

The moment Shen Wen stepped through the gate of the village, a sense of killing intent exploded in his mind.

Fifty meters ahead, at the end of the gravel road, a dense mass of figures was gathering.

Goblins, wielding all sorts of weapons, poured out of the houses on both sides and lined up in the middle of the road.

At a glance, there were at least sixty or seventy of them.

At the very front of the procession stood two giant goblins side by side, each over two and a half meters tall, with gray-black skin and bulging muscles all over their bodies.

They held iron-plated spiked clubs in their hands, the iron spikes on the clubs still stained with dark red bits of flesh.

At the very back of the procession, a figure dressed in a dark red robe stood on a wooden chariot.

The goblin was a head taller than the normal goblin, but it was thin and had sickly grayish-white skin. It held a bone staff in its hand, with a fist-sized dark red gem embedded in the top of the staff.

The raindrops fell three feet above its head, where they were blocked by a faint red light curtain, evaporating into a fine white mist.

Celia's voice came from behind, tinged with obvious tension: "That's the Goblin Priest."

Shen Wen glanced at the gem on the bone staff, then looked at the two giant goblins and the sixty or seventy ordinary goblins, quickly going through the information in his mind.

After the Butcher advances to the next level, ordinary life forms can no longer provide him with attribute points.

Only the Black Iron grade is acceptable.

He turned to the three women: "I'll keep the special ones. The rest are yours."

Su Mu nodded, and the gray-black mist on the scimitar surged, indicating that the evil aura was already at its maximum.

Su Qingxuan slung the submachine gun back over his shoulder, flipped his hand, and the ebony coffin appeared in his palm, the lid popping open a crack.

Jiang Youchu conjured an ice-blue arrow from her fingertips, the tip of which moved back and forth among the goblin ranks.

Shen Wen turned around.

Then he moved.

It's not "rush", it's "collision".

Like a cannonball fired from a gun, the boots stomped on the gravel road, sending up pebbles that flew faster than bullets.

Sixty or seventy goblins roared at the same time, the ones in the front row pressed forward with wooden spears, while the ones in the back row began to throw bone darts.

Shen Wen dodged the two bone darts to the side, then slashed horizontally with his curved blade, simultaneously cutting open the throats of the three goblins in the first row.

He kept moving, cutting through the gap like a red-hot knife slicing into butter.

The blade flashed, and a spray of blood exploded.

Each strike was precise, hitting the most fatal spot; each blow brought a corpse down.

The goblins didn't even have time to scream before they were slain by the scimitar.

Two fiery goblins pounced from the side.

The curved blade, still hot, slashed straight at Shen Wen's neck and waist.

Previously, he had to put in some effort when dealing with this kind of combination.

But now.

Shen Wen parried the red sword with his left-hand scimitar, and then slashed upwards with his right-hand scimitar.

"Execution."

He stared at the nearest Flame Goblin.

The moment the mark fell, Shen Wen's curved blade had already sliced ​​open its chest, and the killing intent attached to the blade seeped into the wound, pouring into its soul like poison.

The fiery goblin opened its mouth to shout, but the sound got stuck in its throat, and its eyes rolled upwards, revealing the grayish-white whites of its eyes.