As he spoke, Lu Chen's eyes had completely turned red, and a thick red mist floated out from around his body. It was... an extremely cold and evil aura.

Pure murderous intent bloomed, and the entire execution chamber was covered with a layer of frost.

The executioner looked Lu Chen up and down, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes:

"You should know that no one who is an executioner is not crazy, right?"

"No one in their right mind would want to do this dirty work..."

"We are executioners, our hands are stained with blood, and we carry countless lives on our backs. We hide in the night and walk in the mud for...those people we have never met."

"Be an executioner for one day, and you will be an executioner for the rest of your life..."

Lu Chen looked solemn: "I am not hot-headed. This is a decision I made after careful consideration. Otherwise, I would not come to you today."

"As for whether I will go crazy? I think I just said that I am not as fragile as you think."

The executioner said calmly: "Originally... I don't accept disciples."

"But... I owe Lu Qianfan a favor, and all the people in Daxia owe him a favor."

"I accept you as my apprentice..."

"As for how much you can learn, it depends on you..."

As he spoke, the executioner's eyes fell on Xuan Zhong again, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Boy... If you want to learn how to kill someone properly, you must first enjoy the process of ending life..."

"Every birth of life is a miracle of the world and a hymn to nature, and our job is to end life."

"We must have the most pious attitude, have the highest respect for the passing of life, revere life, and revere death..."

"Come on, do you want to try it first?"

As he spoke, he handed a bloody bone razor to Lu Chen...

Lu Chen swallowed after taking the knife and cut off the tenderest flesh on Xuan Zhong's body.

The executioner rolled his eyes: "Isn't your hand raw? You can be rough with your movements, but you are not allowed to do delicate work?"

"A ninth-level and seventh-level guy is standing there for you to chop him to death. It's hard to kill him even if you want to. Come and learn from me..."

He directly used Xuan Zhong as an example and started teaching Lu Chen from him.

Xuan Zhong:!!!

You're riding a horse!

You are so noble, why are you using my body to teach your disciples? Am I some kind of advanced teaching tool?

As time passed by, the screams in the corridors of the black prison never stopped.

But the sound gradually became weaker as time went by, and finally became undetectable...

Xuan Zhong, one of the twelve dignified bishops, had been tortured to the point of losing the light in his eyes.

Faith collapsed, will was destroyed, everything seemed so fragile under the extreme pain.

Xuanzhong knew that as long as he didn't say anything for a day, the torture would continue endlessly...

Now...he just wants to die!

Finally he couldn't hold it any longer and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly: "The Pope has established an envoy..."

Before he even finished saying the word "make", a golden divine pattern suddenly lit up between his eyebrows.

Then infinite divine flames ignited in Xuan Zhong's body, instantly turning it into a blazing torch, illuminating the entire execution chamber.

Lu Chen had a look of fear on his face and retreated violently, while the executioner pushed forward and held the black coffin in front of him to block the burning of the divine flames.

Xuan Zhong's face finally showed a look of relief.

When the divine flame burned out, there were only a few ashes left under the execution frame, not even a piece of meat residue.

The executioner frowned and watched this scene, silent...

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it okay to die...?"

The executioner did not respond, as if he had expected it.

"This is a failed execution, let's go~ follow me..."

Lu Chen, who followed the executioner, was speechless all the way, and was finally taken to a dark room.

The dim lights came on, and the walls were covered with all kinds of torture instruments, and four or five blood-stained black coffins were parked in the room.

On the tablet at the front, there are many masks.

Lu Chen was stunned: "This is..."

The executioner said calmly: "The executioner lineage has been around for a long time and has been passed down from generation to generation..."

"Every torture instrument, coffin, and mask placed in the room was used by the ancestors of executioners. Each instrument has its own story..."

"A swordsman loves his sword, a swordsman cherishes his sword, and there are only three things that accompany our executioners: coffins, masks, and instruments of torture..."

"Choose a coffin of your choice and pick out some handy torture tools!"

"Choose a mask, too. Each mask has its own name. As long as you wear the mask, there will be no Lu Chen in the world, only the code name of the executioner..."

"Only when you take off the mask, you...are yourself."

"As for my codename...it's called the Eviscerator!"

Lu Chen's eyes were bright, and his big hands passed through the mottled masks one by one. His eyes finally landed on a bright red mask with three eyes, a bloody face and fangs.

Without hesitation... Lu Chen raised his hand and put it on.

And as if the mask recognized its owner, it began to gradually merge with Lu Chen's face.

The boning knife grinned and said, "I know how to pick..."

"Mask name... Rakshasa!"

Lu Chen, with a ferocious face and scarlet eyes, was seen holding the boning knife as a master and disciple, bending down and bowing deeply.

"The new executioner... Rakshasa!"

"Reporting to you!"

Lu Chen...disappeared!

From then on, there was a descendant named Rakshasa in the line of executioners...

And he still has a lot to learn...

…

In the execution room of the black prison, I saw the boning knife standing in the corner, looking at the handful of dust on the ground, and whispered:

"Reporting back to the peak, the target has been burned to death by the divine flames. The divine ban is stronger than imagined. If you try to catch it, you will die..."

"I've tried soul searching and consciousness intrusion, but I can't extract the information. I'll die if I touch it..."

"Now... I can only hope that Xuan Zhong's substitute will gain something."

"In the follow-up... we will also target the presbytery other than the bishop, the disciplinary knights, and other high-level personnel. They should not be aware of it, but we hope to be able to determine the core plan of the church through some clues."

"Yes...yes...know...understand..."

"Okay... Let's do it now!"

"Rakshasa? He's gone...he's got a new job!"

…

Obviously... Daxia is not without any actions, nor is it without dirty tricks.

One of the Twelve Holy Cloth Bishops was arrested and executed just to extract information. Although Xuan Zhong died, there was obviously a substitute in the church, taking Xuan Zhong's place and stealing information...

Infiltration, real and fake identities, spies, and multiple methods are used together. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

However, Yan Lu's confidentiality methods were extraordinary. Although Daxia found some clues, they... still failed to uncover the most core information.

The secret battle is still going on.

At the time when Daxia was busy looking for ways to attack the Tianmen Church.
Chapter completed!