In the woods not far from the open space of the hut, the Maya witch had her hands wide open, her feet folded together, and she was nailed to a big tree surrounded by four people in the shape of a cross.
"You... you want to torture me?" The Maya witch spoke sarcastically, with a look of disdain on her face, "Young man, do you want my sister to teach you some torture tricks?"
This Maier witch named Meisha has recovered from her panic. She is very ashamed of the fear she showed in front of an ordinary exorcist just now, and she tried her best to anger Qin Lun with words so that she could be relieved. .
The exorcists and the Maiar witches belonged to two incompatible groups, and there was no possibility of reconciliation. No matter which side wins, the best end for a prisoner is death.
In comparison, it is much easier for a witch to be a captive, and the most feared death penalty is to be purified by the holy light. Once an exorcist becomes a captive, his fate will be much more miserable. Many exorcists will lie on the witch's test bed and be made into magical creatures.
But now it seemed that the exorcist in front of him seemed to want to torture her to avenge the heavy casualties of his companions.
However, witches are indeed qualified to despise the torture methods of most exorcists. Their bodies have been transformed by undead forces, and their pain nerves are slow to respond. Moreover, witches generally have strong spiritual will and can cut off physical reactions in the mind.
Except for a very small number of injuries that directly affect the soul, most torture methods have no effect on them.
"Torture?" The young man whose body was controlled by the murderer Joey seemed to be slightly taken aback, and grinned with a smile on his face.
"That cowardly boy did prepare some questions. However, Uncle Joey never does low-level things like torture. All I care about is 'art'. You reminded me, in order to avoid being disturbed by you. It's better for you to shut up first!"
Joy stepped forward with a grin, and under the horrified eyes of the witch, stabbed the broken sword into her mouth, smashing her tongue and vocal cords a few times.
"Yes, we can start now!" Joey rubbed his chin, gave a strange smile, and pulled out the sinful dagger that had pierced into the witch's core.
In fact, the Maia witch's core is equivalent to the human heart, but there are some differences. Once a human heart is damaged, it is almost certain to die, but the core of a witch still has the ability to heal itself.
If you want to kill a witch by injuring the core, you should either smash the core completely, or use a magic tool with the power of immortality to pierce the core, and use the power of longevity to repel the undead power in the core.
The reason why Qin Lun's sinful dagger pierced the core, but did not kill the witch immediately, was because the sinful dagger was different from the weapon used by the exorcist. The evil dagger is slowly devouring the core, rather than emptying out the undead power inside all at once.
The evil dagger made a sharp twist in Joey's hand, pierced neatly into the witch's chest, and dragged down fiercely.
"Pfft!" A jet of dark green liquid spewed out like a water arrow. Joey skillfully tilted his head away from the water arrow. Two strange lights radiated from his bloody eyes. He gestured intently at the dagger in his hand and began to "dissect" it. The body of a witch.
Joey's "anatomy" is different from ordinary anatomy. He dissects layers from the outside to the inside. First was the skin, the witch's tough cowhide skin was skillfully separated by him with a dagger, and then flattened and fixed on the tree trunk.
The Maiya witch nailed to the tree trunk in a cross shape seems to have a layer of skin wings behind her, like a peacock spreading her tail, and like a crucified angel of suffering.
As for the muscles, Joey carefully separated the different muscle groups with a dagger, pulled out muscle fibers, straightened and fixed them on the membrane, and formed the exquisite feathers on the wings.
"Your skin is really the most perfect work of art, but it's a pity that the muscles are a little decayed, not elastic, not the best feathers!" Joey obsessively touched the layer of angel wings fixed on the tree trunk.
"Your performance is also very good, and you have not passed out until now! Persevere, come on!" Joey clenched his fists, made an encouraging gesture, leaned close to the witch's ear, and asked softly with concern, "How is it?" , do you want to take a break first, and then we will start the second half of the work!"
At this time, Witch Maya couldn't hear what Joey said at all, she was trembling all over, her eyes were white, and dark green foam was bubbling from her mouth, like an epileptic. After Joy's so-called artistic creation began, the witch suddenly realized that she had made a mistake in her judgment.
Every time the evil dagger cuts her body, it is devouring the undead power in her body. It can be said that every enhancement and transformation of the body by the undead force has now become a source of pain.
This kind of engulfment is not a simple physical pain, but the power that has been fused with the body and soul. In addition to the core of the witch, other body parts of course also contain undead power.
If Joey has been stabbing the sinful dagger in a certain part, the process of this force devouring is very little, and the witch does not have much pain.
But Joey's dissection was very fast, and the dagger would disappear as soon as it touched it. I was afraid that the artwork under his hand would not be able to survive, after all, he did not have narcotics on hand now. And this superficial power extraction is also the source of the witch's pain now.
