Chapter 189: Pure and Sacred Dismemberment

Tess knelt powerlessly on the ground, supporting his body with his hands. His sturdy body trembled continuously, and his unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ground, like a senile patient.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he painstakingly recovered his nearly shattered spirit, and his vacant eyes struggled to regain focus.

"What on earth was that bell sound? It was too terrifying!" This was his first reaction the moment he regained his senses.

Then, his second reaction: he abruptly raised his head and found that the elegant and terrifying Bell Holder was striding towards him.

At this moment, that person was expressionless, his eyes filled with a lofty indifference and contempt, like a tall giant looking at a filthy insect.

He could clearly feel at this moment that this person possessed a terrifying aura and pressure. With each step forward, his heart trembled violently, and then an invisible pressure bore down on his spirit, making his thoughts sluggish and even his breathing difficult.

"Don't! Please don't kill us! We were also acting under orders!" As the distance grew closer, immense fear pressed down on Tess's spirit. His blocked thoughts left him little room for consideration, and he could only instinctively cry out for mercy.

"Us? You seem to have finished speaking," an indifferent voice came from above his head. Tess's nose suddenly smelled a strong scent of blood.

This smell was very strong, seemingly carrying an indescribable warmth, coming from both sides of his body, pervading the entire air.

Tess seemed to have thought of something and twisted his stiff neck to look to the left.

What met his eyes was a stretch of blood-red land.

And upon this blood-redness, various dismembered corpses were piled on the ground.

Some of their heads were split in half, some bodies were cut into four segments, some bodies were severed in the middle, some bodies were split open from the middle…

These people now looked like firewood just chopped by a woodcutter. Their wounds were incredibly neat and clean, without a single bone fragment, without a trace of scraped-off flesh.

It was as if that sharp blade was specifically designed for cutting human flesh.

Flowing blood stained the yellowish-brown earth crimson. The mutilated corpses piled there did not feel terrifying or bloody at all; instead, they gave a sense of cleanliness and order.

Like the cleanliness and order after someone has just finished tidying up their messy house and arranged all the items neatly.

"Boss… save… me…"

While Tess was stunned, a difficult and painful groan came from his right side.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head like a robot and happened to see a young man with a mutilated body – it was the young man who had just shot at Silas.

He was quite lucky; his body was severed at the abdomen, split in half, but he hadn't died instantly.

Lying on the ground, his hands clutching the blood-red mud, he looked at Tess, coughing up blood foam, and crawled with difficulty, saying, "Save me… I don't want to… die…"

Just as he finished speaking, the young man slumped powerlessly in the pool of blood, motionless.

Ahhh! Hahaha! Ahhh!

It was unclear whether it was a scream or laughter coming from Tess's mouth.

At this moment, Tess's eyes were wide, his eyeballs bloodshot, his mouth stretched wide, his expression twisted as he let out a piercing, frenzied laugh, as if he had gone mad.

Behind, Elaina, sprawled on top of the cargo, was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

"Is this really a height that mystics can achieve?" At this moment, Elaina's mouth was wide open, enough to fit an egg.

Her pupils had shrunk to the limit, staring at the situation ahead, unable to regain her senses.

At this moment, all the thoughts in her mind were completely filled by the scene just now.

That scene, which lasted no more than two seconds from beginning to end, was now endlessly replaying in her mind, impossible to forget.

In that instant just now, she hadn't even clearly seen what it was, only to see the bodies of those people around Tess instantly dismembered by an invisible force.

In that instant, it was as if these people were not people at all, but building block dolls stuck together by some mystical force.

And Silas was the master controlling this mystical force. When he withdrew this force, these dolls instantly fell apart, turning into unrecognizable parts.

"This is probably the most shocking scene I've ever seen in my life," Elaina murmured.

The neatness of the cutting, its speed, was beyond Elaina's comprehension.

She clearly saw that in the instant those people were dismembered, even their flesh hadn't reacted. Limbs suddenly separated from limbs, without any connected blood threads or bone marrow, without any spurting blood or internal organs.

In that instant, what one saw was not the horror and bloodiness of dismemberment, but a pure artistic level of purity and holiness.

Seeing such a scene gave Elaina a feeling of spiritual sublimation.

Here, Silas exhaled, adjusting his breathing.

That set of operations just now had completely emptied all his spiritual energy and pushed his newly understood Evening Bell Blade to its limit, a perfect strike released in coordination with that strange mental state he was in at the time.

"That state was truly wonderful," Silas tried hard to recall in his mind.

Standing there, the moment he caught the bullet, Silas entered a strange state.

In that state, he felt endless anger, ferocity, bestiality, and darkness. But he completely controlled these terrifying thoughts, allowing them to fill his spirit while maintaining absolute calmness and rationality.

He couldn't describe that feeling and realm at this moment, nor did he know why he had entered that strange state.

At this moment, Silas had already arrived in front of Tess, looking down at him, and asked, "Raise your head."

Tess, already somewhat half-mad and half-foolish, raised his head with a silly smile. When he saw Silas's face, his smile instantly vanished, and his spirit returned to normal.

"Please! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I was also acting under orders!" Instantly, cries for mercy, accompanied by peeing and shitting in fear, echoed through the wilderness.

The four farmers hiding behind the vehicles, upon hearing this, immediately looked extremely excited and hurriedly turned to go out, wanting to see the miserable state of that damn bandit.

"You'd better not go out, and don't look," Elaina, having jumped down from above at some unknown point, said calmly.

The four, upon hearing this, seemed to have thought of something, their faces not looking good.

The coachman named Sat, who had become relatively familiar with Silas along the way, asked tentatively, "Beautiful lady, do you mean… Mr. Silas is… a mystic?"

Elaina didn't answer but warned in a flat tone, "If you don't want to suddenly go mad someday in the future, then be obedient and don't look at things you can't understand."

Gulp!

Hearing this, the four, who had just been happy, immediately looked unwell. They swallowed hard and quietly hid there, not daring to go anywhere.

Having just escaped from the gates of hell, they now cherished their lives exceptionally.