I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 152 Fanaticism and Indulgence

Are the people here strong?

He is definitely not a concubine. After all, he is a thug raised by the Gilded House. In the past days, he had done countless evil things for his feeder, which made the glory of the Gilded Building shine even more turbidly.

The swarming of thugs is the biggest nightmare in the hearts of countless poor people in the lower city, as well as those who came to Eris when they knew nothing.

There may not be much blood in their tyrannical composition, but there must be plenty of tears.

The weak ones shed tears because of them, and these thugs became more and more tyrannical when facing the weak ones.

But Charles is stronger!

He was born to be the king of Lower Eris.

His abilities are extremely suitable for this battlefield. His fighting spirit will also swallow up everything.

Even though he was just a newly awakened person, even the last battle was defeated by a very ordinary deliveryman. Even every enemy who sees him will subconsciously ignore him before actually taking action.

In this small place with no way out, surrounded by thugs with enough things to do, no one should be able to escape.

As for the target...of course it's a poor man who can't get the money and can only sell his son, daughter or even himself.

How many people are there?

Naturally, there will be no shortage. Even if there are still many left outside, not all those who rush in will be masters.

No matter what kind of lineup they were in, or what they were holding, whether it was a hook or a long pole, there were too few people who could appear in front of him at the same time.

Now that the blood mist has filled the air, there is no need to give gifts.

For Charles, there were too few people here!

Especially after their vision is blocked, their desire for security makes them respond with the greatest enthusiasm to the most trustworthy things in their hands.

not enough!

Difficulty is always relative.

The situation was already decided by him.

Giving up the power of the first few people does not mean that Charles will give up more.

This set of movements is very skillful - behind it is practice and use day and night.

This narrow corridor is both a restraint for Charles and a cage for the thugs.

But no matter what kind of miscellaneous thing it is, as long as there are enough people in this place, it will be useful. In Eris, the saying "A master can never defeat a pack of wolves" is a truth recognized by everyone who speaks.

The companions behind also began to distance themselves from each other to make room for the throwing net.

'But not enough...'

So in this bloody mist, Charles killed so hard... so many people!

After he tore apart the first row of thugs who did not throw out hooks due to carelessness and disdain, and did not choose to strengthen themselves, but set off one-way smoke.

Therefore, after seeing the approaching figure in the blood mist that was not completely blinding, these thugs immediately stabbed out the hooked spear decisively.

Compared with the first few who dealt with it, although the latter ones were still disdainful, the thugs who did not see Charles at the first time still took matters into their own hands.

But the Awakened One is such an unreasonable thing, or Charles is so talented - he has learned to fight better and how to make people fearful.

Then it's time to give yourself a little reward.

At this time, I must mention one thing, that is, no matter how the Gilded Building takes people away, it also treats the goods. At least they gave money during the transaction.

Although it does not affect them to fight when necessary, they still maintain the dignity that they should have as speakers, at least on the surface.

Therefore, this skilled behavior, even in this unfamiliar environment, still plays a sufficient role.

In other words, in this not-so-spacious space, there must be such an effect. Pfft——

Echoing in this corridor, a very pleasant voice explained to the thugs affectionately. The hooked spears they thrust out, whether stabbed or hooked, all successfully hit their targets.

Then the next step should be the scream of the target after being injured.

And after being caught in the hook, if you still have the strength to struggle, the sound of grinding on the ground.

Then whatever it was, the sound dissipated in their subsequent beatings.

In an instinctive preview, listening to those familiar dulcet tones, these beaters anticipate the tones that will follow...

So what about the sound?

Where's that fucking loud, obvious scream?

At this moment, this moment that was too short for them to recover from their instincts, the body that broke through the blood mist with the hook spear had already hit their field of vision, oppressing their brains that were unable to think.

No wonder……

Someone did rush over, and it was indeed stabbed in the flesh.

But who stipulates that after Charles kills someone, he will definitely tear the person into pieces?

No wonder there was no scream - for a dead man who had been drained dry, let alone being stabbed a few times, even if he was torn into pieces, there was no way he could make a sound.

No matter what the reason is, you just have to be so tough!

Long weapons, especially long weapons that don't have much room to maneuver. It's easy to use, but once something goes wrong, it will inevitably turn into a major oversight.

For example, in this case, he did not successfully attack his opponent, but also because he hit the bait target, he was locked in the same place.

What's even scarier is when the people in the first row encounter this situation. This was supposed to be their home court, allowing these thugs to perfectly block the corridor that was beneficial to them after the poisoning, with more and less fighting. Now it has become their restriction.

Limitations that cannot be avoided and cannot be solved.

No one can get in on the credit-grabbing team before the people in the first row take down Charles, or before Charles takes care of the people in the first row.

Climbing first is a big achievement.

And those who want this credit will naturally have to face due dangers.

Although they didn't think there would be any danger at first, they were not even the ones who jumped in line the most and wanted to take credit in the front row...or were the cannon fodder.

But the danger finally came to them.

Get past those throwing nets that are thrown randomly, aiming only for attack range but not accuracy, and can be avoided with a little movement. Charles easily appeared in front of the hook spearman who became the new cannon fodder after he killed the first wave of cannon fodder.

Seeing the figure in the blood mist that was no longer a bait, these thugs turned into a part of the blood mist before they could be happy.

Of course, Charles accepted the best part.

The rising bloody mist and the real and powerful transformation stirred the killer's heartbeat, making him want to do more.

In just a short moment, the body shriveled and weathered.

After crushing those faces that had no time to be happy or even scared, the killer looked at more targets that he desired.

It's life, it's living life!

It is a life that can satisfy my husband’s wishes and allow me to indulge myself.

Extinguish them!

(End of this chapter)