This is a tavern near Anuradh (unnamed town).
It is not always true to say that it is a tavern, because obviously no tavern will open in this kind of wilderness, even the nearest city is more than ten kilometers away from this tavern.
If it is in "Water Margin", this kind of small place will look like a black shop that invites guests to eat human meat steamed buns and drink Mongolian medicinal wine.
At this time, many tables in the tavern were full of people, and it looked very lively.
Suddenly, the door was opened from the outside.
The fluttering snowflakes and cold wind poured into the hut that was extraordinarily warm because of the burning fireplace.
Along with the wind and snow came a man wearing a thick windbreaker. The high neckline not only covered his neck, but also blocked half of his face.
There is a strange red long sword slanted around his waist, and a leather tricorne hat on his head, which looks a bit like a mercenary, but the eyes exposed under the brim of the hat are not like those of those drunken mercenaries. It is as turbid as it is, but it is extremely bright, even bright enough to be dazzling.
The bartender who was wiping the glass just exchanged glances with him, and felt his face gouged by his gaze, so he lowered his head, not daring to continue looking around.
"Your taste in the tavern is very special." The man sat down at the bar, glanced at the far right of the bar, where there was a silver lion statue, and said with a sneer: "Aren't the goddesses of wealth, Gagulomey, there usually?" Is it Ya's idol?"
"Our boss's personal hobbies." The bartender replied casually with his head down and a smile: "Guest, what do you want?"
"Steak set meal." The man said coldly.
The bartender stopped wiping the glass: "How familiar?"
"Warm fire and slow roast." The man continued.
The bartender was sweating coldly on his forehead. He tried his best to smile and said, "Please wait a moment..."
"No, no, that's wrong." The man suddenly smiled, and he said in a friendly tone as if he was teaching his nephew: "At this time, you should say 'my heart and deeds are as clear as a mirror', and I should say 'I made it Everything you do is justice', and then you should show me the trial order list of the Temple of Justice."
Seeing that his identity had been exposed, the bartender stopped pretending and raised his tomahawk directly from under the bar counter, shouting: "Judgment!" and slashed towards the man!
The uproar of the bartender was like a signal, and almost everyone in the tavern pulled out their weapons from under the table or on their bodies, shouting 'judgment! ', surrounded and attacked that man!
The reason for using "almost" is because in the corner, there was another player with a white name on his head who was eating well. The moment the others jumped up together, he didn't react at all, with a face of "who am I?" "Why am I here" and "Why are you all suddenly fighting?" looking at all this in front of him.
The man didn't seem to notice the attack that almost covered his whole body, he just stood up with a slight smile, and then his hand touched the hilt of his sword with an extremely skillful movement.
Scarlet light bloomed.
In just a split second, everyone else in the tavern froze in place with the movement they made just now, as if their time had been suspended.
After a while, clusters of blood sprayed out from their bodies, and they fell to the ground one after another, their lives disappearing along with the fluffy blood sprays.
And the player who didn't keep up with the rhythm from the beginning to the end also looked at the fork that was broken in two in his hand, and his face was full of "fuck, why did I die" and slowly fell to the ground...
After beheading all the believers of the God of Justice present (plus a melon-eating player) in an instant, the man sat back in his seat, glanced at the headless bartender in front of him, as if nothing had happened, with a look on his face. As usual, he took a bottle of red wine from the side of the bartender's head on the barrel, and slowly poured it into his glass.
Then he fished out two loaves of bread and a whole piece of bacon from the counter, and sat down in the tavern, where the blood flowed and corpses were everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of rust, and he pulled down his collar, revealing that face With a face covered in scarlet lines like blood vessels, he began to eat and drink.
Halfway through eating, his movements suddenly stopped.
Then the man raised his head to look at the silver lion statue on the edge of the bar.
In the next moment, the silver statue came alive, and with a loud roar, it jumped off the base and suddenly grew bigger, turning into a majestic and majestic lion as tall as a man!
"Damn devil, how dare you kill so many of my followers!"
"Hmph, hypocritical god, if I don't kill them, why don't I have to stretch my neck to let them kill them!" The man sneered, without the slightest fear on his face, on the contrary, he was full of indescribable enthusiasm, and drew out his long sword : "But I finally drew you out, God Luna is too cowardly, no matter how you kill her believers, it is useless, or the so-called 'justice' is simpler, and it is not in vain for me to kill one by one..."
"You guy..." The snow-white male lion narrowed his eyes, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "You actually want to kill a god? No... you are not a demon, so..."
"Devil? Oh, are you talking about that thing on this sword?" The man showed a sarcasm on his face: "That thing wanted to occupy my body, so of course I killed it! What kind of bullshit power do I have?" No need! If it wasn’t for this sword being able to extend my life and allow me more time to explore the ultimate in swordsmanship and experience the feeling of fighting, I wouldn’t even bother to take it!”
"I see. Is it the body of the curse that can only live for 20 years?" After all, Aslan is also a god, so he quickly ignored the influence of the magic sword and saw through the opponent's essence, but this made him even more surprised : "Without any other assistance, you can completely suppress demonization with a human heart... How could there be such a guy..."
"Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to kill you here and complete my last swordsmanship!" The man raised his sword towards the big lion.
"Even with the help of the devil's egg, your lifespan can't last too long... Is this why you are so eager to keep killing?" Aslan said slowly: "In this case, as the god of justice, I will surely Judge you!"
"What bullshit justice! The world is so chaotic and I have never seen you being righteous! You only bully the weak and fear the hard, and I have no interest in listening to your nonsense. Go to hell!"
The man didn't hesitate at all, nor was he a little bit confused. He just upheld his beliefs, shouted loudly, and waved his weapon at the god.