Chapter 679: Let the Bullets Fly for a While

When the sky was just dawning, the cold swordsman happened to perform a skilled blood-shaking and sheathed the sword, then threw the judgment letter into the pool of blood.

"Phew... thank you for the teaching. Although you lost your lives, I benefited a lot. I hope you will be good people in your next life."

Dorothy looked at the corpses all over the ground in front of her and said as such.

After a night of liver-bursting, she finally finished dealing with the nail-household list that Sophie Liya had handed to her before.

The processing result was 100% good reviews, and there would definitely not be even one bad review. Everyone who tried it said her service was good and her technique was high.

Hmm, just one night, the thousand-man-slayer achievement was achieved.

"Tsk... why are there so many scum in this broken place? Insects everywhere. With these blood-sucking insects here, how can the people live a good life?"

The Home Witch shook her arm, which was a bit sore from cutting people, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Although she trusted Sophie Liya's judgment very much and knew that the guys her roommate identified as having no value to continue living were probably unrecyclable garbage, even so, the sights and sounds of this night still made her sigh at the ugliness of human evil.

Facts have proved that as long as you discard your conscience, the lower limit of human evil is that there is no lower limit.

Fortunately, she wasn't seeing these scenes for the first time. When she was wandering on the ground with her father Adam in her early years, she had seen even more cruel scenes. Now this was much better than back then.

After all, she was still young back then and was really a weak chicken, while her father Adam, although considered an expert among mortals, couldn't be called invincible.

The father and daughter's weak strength could only be said to be enough for self-protection, but in the face of the general trend of the weak eating the strong in the whole world, they couldn't even be considered a mantis blocking a chariot. They could at most manage the injustices they saw along the way, and they couldn't even manage them all. After all, the father and daughter were refugees at that time and had to hide, so they didn't have time to send the Buddha to the west.

At that time, they could at most kill the bad guys and save the pitiful innocent people. As for whether these weak victims would be bullied again after they left, they couldn't manage that. They could at most send the bad guys away as a whole family, so as not to have any fish that slipped through the net and retaliate after they left.

But whether they really cut the grass and removed the roots, and what the final ending of those victims was, they actually didn't know. After all, this degree of help was all the things the father and daughter could do.

A young witch and a mortal mage were too weak and had no power; they couldn't change anything and couldn't save anything.

If it were Adam alone, this great philanthropist of unknown generations would probably really help to the end. Even if the final result might not be beautiful, all his efforts might be overturned by a bigger wave sooner or later, it didn't matter.

But unfortunately, he was a father at that time and brought a child with him.

For an idealist who has nothing, he doesn't mind giving everything for his ideals, but for a father, in the face of his child's safety, ideals are a fart.

Anyway, the father and daughter would definitely not stay in the same place for more than three days at that time. Within three days, they could try their best to help. After three days, no matter what the situation was, Adam would take Dorothy and leave directly.

There was no way. The effective time of that anti-divination prop in the same location was only three days. After three days, it might leave clues and then be discovered by the Dragon Mother who was in a violent state at the time.

Of course, this worry was actually completely unnecessary. After all, Dorothy brought her own fate-insulating constitution, and any divination against her originally had no effect. As long as Adam was always by her side, he could also enjoy the same shelter effect.

It's just a pity that this point wasn't pointed out until the father and daughter met their stepmother Annie later, this wealthy loli who came from a noble background and had powerful strength. From then on, the father and daughter lived a life of being kept by a wealthy loli in peace.

And now, although those wandering days full of suffering and regret had long ended, Dorothy actually occasionally thought about how the people she saved back then were doing and whether they were living better.

But the answers to these questions probably wouldn't be positive. After all, the chaos of the ground world as the graveyard of the world's remains was countless times more chaotic than the witch sky islands.

That is a cruel world where you must do your best just to live.

