Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

The Church of the Ancient Gods is like a malignant tumor deeply rooted in Great Xia, constantly releasing harm.

Currently, among this malignant tumor, the ones that have caused the most severe damage to Great Xia are the three disciples of the gods who have been entrenched for a long time: Yiyu, Qianmo, and their guild leader Yuehuai.

It is worth mentioning that Yiyu is dead, and what is in front of you is his spirit.

As for Qianmo, he sneaked into this year's recruit training camp half a year ago, thinking he could do it without anyone noticing, but he was exposed in the game organized by Yuri Takishiro.

All four undercover agents were captured by the Night's Watch and imprisoned in their heavily guarded secret hideout. They were subjected to extremely cruel torture every day in an attempt to extract more confidential information about the Church of the Old Gods from them.

"It's you." Chen Erniu stammered, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He stared blankly at Su Yan and said slowly:

"Are you dead too?"

Su Yan rolled her eyes, scrutinized the babbling, and asked the question that had been bothering her: "Chen Erniu, why aren't you wearing pants? It's so unladylike."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yiyu suddenly glared at Su Yan with resentment and let out a hoarse roar:

"Why did you wake me up? Why did you wake me up? I finally got to be like this..."

What does this mean...? Su Yan didn't understand.

Just then, a green-skinned, red-haired, unkempt jailer walked up the bone steps, stood beside Su Yan, and bowed, saying, "My lord, the time has come; it is time to execute the sinful souls."

Su Yan quickly stepped aside and waved her hand, "Oh, you go ahead and do it, don't worry about me, I'll just watch."

“Immortal, this floor is filled with traitors who sell out their country for personal gain. They are no different from beasts. If you don’t mind being offended by the sight, then it’s fine.”

The jailer bowed slightly, looked at the muttering voice in the cell, and said in surprise, "He's actually awake now, that's even better, let's begin."

The man's eyes revealed deep fear. After hesitating several times, he finally stood up tremblingly when the jailer raised his whip. He took down the strip of cloth on the wall that looked like a bath towel, grabbed the two loops with both hands, and placed it between his legs.

A flash of cold light, and Su Yan realized that this was not a bath towel at all.

The surface is covered with sharp triangular iron objects, similar to the grater used in restaurants to shred potatoes.

"when!"

The jailer, wielding a stick, slammed it against the bars and urged in a cold voice, "Hurry up! Don't keep the immortal waiting, or you'll experience every level of torture from the first to the eighteenth a hundred times over!"

Chen Erniu gritted his teeth and pulled the ring with all his might.

"laugh--!"

"hiss--"

Su Yan suddenly clutched her stomach with both hands, squatted down, and desperately clenched her anus.

What the hell!

Wow, that's so exciting! So this is how they have fun here...

The jailer glanced at Su Yan with a puzzled look, then turned back and continued to order, "Speed ​​up, grind it smooth!"

Chen Erniu roared, frantically whipping his body, leaving afterimages: "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

"!!!" Su Yan gasped, feeling excruciating pain.

About an incense stick later, Yiyu collapsed to the ground, her body limp and on the verge of collapse. Her lower body had been completely worn down, leaving only a bloody mess.

"Is the immortal satisfied?" the jailer asked with a fawning smile.

"Satisfied, satisfied." Su Yan straightened up, rubbing his slightly sore back teeth, and asked, "How often is this kind of execution carried out?"

"Three times a day, morning, noon, and night."

"...It's all worn smooth now, what will we do next time?"

"Sir, it can grow back." The jailer tapped the wooden bars with the withered wood in his hand. A surge of yin energy entered the delirious body, and Chen Erniu visibly returned to normal from his mutilated state.

Su Yan's eyes widened in amazement, and he hesitated before saying, "Excuse me, could I watch it again? I'd like to record a video so I can share it with my brothers when we get back."

"I'm so angry, it's certainly possible... Chen Erniu, let's do it again!"

Chen Erniu: ......

……

Shangjing City.

In the Night Watchers' training ground, Chen Muyi and Shao Pingge stood facing each other, their eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

With a smile on his lips, Shao Pingge gathered his strength and his voice boomed like thunder: "Old Chen, back in the training camp, you were lucky enough to be half a step ahead of me. Twelve years have passed since we last sparred. Today, let's go all out and have a good fight, so that everyone on this training ground can see who is the undisputed champion of our class!"

"Alright, let's fight!" Chen Muye, wielding two swords, began to run and shouted softly:

"Let everyone see whether my Black Impermanence is superior, or your White Impermanence is utterly defeated!"

"Come fight... wait, what the hell is the difference?"

Ding--!

The twin swords clashed with the straight sword, sparking dazzling firework-like fireworks bursting in the night sky. One white and one black, they resembled two wisps of soft mist drifting and colliding in mid-air, their blurry figures only becoming faintly visible at the moment of their intersection.

Leng Xuan rubbed his sore eyes and looked at his teammates.

"Old Zhao, can you see this? It feels like I'm watching a special effects show."

"Of course I can. After all, I'm not like you. I have an extremely high-risk forbidden area." Zhao Kongcheng stared intently at the battlefield, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

If you were to ask what kind of fighting style martial artists prefer, it would definitely be this straightforward, no-holds-barred style of fighting with a sword in hand. It's full of muscle power, simple, brutal, and exciting!

"...So who's in the lead now?" Leng Xuan asked dejectedly, thinking to himself that he couldn't keep putting up with this. He would have to find a way to ask Su Yan when he had time. Life without the Forbidden Ruins was too unbearable.

"As far as swordsmanship is concerned, Captain, the use of dual swords can naturally suppress a single sword," Si Xiaonan explained in a deep voice.

"However, they are not going all out yet. Their advantage in swordsmanship is not enough to make up for the gap in strength between them. In the end, the key to victory will still be the contest between the Divine Ruins."

After a brief pause, Si Xiaonan lowered her voice and asked with a hint of worry:

“Sister Hongying, I think that once they get serious, the captain might not be a match for Shao Pingge, after all, there is a difference in their skill levels.”

Hongying pursed her lips and said confidently:

"I believe in Su Yan. If he says it can be done, then it definitely can be done!"

Ding!

After two figures flashed past each other, the two stood on opposite sides. Shao Pingge looked at the knife wound on his shoulder and shook his head with a complicated expression.

So many years have passed, and there's still no way to deal with his unpredictable and bizarre swordsmanship.

Since that's the case, then I'll use absolute strength to suppress you fair and square!

"Chen Muyi, stop wasting time, it's pointless. From now on, I'm going to get serious!"

"Right on my mind!"