She only felt that there were thousands of ants and insects crawling deep in the muscles and bones, and the itching was unbearable. If given a choice, this Maya witch would never provoke Joey again, but would immediately gather the final strength to self-destruct. Now, with so much undead power drawn, she has completely lost control of her body, and she can't even destroy herself.
"Hush..." Joey whistled happily, holding the sinful dagger and restarting the final "dissection" work.
In the last part of the creation, he needs to empty the witch's internal organs, scrape off the skeleton, and completely turn into a "skeleton angel" with only the skeleton and membrane wings left.
This is the origin of the nickname "Dissecter" of the murderer Joey Foster, and also the reason why Lin Feng regarded Qin Lun's killing methods as art in the first place.
"Kill me, kill me!" The witch's weak plea came from Qin Lun's mind.
"Hey, you can still communicate with me without your tongue?" Joey stopped what he was doing, looked at the dying witch in amazement, and noticed the desperate pleading look in the witch's eyes for the first time.
"Don't you still have questions to ask me? I can tell you all, please let me go!" The witch's tongueless mouth opened and closed like a dead fish, and the voice rang intermittently in Qin Lun's mind.
"By the way, I can also help you save that hunchbacked companion of yours!" the Mayan witch Fulin called out sincerely.
"NO, NO, NO! Uncle Joey is not interested in listening to these, maybe you will be Uncle Joey's most perfect work so far, the only 'skeleton angel' who is sober and turned into a work of art." Joey licked his lips , showing a bloodthirsty grin.
"Huh?!" Joey was about to go forward to continue working, when suddenly his head jerked up, and two snake-like nosebleeds hung from his nose, as if he had been punched in the face.
"No, you... can't! You said, she's mine!" Joey suddenly bent over to cover his face, and let out a low growl with difficulty in his throat.
"No, I can't give it to you!" Joey raised his head abruptly, with endless madness and violence revealed in his bloody eyes, trembling all over his body, he walked towards the witch, tremblingly raising the sinful dagger in his hand.
"She... is mine, mine! No..." Joey's left hand suddenly clasped his throat tightly, and the evil dagger in his right hand slipped to the ground feebly, and fell straight under the tree, curling up like a shrimp , writhing in pain.
After a long while, Qin Lun stopped struggling and stood up with a hunched body, with a smile on his face, looking up wearily at the semi-finished angel on the tree trunk.
Looking at the Maya Witch whose skin and muscles had been stripped off, and where the pulsating internal organs could be vaguely seen in the bloody skeleton, Qin Lun slightly shook his head and sighed: "No wonder he reacted so violently. This is indeed his most perfect work so far."
"Tell me, how can I save my companion's life!" Qin Lun pinched the witch's chin and asked indifferently, "I hope you don't lie to me and cherish this last chance!"
"In the... hut, there is a crystal ball in my hut... that can preserve the soul of a human being..."
"What about the body? How to resurrect it!" Qin Lun asked seriously with a flash of his eyes.
"Flesh... no, there is no way, I have used up the potion of immortality around me, and I can't repair the flesh of ordinary humans. I can only use... the compound flesh of halflings!" The witch's eyes slowly dimmed, and she quickly I can't stand it anymore.
"Hmph, you can't die yet!" Qin Lun sneered and took out a soul power crystal, and pressed it into the witch's broken core.
"What is this, why do I feel a pure soul power!" The witch's spirit was lifted.
"I don't want you to die, so you won't die. If you lie to me, I will let you enjoy the treatment of a skeleton angel forever!" Qin Lun showed a friendly smile, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Now tell me, What kind of magical traps are in the cabin... ”
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"Oh!" Bonny slowly opened his eyes, only to feel the world spinning, and there was a burning pain on his face.
"You're awake!" Qin Lun turned his head with a smile, "Have a good rest, in a few hours, we will be able to join Ms. Nova and the others!"
"Doctor Stan, witch... have we won?" Bonnie asked feebly, "Odo, Bligh and the others..."
"They are by your side, as well as my servant Frank!" Qin Lun was silent for a moment, then said lightly.
Bonnie struggled to prop up his body, only to find him lying on the carriage where the werewolf had been imprisoned. The bodies of Odo, Bligh, and Frank were stacked beside him, while Qin Lun was sitting in front of the carriage and driving.
The miserable corpses of his companions made Boni silent for a while, and his heart was filled with inexplicable grief. However, the blond youth quickly noticed the fourth corpse in the carriage, which was a skinny old man, definitely not any exorcist he was familiar with.
"Who is he? A victim in the witch's hut?"
"You don't know him?" Qin Lun looked at Boni with a half-smile, "He is a creature you brought over yourself!"
"He...could it be..." Boni slowly widened his eyes.