Those pitiful people were lucky enough to be saved by the father and daughter once, but obviously, it was impossible to be lucky enough to be saved all the time. Those weak, pitiful, and helpless people would probably only become insignificant dust in this chaotic era.

Because this long-lost killing evoked memories, Dorothy was slightly silent for a while. For a long time, the hand holding the sword exerted a little force.

This time it was different. Now she possessed the power and influence sufficient to change the situation and fate of Yingzhou Island. Although such power was still insignificant to the entire Witch World, at least this time she didn't need to hide in embarrassment.

She would definitely take this as a starting point to open up a true paradise in this chaotic world, even if people said it was self-enclosed, it didn't matter. She would personally establish a paradise surrounded by salvation and hope.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really a thousand-man-slayer. Eldest lady, you are really ruthless. Even the battle maniacs in the Armed Force don't cut people as cleanly as you. This is not against different species, but against the witch race. Is this the consciousness of a judge?"

Wenwen on the side was directing her floating cameras to scatter and shoot the aftermath of the corpses and blood flowing into rivers. She herself looked at the swordsman who seemed to be spotless in the pool of blood.

This swordsman was still red-clothed and red-haired, but the red of the robe and hair seemed to be more gorgeous than at the beginning, as if it were dyed with blood.

As a reporter, Wenwen had also seen quite a few big scenes. This kind of massacre scene might not be adapted to by others, but she had long been accustomed to it. After all, war reporters are also reporters. She had followed her mother to shoot the scenes of the real battlefield when she was young. Compared to the real front line that was like a blood-stained meat grinder, the scene of this small fight now was just sprinkling water.

It's just, is it really so?

The black-winged witch was indeed accustomed to blood, but in the past, it was mostly the blood of different species, but now these were all the corpses of witches.

People will instinctively exclude and fear the corpses of their own kind, and witches evolved from humans are also like this.

And now this is different from the war scene. This is a slaughterhouse created by one person, one sword, in one night. She also witnessed the other party's killing process from beginning to end. This impact is not at the same level as shooting after the battle is over.

Wenwen is actually a bit panicked in her heart now. She is deeply afraid that this Eldest lady has become addicted to cutting people and, in a fit of killing, will cut her down by the way.

This is why the Judgment Court has always had a fierce reputation and is not liked by the public. No one will like such a group of butchers who specifically point their butcher knives at their own kind, even if people actually know clearly that they are killing those who should be killed, and they are actually guarding the order of the world.

Of course, if you don't do bad things, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but the problem is that witches are disaster species. Whose disaster species is law-abiding? If it were really that harmonious, it wouldn't be a disaster.

The Witch World advocates force, and everyone holds violence, but the Judgment Court is the violence among violence.

Of course, Wenwen, as a witch student who hasn't graduated yet, hasn't had time to do anything unpresentable, so it's just a simple fear of the strong she cannot resist, and it can't be called fear.

However, she also had a brand new understanding of the ruthlessness of the Judgment Court in her heart. She thought that she should not do things that violate the bottom line in the future. Otherwise, she was really afraid that one day the sword of the Eldest lady, which cuts people faster than cutting melons, would fall on her neck.

Hehehe, and said you are a civil engineering witch who loves peace. You are a ghost of civil engineering. Which civil engineering witch is so good at fighting? You are clearly an armed witch.

The black-winged witch complained in her heart.

"Eh, this is nothing, it's just weeding. If you want the crops in the field to grow vigorously, you must weed out the weeds that compete with the crops for nutrients. Isn't this a matter of course?"

Dorothy had also digested the combat experience harvested by diligence making up for clumsiness. After this night of liver-bursting, having seen the sword skills of various schools of a thousand samurai, she also had some clues about how to create sword skills suitable for Dragon Breathing. She only needed to go home and ponder, and she should be able to get a first draft.

People are happy when they have happy events, and she couldn't help but reveal the smile of an old farmer's harvest.

