Chapter 17 Beheading Operation

The black-robed man's body smashed a wall, creating a crater. The body of the man in black robe was crushed to pieces. However, the man in black robe still struggled to get up and wanted to rush towards the God of Death. "God of Death! Please let us go, we are innocent..." Several men in black robes knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged. The eyes of the God of Death turned red, and there was a killing intent in his eyes. "Die!" Killing Star punched a man in black robe, collapsing his sternum and causing blood to spurt out. The black-robed man grunted, flew out, and fell far away. "Plop!" The man in black robe knocked over many tables before finally stopping. Killing Star approached these men in black robes step by step, his eyes full of bloodthirsty light: "Innocent? Haha, you all deserve to die!" "Lord Killing God, please listen to my explanation..." A black-robed man The man crawled to the God of Death, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged. "Explanation? There is nothing to explain. Just wait for death!" The God of Death raised his fist and smashed it hard at the man in black robe. The man in black robe screamed, and his body was blown to pieces, leaving only his head exposed. "Ah!" Several other men in black robes screamed in horror. "Don't kill us! We don't know anything!" Their faces were full of fear, and their whole bodies were shaking even harder. The God of Death stared at these black-robed men with cold eyes, filled with intense murderous intent. The God of Death raised his palm, and an extremely powerful force surged out, forming a wave of air that swept out. These air waves swept over these black-robed men, instantly tearing them in half. The bodies of these men in black robes were torn to pieces and turned into pieces scattered all over the sky and scattered on the ground. Blood splattered everywhere. The God of Death retracted his palm and looked at the corpses with cold eyes. "Lord God of Death, we were wrong. Please go around us! Please spare us..." The men in black robes were frightened and kowtowed to beg for mercy. The God of Death looked at these men in black robes, and then at the bodies lying on the ground. He sneered: "I am indeed a bit merciful. In that case, I will give you a ride!" As soon as he finished speaking, the God of Death stepped on a man in black robes. The body of the man in black robes exploded with the Kill God's kick, exploding into a ball of flesh. The body of the man in black robes was still twitching, as if he was suffering from great pain. Several men in black robes on the side were trembling with fear as they looked at the killing god's decisive killing methods. Their faces were pale and their whole bodies were shaking. "Please have mercy on me...please..." A woman cried and begged for mercy. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her entire face was extremely pale. "Begging for mercy? It's too late!" The God of Death kicked out, and the woman's body exploded, turning into a shower of blood. The blood rain spread out and stained the ground red. Those men in black robes saw their companions being brutally killed, and each one of them was frightened and trembling all over. One by one, they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. "Lord God of Death, we were wrong. Please go around us..." "It's too late!" The God of Death grabbed a man in black robes by the arm. He picked up the black-robed man by his collar and threw it aside. The man in black robe fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood. "Lord Killer God, spare your life, spare your life..." The other men in black robes were so frightened that they fell to their knees one by one, kowtowing desperately. They have lost all thoughts of resistance and just hope to survive. "Are you begging for mercy now?" The corner of the God of Death's mouth raised a cold arc: "Don't you think it's too late?!" The God of Death raised his palm and struck at these people. "Bang bang bang..." Bursts of dull sounds rang in the air. The bodies of several men in black robes were shot into pieces and turned into blood mist. For a moment, the God of Death was filled with a strong evil aura, making the surrounding air solidify. "Ah... no..." A shrill scream came from the other side. "Pfft!" "Pfft!" ... Screams came and went, echoing in the air. "Pfft!" The body of a black-robed man exploded, and blood splattered everywhere. "Lord God of Death, please spare my life..." Several men in black robes knelt on the ground, kowtowing and wailing desperately. "Spare your life? Humph, it's too late!" The God of Death's fist struck them. One after another fist shadows roared out and hit the bodies of these black-robed men. "Bang bang bang bang!" "Crack!" "Bang bang bang bang..." Several men in black robes screamed and flew backwards. Their bodies exploded and turned into blood mist, dissipating in the air. Their souls escaped and kept shaking in the air, trying to escape from here. "Hmph!" The God of Death stretched out his right hand, and a golden flame burst out from his fingers, instantly burning these souls to ashes. Wisps of black smoke disappeared into the air. The God of Death glanced at the black-robed men around him indifferently. The God of Death exuded an unparalleled aura, as if he were an unparalleled demon king, making all the men in black robes tremble in their hearts. "You, who sent you here!" The God of Death shouted coldly, stepped down with his foot, and stepped hard on the shoulder of a man in black robe, breaking his shoulder blade. The body of the man in black robe was trampled to pieces, and blood sprayed all over the ground. "Yes, it's the Grand Duke!" The man in black robe gritted his teeth, eager to reveal the person behind the scenes immediately. "Grand Duke?" The God of Death narrowed his eyes and chanted the name word by word. "Grand Duke? So it's him!" The God of Death sneered and punched the man in black robes. The black-robed man's body exploded, and blood splattered all over the ground. "Pfft..." The blood splashed on the body of the God of Death, making a hissing sound. A layer of faint golden scales appeared on the surface of the killing god's body. "Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing [Operation Beheading]. You have gained 1,000,000 merit points, 5,000 luck points, and 1,000 reputation points." "Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing "Operation Decapitation". You have completed the task. You have been awarded 10 billion points and 8,000 luck points." Wan." The eyes of the God of Death shone with excitement, and scarlet light was flowing deep in his eyes, as if they were burning. The God of Death waved his hand and took the Killing Scythe into his hand. The God of Death clenched his long sword, and a bright sword light bloomed all over his body. "Kill!" The God of Death waved his long knife and slashed at the surrounding men in black robes. The killing sickle was waving in the air, and every time the sword was swung, it would definitely take away a life. In just one stick of incense, the Killing Scythe has absorbed hundreds of lives. The Killing Scythe swallowed up the endless blood and resentment, becoming even more bloodthirsty, as if it were a magic weapon. "Ding dong!" The system's voice resounded in the ears of the God of Death: "Ding dong, congratulations to the player 'God of Death' for upgrading to 'God of Death' and raising the level to level 20." The face of the God of Death showed ecstasy.