Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Just as he wouldn't be where he is today if he hadn't dared to threaten and make demands when facing a powerful figure who could easily crush him.

"Oh, okay, hehe."

Xia Kai mustered his courage and rushed forward.

Of course, he didn't get too close, intending to assess the situation first.

At the very least, you need to know the moves of the charred orcs. You're about to take off by clinging to a powerful force, but if you die from some unknown area-of-effect attack, you'll never be able to swallow that anger, even if you drink the soup of oblivion.

"Lady Andrina, do you need our help?"

"The hunter captain asked."

"No need, just keep a close watch."

Andrina shook her head.

She was also curious about how much ability the remaining members of this Church of Pain possessed.

The helmeted man leaped over the gates of Old At, his arms clasped together and raised high, like a mallet, to smash down on the charred orc.

The charred orc also stood up, mimicking the helmeted man by raising his arm and smashing it upwards.

"Ow!"

After a dull thud, the charred orc let out a strange cry and retreated.

Its two slender arms trembled incessantly, but the helmeted man remained unaffected after landing.

Clearly, the charred orc was at a disadvantage in the recent clash.

The helmeted man turned around and pounded his chest at Liu Zheng. Although he couldn't speak, his smugness was still evident.

"What are you so smug about?"

Liu Zheng cursed.

"clang?"

The helmeted man tapped his head in bewilderment.

"You've already torn my skin. If Napoleon comes after me, I'll skin you alive first."

He pointed to the charred orc's arm.

The charred skin there was torn open by the hard gauntlets, revealing the withered flesh and blood inside.

The helmeted man lowered his head in frustration, like a child being scolded by his parents.

However, he grew up in the Church of Suffering and had almost no contact with outsiders except for the people in the Church of Suffering, so his temperament was indeed similar to that of a child.

Although he can be a naughty kid at times.

"Shoot it in the head, try to kill it with one blow, understand? This isn't a competition, why are you making a score here?"

Liu Zheng said irritably.

"If you don't do a good job, we won't take you to Calculus Academy."

he threatened.

"Clang!"

The helmeted man shook his head frantically, then pounded his head so hard that the onlookers were afraid he would knock himself unconscious.

"Scared? If you're scared, then you'd better behave yourself. You're here to work, not to run wild."

Liu Zheng said.

The helmeted man nodded quickly, then suddenly turned around and crossed his arms to block.

The charred orc's claws struck his gauntlet squarely, sparking a shower of sparks.

The helmeted man bent down and raised his leg, delivering a high kick to the charred orc's chin.

Despite his seemingly cumbersome and bizarre attire, his body was surprisingly agile.

The iron boots struck the charred orc squarely in the chin, the powerful force causing it to stagger backward.

However, instead of pressing their advantage, the helmeted men retreated hastily to the rear.

A cloud of black ash drifted down from the sky and landed on the soil, just like the embers of the great fire forty years ago.

The helmeted man looked at his arms and chest, where several large holes had been burned into his robe, revealing the armor plates underneath.

The armor plates were slightly reddish, and the high temperature they carried was scorching the flesh inside, just like grilling on a teppanyaki grill.

It was just covered in a little black ash, as if it had been roasted in a furnace for a long time.

This pain is simply unbearable.

It stirred his heart!

Although the helmeted men also tried burning themselves, how could the pain of self-torture compare to the pleasure of being tortured by others?

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The helmeted man raised his hands, excitedly banging his head, and pounced on the charred orc like a fanatical star chaser.

Chapter 296: Even Metropolis thinks it's BT (Perverted/Typical).

Faced with the seemingly insane helmeted man, the charred orc was momentarily stunned.

In its remaining brain capacity, it had never encountered such an enemy before, and naturally did not know how to deal with it.

So it made an instinctive choice.

The charred orc jumped to the side on all fours, avoiding the helmeted man's attack.

Then, the man and the beast started circling around the city gate like they were playing a game of tag.

"Can anyone tell me what they're doing?"

Liu Zheng said with a dark expression.

Old Dou looked quite mysterious and cool inside the church, but how come he turned into a complete goofball as soon as he stepped outside?

So under the helmet is actually a husky's face, right?

"I don't know. It's chasing after him, it can't escape even if it has wings?"