As for Senior Wenwen's thorny way of speaking, she didn't care much.

Anyway, she didn't do it to be a hero or anything. It really wasn't that noble. She was just satisfying herself to realize her ideals, and self-satisfaction doesn't need to care about other people's views.

My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice.

The black-winged witch looked at the Eldest lady who was smiling brightly and even brought simplicity after finishing the shooting, and she was even more cowardly.

Turtle, this achievement of completing a thousand-man-slayer can still laugh, this is really perverted.

And she compared people to weeds. This is really cold. Eldest lady, you are more scary than the cold swordsman in the play outside the play now, do you know?

Wenwen nodded in agreement on the surface, looking like whatever you say is right, but she was even more panicked in her heart.

Worthy of being the little couple who can live under the same roof as Sophie Liya, the student council president who is hot on the outside and cold on the inside. Both are ruthless people.

"Then what are we going to shoot next?"

After finishing the shooting of this material, the black-winged witch looked at the Eldest lady carefully and asked.

And Dorothy blinked her eyes.

You ask me, who do I ask? Now the script is not my responsibility.

The Home Witch complained in her heart. She also didn't know what kind of development Sophie Liya would arrange for her next.

But it doesn't matter. Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover. All the forces that hinder her are paper tigers. Even if Dorothy seals her whole body of cheats today, relying only on the Chiying in her hand, she can still be invincible in this Yingzhou.

Dorothy smiled confidently, then said to Wenwen.

"Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while."

And at this time, with the rising of the sun, the blood color hidden by the night finally exposed itself.

When the villagers of each village got up, someone soon discovered that the ronin samurai who used to ride on their heads and shit had been punished by heaven. Suddenly, the villagers of each village wished they could directly sing and dance to celebrate this great happy event.

And the news soon spread from each village to Heian-kyo, and to the ears of the noble masters in the city.

"Unreasonable, that group of outsiders is simply bullying people too much, giving face but not wanting it."

In a huge Japanese-style mansion that looked elegant but was actually luxurious to the extreme, a noble wearing beautiful kimono heard the report from the servant and couldn't help but be furious. She overturned the tea table in front of her, and the face painted with white powder and blackened teeth was hideous.

"We have given them enough face, letting them carry out the so-called demolition on the surface. Isn't this enough? Do they still want more? People who are too greedy will not have a good end."

This noble master roared, and then the folding fan in her hand closed.

"Since they don't eat the toast and want to eat the punishment toast, then give these outsiders some power to see, let them recognize the reality, and understand that this Yingzhou Island is not a place where a group of outsiders with no foundation can point fingers."

She gritted her teeth and made such a decision.

It's just that, the harsh words were spoken fiercely, but the noble master's face was actually not very good. She remembered the terrifying dragon that shrouded the entire Heian-kyo a month ago, and remembered the terrifying power that dismantled the Tenshukaku together with the house with one sword.

That group of outsiders, although barbaric, had to admit that they were indeed the stronger ones now.

Of course, these nobles are actually not weak, but the problem is that the whole noble union is not weak, but can they really unite?

She was not optimistic about this.

Once there was the leadership of Lord Fujiwara (Izanagi), everyone could barely unite, but now that they are leaderless, it is very difficult to say whether everyone can gather together again. Maybe some cheap bones have already surrendered to that outsider.

And just when this noble was troubled, another servant hurried in.

"Lord Oyama, there is news from the Kujo family and the Konoe family. They invite you to go to the Mirage Tower to participate in the noble banquet and discuss together how to deal with that outsider."

The servant whispered in her ear.

And the noble's eyes lit up, and she was overjoyed.

"Come, prepare the car, I want to go to the banquet quickly."

And on the other side, Yoshiwara pleasure district, Mirage Tower.

Audrey looked at the Pure White Witch in front of her with tears in her eyes.

"President-sama, do I really have to go up? Can I change the role? I really can't act this one."

The little fox is requesting...

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