Volume 11: The Cursed Hammer Witch Chapter 8 Meteor (Part 1)
Old Jack is an old rogue who has lived a long time.
This usually means that he is good at fighting, or knows a lot of people, or both. In the eyes of others, the sinister, cunning and vicious old Jack is obviously the one who has both.
He once viciously chopped off his brother's hands and feet, and then dug out his heart alive, showing his cruelty. He bribed the Countess with money and became her lover. The crazy widow didn't care what kind of person Old Jack was. She just wanted one stimulation after another. One day, the Countess, who was only in her twenties, died suddenly in orgy, and Old Jack became the most powerful man in South Town.
Because everyone knows that the Countess's death was definitely not normal. Even her own personality gradually twisted and mutated into other terrifying and horrifying appearances. There are rumors that Old Jack is actually the devil's middleman, exchanging soul fragments and lifespans by torturing others. This makes Old Jack look handsome and dashing in his twenties, but in fact he is already over eighty years old. What this twisted and sick old man likes to do most is to find a woman or man from outside the city every day, kidnap him to his room and enjoy him to his heart's content, or let others enjoy him to their heart's content.
No one knew what was going on in this strange and sinister guy's mind. This man who often walked around the city with a dozen thugs didn't seem to be afraid of anything in particular. The people in South Town feared him and cursed him at the same time, often calling him "that guy".
Fortunately, Old Jack's desire for money was not too strong, which should be the only hope for survival in South Town. As long as he was honest and let Old Jack do the dirty work or fucked Old Jack's ass, life in South Town did not seem so difficult to accept. Compared with the earldoms nearby that peeled off the skin of living people for sacrifice and the wizard towers that left people in the dark cellar as crazy souls, Old Jack in South Town seemed very amiable.
But to be honest, that is only relative. At least now, Old Jack's face is not very friendly. It is better to say that he looks hideous.
"Are you asking me to give up my current position and everything I have just because of a myth that happened a thousand years ago?"
Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid who's easy to fool?
The sinister face of the man in his twenties was full of viciousness and cunning. He put the knife to the neck of the human who looked like a doll with a ferocious look on his face and easily cut a bloody mark.
But the man who was surrounded by Old Jack and his thugs, who looked like just a traveling merchant, didn't even move his eyelids. He just stared at Old Jack's face like a pre-programmed machine, and kept repeating an ancient prophecy and warning.
"The promised day is approaching."
The traveling merchant looked at Old Jack blankly with empty eyes, muttering:
"I am only telling you about the coming of the promised day as agreed. Destruction is finally here, the end of the world is coming. We have no other choice, unless we cut our hair off and tie it around our necks. Otherwise, we cannot survive. We have no way to survive..."
"Oh, actually, look at you. As a magic awakener and a great Lord of the Ribbon, I should have treated you with great courtesy , but it's a pity that you just look like a pure lunatic. Then let's do it according to the customs of South Town, my friend. As long as you can convince my townspeople and prove that what you said is true, then I will naturally spread the news. Now, follow me."
Old Jack sneered, walked out of the shadows onto the street - the interrogation actually took place only in the alley - and threw a dark red rope into the street.
Under the sneers and indifferent gazes of many South Town residents, Old Jack carried the dying peddler to the center of the street. Just like he was carrying a group of dying wild boars, this cruel gangster showed a ferocious smile on his face, put his knife to the ground and shouted loudly to the people around him:
"Fellow villagers, everyone! Now we have to follow our ancient customs to distinguish whether a person is telling the truth or a lie! Now our poor friend, a poor peddler, claims that he has obtained news and wants to spread the coming of the Day of Doom to us? Ha, I don't believe it! So I will give him a chance now. If this rope jumps up from the ground, it means that what he said is true, and I will kneel down and beg him to change. If not..."
Looking at the funny expressions of the other South Town people, Old Jack laughed out loud.
"Then I will slit his throat and cut off his balls and soak them in wine! A liar is not worthy of being called a man! Hahahahahaha!"
"No, thanks."
The toy-like wandering merchant suddenly looked up at the sky and said with a dull expression:
"It's too late. They are coming. The promised day will soon arrive, and all the sinners on your planet will be completely purified..."
" What kind of ghostly things are these..."
Before Old Jack could cut his throat with a knife and dig out his heart to show that his profit was not bad, the whole South Town gradually became excited with the words of this wandering merchant. A group of people seemed a little confused, and looked up at the sky in disbelief, pointing at a corner of the sky.
"Hey, look up at the sky, what's going on there?"
"It seems like a piece of it is broken..."
“…What the hell is that?”
Old Jack narrowed his eyes, looking at the edge of the sky where the wind and clouds were changing, and had a slight ominous premonition in his heart.
The originally clear sky was like being ravaged by a giant, full of wrinkles and swirling waves. Pieces of broken debris splashed from the edge of the sky, carrying some burning small fire points and falling from the sky. Looking at the creations that shattered and splashed from the edge of the sky, everyone fell into confusion.
Whether in books or history, they had never seen such a strange scene. They had never seen it, nor heard of it. Even the craziest epics had never recorded such a scene. The entire sky was like a page of a book, rolled and smoothed, as if nothing had happened, with only dozens of light points falling from the sky. And as if the premonition had come true, a section of light that had separated from the entire large team flashed a dazzling light and flew straight towards Nanzhen, fiercely bombarding a corner of Nanzhen.
With a thunderous roar, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet tremble. The red trap was stuck in the stone slab under the vibration, standing upright, as if hinting at something.