Xia Kai said, suppressing a laugh.

"Alright, stop with the jokes. I know you're a netizen from northern China."

Liu Zheng glared at him.

"hey-hey."

Xia Kai scratched his head sheepishly.

"Old Dou, stop playing around and hurry up and finish it off so we can move on to the next round."

Liu Zheng shouted at the helmeted man.

Hearing this, the helmeted man, who was happily chasing after the beastman, suddenly stopped, while the charred orc, who was happily fleeing, also grabbed the ground with all four claws and stopped in his tracks.

It even looked back at the helmeted man, seemingly wondering why he had stopped chasing.

The helmeted man did want to play more, but he was more worried that Liu Zheng wouldn't take him to find the Twisted Saint.

So he thought for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped the thumbtack on his shoulder. His hand moved so fast that the hunters could only see a blur.

Each time a bullet was inserted, the helmet would tremble, clearly indicating that this pain was not easy for the helmet wielder.

As each thumbtack was driven into his body, his trembling became faster and more intense, until he was almost like a wind-up toy.

But after the helmeted man covered his entire upper body with thumbtacks, he suddenly quieted down, as if he had entered a period of deep meditation, or the calm before a storm.

"Hiss, now I believe he really did masturbate in front of the statue of the Twisted Saint."

Liu Zheng gasped.

Given this level of perversion, even a large-scale metropolis would be considered quite perverted.

Putting aside everything else, Britain would certainly appreciate having such subordinates.

"Boss, if he tries to attack me, you have to protect me!"

Xia Kai said in horror.

If he wasn't mistaken, that statue of the Twisted Saint should be a man.

"I will try my best."

Liu Zheng gave a perfunctory reply.

"That's good, that's good. Huh?"

Xia Kai clamped the swallow tightly between his fingers.

The helmeted man was unaware of their thoughts. The extreme pain brought him extreme pleasure. The two extreme sensations made his head throb and his soul feel like it was about to burst.

I need to vent!

His mind screamed, his gaze fixed intently on the charred orc.

For some reason, the charred orcs, who had been running rampant in Old Atlantis, felt a sense of fear.

But immediately, it became annoyed by this slight fear.

So it decided to end the chase and teach the little thing a lesson.

The charred orc pushed off with its hind legs, used its waist to generate power, and spun around in place. Taking advantage of the momentum of the spin, it slapped the helmeted man's head with its right claw.

After mutating for unknown reasons, it also gained a certain level of intelligence, knowing that striking the upper body of a helmeted man might not be very effective.

The helmeted man's heavy breathing was clearly audible even though it was covered by his helmet.

He raised his left arm, using only one hand to block the charred orc's attack.

The beast's claws and the human hand collided again, and this time neither animal retreated.

"Ow!"

The charred orc's claws broke off on the spot and fell into the mud.

It let out a painful howl, and a ball of black ash spewed from its throat, landing on the helmeted man's helmet and instantly turning into raging flames.

Flames shot into the sky, and the pointed helmet's design resembled a torch.

Looking at the helmet, which was glowing red from the flames, everyone could imagine how horribly the head inside had been reduced to.

Having suffered such inhuman harm, the helmeted man finally spoke.

However, he did not wail, but prayed calmly.

"Justification is due to pain, and faith is due to suffering."

"Glory to my Lord, source of suffering."

The helmeted man grabbed the beast's claw with his other hand, and the powerful force made it impossible for the charred beastman to break free.

Then, his red cloak moved without wind, covering the charred orc's head.

The helmeted man raised his fist and slammed it down hard.

"boom!"

The loud noise sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching.

The charred orc's body stiffened instantly, like a robot that had lost power.

Of course, a body strengthened by holy blood is not so fragile.

After a brief period of paralysis, the charred orc twitched, then regained its vitality and struggled even more fiercely than before.

The helmeted man remained unmoved and continued to raise his fist to strike again.

Once, twice, three times.

After being struck more than twenty times, the charred orc finally stopped struggling.

The helmeted man lifted his red cloak, revealing a charred orc head that appeared to be completely intact.

Because this cloak is one of the last remaining sacred artifacts of the Church of Pain, its function is to ensure that any blow to the covered part only causes pain, not actual harm.