This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 16 Village
kill.

This word is far away from the lives of ordinary people, but very close to Nie Weiyang, so close that he has not seen it for only seven days.

Oh…it’s eight days now.

In short, in the new world, killing people will be rewarded with experience.

This was a terrifying thing. When human life was so blatantly alienated into a numerical resource, a person's essence became no different from zombies, demons, mutant plants, and animals, and insects. Add to that a bit of hunger, a bit of disorder, a bit of sexual desire, and a bit of violence... Nie Weiyang knew that world well. It was a giant meat grinder, literally. During those years, he could barely find a place to stay, because everywhere he went, it felt like he was stepping into meat paste.

Assassins can do many things that paladins cannot, such as killing enemies more cruelly, efficiently and covertly, but on the other hand, assassins only have a knife, and assassins are knives.

A knife can only destroy, not retain.

Assassin Nie Weiyang had witnessed countless humanitarian disasters. In an era when the term "death" was barely used to describe such events, he witnessed time and again the deaths of those who shouldn't have died, in all sorts of absurd ways. "New World" is a one-life game; it's reality, and in reality, no matter how high your so-called pure DPS is, it can't save a single innocent life.

Therefore, after Nie Weiyang returned, he changed his route without blinking an eye.

He has spent half his life proving that pure killing is not the way to go.

And now...

Streams of light cut through the night! The roar of the engine was like a warning whistle, rapidly approaching the noisy village in the darkness!

A brutal massacre is taking place in the village.

There are more than fifty people in this village now, most of whom are left-behind elderly people and children. There are only seven strong young people, four of whom are men.

There were about twenty former poachers. They had no guns, but they had been living on the edge of a knife for too long, so their fighting was much dirtier than the villagers.

One side instinctively tried to subdue the enemy, only realizing during the fight that this was a matter of life and death. The other side had been well prepared, not wanting to spare many. Several villagers fell upon contact, and those on the periphery were ambushed. The smell of blood quickly rose, and the roars and screams were incessant. Half an hour after Yunni escaped, the battle was over.

At least thirty villagers died, as poachers are generally aggressive. Seven or eight poachers were killed, most of them beaten to death by two young men, a man and a woman.

The poachers dragged the corpse away. Two of them sat with their arms and legs spread out beside a dilapidated courtyard gate, with a pair of pale, worn and faded door gods behind them.

This village is certainly not the original village of Daliushuang, but the ruins of a village with a similar geographical location. It has been uninhabited for many years and is in a dilapidated state. Many houses have collapsed, and the iron doorplates have fallen to the ground, covered in rust.

There were less than twenty villagers left, some lying or kneeling, beaten so badly that they had no power to fight back. The two men waved their hands and asked their subordinates who were still kicking and beating the old men to stop, and dragged up the man and woman who were covered in bruises.

The woman kept her head down and said nothing. The man also kept his head down, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, trying to find a breakthrough.

They were thrown on several corpses. The bodies of the old men were like water bags, with internal organs, blood and excrement flowing out with a gurgling sound, making the air, which was already filled with blood and stench, even more smelly.

The dead are never decent. What makes the dead decent is the virtue of the living.

The young man and woman were practically stunned. The girl trembled and clenched her teeth, but still made no sound. The boy struggled, a blue light illuminating his body. He shook off the two people holding him and threw himself on a corpse. "Dad?! Dad!!!!"

The old body lay in the mud, the blood still wet, soaking his clothes. His voice was hoarse, and tears kept rolling down, falling on his father's exposed broken heart.

The two people above clapped their hands and laughed: "Damn, this is fun! We can't see this kind of fun in our old place!"

The young boy suddenly raised his head, roaring angrily as he tried to charge forward, but was easily pinned down by the laughter of the surrounding people. He struggled hard, a faint blue light emanating from his eyes, and he muttered something. A white ball of energy appeared around him...

One of them grabbed him by the hair and slapped him in the face, making his neck crack.

"His physique, agility, and strength aren't very high, and he can even cast energy balls..." Someone among those holding him down laughed. "Could he be an arcanist or something? Oh, an educated person, a college student? College students are worthless now, but a college student who can do magic might fetch more..."

The young man gritted his teeth, remaining silent. His face swelled rapidly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His health bar was less than a sixth of its original value, and he was still under the 'bleeding' effect. He knew he might not live much longer, but…

"Pooh!"

The young man spat fiercely at the two men sitting above him. The bloody saliva landed on the pants of one of the strong men, making his face look grim.

"Someone will avenge us." The young man's voice was weak, but his eyes were like two knives. "Soldiers, police, ordinary people...even other beasts who don't like you! One day, someone will avenge us! You will not die a good death...a bad death!"

The muscles on the face of the sturdy man who was spat on twitched, his nostrils flared, and his expression flickered between ferociousness and rage. Finally, he suddenly grinned.

"They say the mage is a glass cannon, moving as fast as a wheelchair god," he said. "Chop off his legs."

The young boy screamed, "Don't come over here!" and tried to struggle, but every time he chanted, he failed. The man above turned his gaze to another person - "The woman is an archer..."

He muttered, his eyes sweeping over the girl's chest, waist, legs, and face unscrupulously. Finally, he grinned and said, "Chop off her right hand. When the boss catches her friend, feed her hand to her friend."

The girl's face was expressionless at first, but when she heard the last sentence, her expression changed drastically. But after a while, she managed to suppress the urge to make a sound.

But on top of her head, a pair of scarred cat ears drooped down. She lowered her head slightly, looking pitiful, and her hands were tightly clasped together, holding the corners of her clothes.

The other tall and thin man sitting above couldn't help it and raised his hand to stop them: "Stop, stop. This is a high-quality product. We have to wait for the boss to come back and make arrangements."

A young boy not far away screamed, and the dozen or so villagers who were still alive were agitated. An old man couldn't help but shout "Dog boy!", and was hit hard on the head by a stick by the person next to him, and his skinny body collapsed.

The tall and thin man glanced at the burly man who was giving orders next to him, paused, and waved to him to stop chopping the legs and drag the girl up.

"These two are capable fighters, but they're talented..." The tall and thin man smiled, and touched the girl's face with his fingers dirtyly, "Look, this little face is so tender..."

His voice paused.

In the silence, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes reflecting the girl who threw herself into his arms.

...and the long, thin fruit knife in her hand. It stabbed diagonally upwards into his chest, the tip of the knife already sunk into his heart.

Break the weak points!

Her fingers were slender and powerful, and it was obvious that her strength attribute was much higher than that of the male spellcaster - archers have never been a delicate and nimble profession, and the fact that an archer can draw a bow already explains a lot.

She just takes advantage of her looks.

Before the burly man kicked her away, the girl laughed wildly and twisted the blade fiercely. The young boy not far away also laughed shrilly: "Sister! Awesome!"

It turns out that they are a pair of college siblings!

The girl was kicked back by the burly man and rolled several times on the ground before finally landing beside her brother. She coughed furiously, coughing up some blood clots, and then laughed with her brother, laughing in the gore, laughing at the burly man who strode towards them like a towering iron tower. In their blurred vision, the blue bar was empty, the negative effects of "bleeding" and "internal bleeding" were glaring, and the health bar was almost at the bottom.

"Comparing killing with us? I wonder who the real expert is?"

The strong man picked up the girl and strangled her neck tightly. The boy struggled to get up and grabbed a stone to hit his knee, but was kicked over.

He gradually built up his strength, preparing to break the girl's neck... and her legs kicked weakly, looking like they would soon lose their strength.

(End of this chapter)