After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1330

Three days ago, Deputy City Lord Zhuang Lou rushed to the front of the chariot, holding the population list of Sin City in his hand. His voice trembled with excitement: "Lord Divine Envoy, the continuous killing has resulted in over ten thousand deaths! Among them are many patrolling city guards from the government office. Most of them are merely doing their duty. How can they be conclusively suspected of being 'demon-like'? If the killing continues, the defense and order of Sin City will completely collapse! No more killing, no more killing!"

"Ignorance! A hundred thousand celestial demons threaten to descend upon our world. How do you know that the thief from the abyss is the only one?" At that moment, the curtain was suddenly ripped open by the divine messenger, and pent-up fear and rage found an outlet. "Deputy City Lord Zhuang, are you questioning me? Or... are you suspected of being in cahoots with these demons?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give Zhuanglou a chance to explain and struck him with a palm.

Zhuang Lou was already one major realm lower than the Divine Envoy, and he never expected that the Divine Envoy would attack him directly without saying a word. He was caught off guard. After a flash of golden light, Zhuang Lou's chest collapsed and blood gushed out.

When he fell to the ground, his fingers were still tightly gripping the scroll, his knuckles twisted and white, and he cried out miserably: "You are unworthy of being a god, unworthy of being a god!"

Later, his body was chained through his shoulder blades and hung on the South Gate Tower. It swayed in the wind for three days, and his body became stiff and black. This was a warning, a warning to all those who questioned him.

The execution ground was located on a nearby street.

The executioner's knife had bent its edge, and the congealed blood on the ground was so thick that it sank into one's feet.

Every time the knife flashed, warm blood splattered, flowing along the cracks in the stone and forming dark red pools at the corners of the street.

The patrolling guards who once maintained order in the city have now followed the fate of the night watchmen and become animals to be slaughtered.

This has been the case for the past month. Initially, the charges of "possessing Demonic Abyss artifacts" and "having a history with demonic cultivators" have escalated to mere "faint demonic energy" or "suspicious behavior." The charges have become increasingly vague, while the scope of the slaughter has widened.

Captured suspects would be tortured and interrogated. In desperation to get relief as soon as possible, they would often make false accusations and testify, thus creating a new kill list.

More than half of Sin City's Night Watchmen and nearly 30% of the government officials were killed in this purge.

The streets and alleys are becoming increasingly empty and there is a general silence.

The patrol force has been replaced by Fu's soldiers, who mechanically and coldly carry out the orders of the messenger of God, and the entire Sin City has become a slaughterhouse.

Only God can make himself clear about the root cause of this madness.

The secret letter from the Divine Punishment Department is still fresh in my mind: the demon that appeared in the world this time may not be an isolated case. There are 100,000 more demons lurking in the human world. Their incarnations may have been lurking in various places in the City of Sin, and they may even be wearing official uniforms and armor!

The ever-growing demonic power in the depths of the Demonic Abyss was like a pair of icy claws gripping his heart.

It was a fear that came from the instinct of life. His intuition was screaming, warning him that deadly danger could break out of the abyss at any time.

He did not dare to leave his post without permission, as reinforcements from the Divine Court were claimed to be on the way.

So he could only stay in this city shrouded in blood, trapped in his own fear.

Only by constantly killing, the touch of flesh and blood when slashed with a butcher knife, and the screams when life fades away, can he temporarily suppress the panic that is almost making him collapse.

The ecstasy of foreseeing the suspicious demon had long been replaced by fear.

Every life of a "suspected demon", no matter if he was a night watchman or a government official, became a sacrifice for him to commemorate his inner fear.

The list must be extended and the killing cannot stop, as if only in this way can a fragile barrier be built between him and the horror of the abyss.

"My lord, less than 30% of the night watchmen in Sin City are left, and there are also a large number of vacancies in the patrolling city guards..." The voice of Hu Tiancheng, the lord of Sin City, sounded outside the car, with suppressed caution.

He secretly glanced at the dark shadow hanging on the south gate tower and said with a stiff upper lip, "After all, these are the forces that keep Sin City running. If we kill them all, if something happens to the Demon Abyss, we..."

"You're also teaching me how to do things. Do you think you, in the Beyond Shore realm, can compete with me?" The divine envoy's voice suddenly became fierce, and his pressure was like a mountain, forcing him to retreat a few steps. He hurriedly bowed and said, "I dare not, but... the reinforcements from the Divine Court have not arrived yet. If the city loses control completely, there may be unexpected events."

"misfortune?"

The divine messenger sneered, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "When that demon crawls out of the abyss, you and I will be its food. How can we even talk about change? Kill! It would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go. No one on the list will be spared!"

"Report, City Patrol Officer Lei Gongzhun and his twelve subordinates were found to have consulted the old files of the Demon Abyss and are at risk of encountering demons!" Another gilded armored soldier rushed over and presented a new list.

Without even glancing at them, the divine messenger waved his sleeves and said, "Capture them all and execute them as suspected! Burn their bodies as well!"

The order was issued, and the square fell into a dead silence. Even the soldiers felt a chill, fearing that their names would appear on the ever-growing death list due to some unwarranted involvement.

Hu Tiancheng gritted his teeth, but dared not say anything more.

The mere Sin City is nothing in front of the Divine Court and the Divine Punishment Department.

All the soldiers lowered their heads deeply, and no one dared to look at the chariot again.

With the example of Zhuanglou right in front of us, who dares to say anything more?

"Anyone who makes such irresponsible remarks again!" The angel's voice was cold and stern, and it spread throughout the square. "They will be guilty of the same crime as Zhuanglou."

The curtains are drawn, isolating the inside from the outside.

Only the undispellable fear, mixed with the strong smell of blood and burnt things, spread in every inch of the air in the city of sin.

The butcher knife at the execution ground was raised again, and the falling head was wearing the standard leather cap of the yamen. The pool of blood expanded silently, reflecting the bloody sunset.

The sun was about to set, and its afterglow painted the empty streets, reflecting the lingering bloodstains, the charred broken walls, and the corpse swaying in the wind on the south gate tower.

Everyone in Sin City, whether they are night watchmen, patrolmen, or government officials, understands that this massacre has no limits. Perhaps it will only end when reinforcements from the Divine Court arrive or the horrors in the Demon Abyss truly appear.

And they can only pray in the deepening darkness that they are not the next person to appear on the list.