Chapter 71 71. Treat, Behead, Accept as a Dog

Facts have proved that it is impossible to get someone to sign their name on the slave column of the slave contract.

Especially when this group of people were still gang members who relied on collecting protection fees and their main job was extortion.

In the church with the door closed, after hearing that Gulade asked them to sign a slave contract, the members of the Wind Erosion Key directly drew their weapons and attacked Gulade's master, Mo Cheng, without any sense of brotherhood.

But is this possible?

Absolutely impossible!

The heavy and substantial pressure pushed everyone to the ground, forcing them to kneel down, leaving only their heads to lift up and look up at the standing figure.

"Ignorant, impulsive, even weak."

Mo Cheng didn't even look at them. The Bible in his hand was much more interesting than these idiots kneeling on the ground. The pure holy light lit up, but it did not bring anyone a warm feeling. Instead, they felt a biting coldness, like the brilliance of steel.

"You don't believe in God, you don't believe in fate, you only believe in the sword and force in your hands. But why... when I, who is stronger than you, ask you to become slaves, are you so stupid to resist me?"

"Stupid thing, don't you know this is a rare mercy?"

The holy and cold light drove the kneeling people into darkness.

There seemed to be something hidden in the darkness, something that brought them infinite fear. These people are not afraid of the dark, and they even do some cutting and robbery in the dark.

For them, darkness is natural cover.

But this time, the darkness rejected them. They were like little white rabbits lost in a wolf's den, and an innate fear swept through their bodies.

That was a warning given by the population in order to propagate the bloodline. They were trying their best to warn: Get out of here, run away, don’t be hostile, kneel down and crawl...

The light was as cold as steel, and the darkness refused to let them in. At the same time, this group of people felt as if a ferocious beast was opening its bloody mouth, and its sharp fangs were rubbing against their skin, leaving bloody traces.

They can feel the hot and moist breath, they can feel the strong tongue licking their body, and they can even feel the empty stomach squirming...

It's hungry!

Infinite fear engulfed the hearts of this group of people. During the day, Mo Cheng could not arouse fear just by being close to him like at night. However, the artificially created dark area in the church plunged these gang members who had no power into a hellish state. Fear of reincarnation is extremely easy.

Being pierced, torn apart, dismembered, devoured...

Every way of death that the body can withstand, and every torture that the brain can come up with, are severely torturing the minds and even souls of the gang members.

The consciousness can no longer control the body, and the body also resists the orders given by the consciousness, screaming, defecating, and self-mutilation. They have no choice but to feel the crazy behavior caused by the body.

In the end, someone couldn't bear the terrible pain, bit off his thumb and pressed his fingerprint on the slave contract the moment his body was able to move.

When the first one is found, the next step is to see who can press their fingerprints on the slave contract faster.

Mo Cheng withdrew his pressure and slowly picked up the slave contract that Goulard handed over respectfully, "Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?"

The contract has begun to take effect, and Mo Cheng has complete control over the lives of this group of people.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Mo Cheng couldn't help but shake his head, "What a bunch of trash."

They are indeed rubbish. Except for Goulard himself, who is at the fourth level of strength, the others are only at the second or third level. Not to mention Fairhaven, even the slums want to occupy a good place. It’s difficult to collect protection fees.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to blackmail the Albert House.

"My reason is telling me that you losers are completely useless, but my sensibility is telling me that I have spent so much time killing you and wasted the money from the slave contract."

Mo Cheng tilted his head, "Tell me, what should I do with you bunch of rubbish?"

"We could knock down the streets nearby."

Goulard, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up. He was called [Shrewd Goulard] for a reason. He quickly recalled the reports about the Albert House that had come from his subordinates in the past few days, and the reports he had received in the past few days. The scene that passed before entering.

Although it is not clear what the Albert House is doing specifically, Gullard has found a suitable position for himself, a position where he will not be killed casually like a waste.

"The gangs in the two nearby streets are Sand Lizard Fangs, which are about the same strength as us. We can defeat them, and then set up spies on these streets to rule out the possibility of anyone wanting to investigate."

Yes, Goulard could understand the reason why his group did not die violently last night. It was because the environment of Fairhaven protected them, and it was because Priest Mo Cheng did not want others to notice the Albert House.

So if they want to avoid being cleaned up like trash, they have no choice but to cater to Mo Cheng's ideas and cover up the abnormalities in Albert House.

"Well, it seems that I have to take back my evaluation of you. At least you are still somewhat useful, Gulade."

It's good news for Mo Cheng that his subordinates are not completely idiots. For a group of gang members who once blackmailed him, if these guys didn't realize what they wanted them to do when they came in, then Mo Cheng would have to waste a whole life. A slave contract controlled them to launch a death charge against the largest gang nearby.

If you die in a gang vendetta, you don't need to worry about the law enforcement team coming to your door.

"Then, accept my [reward] for you!"

The figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he had grabbed Gulard's neck and lifted him up. Then the fire element and the holy light were mixed, burning all unclean holy flames from the inside out, completely burning Gulard.

Holy flames were sprayed out from his facial features and even his pores, and the pain that could not be expressed in words burned his body, but Gullad was unable to scream and could not even make a sound.

The organs used to produce sounds were burned dozens of times under the holy flames, and the body was continuously burned and regenerated under the power of the holy light.

With each rebirth, the body will be alienated and strengthened under the baptism of holy light. At the same time, the firepower will be increased, causing greater pain.

Every moment is like hell, every moment is extended to as long as a year or ten years.

Although he didn't make a sound, through the firelight, Gullard's twisted and speechless face told everyone how painful and desperate he was at this moment.

Gullard hated himself, hated why time had no end, hated why he still had feelings, hated why he was not dead yet.

Finally, when his consciousness was as blurry as pure white, Gullard finally felt his own existence and the fact that he was still alive.

"Okay, look at the power I've given you."

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