Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

"Secretary?!"

The moment they heard the name, everyone present trembled.

Compared to his subordinates, the chief guard quickly realized and asked the warrior.

"Are you sure you read it right?"

"I can't read it wrong." Shaking his head, the samurai explained, "I have read the news about him many times, and I remember his appearance very clearly."

"Find someone to try."

Frowning, the chief guard then nodded to one of his subordinates.

Knowing this, his subordinate stepped forward a few steps and shouted at the secretary who was slowly approaching.

"Are you the secretary?"

Hearing his shout, Secretary Secretary did not stop, but sped up a little.

"Hey, I'm calling you, do you hear me, murderer!"

The speed of speech sped up a bit, and seeing the distance between the two of them getting closer, the samurai felt a little inexplicable panic in his heart.

"We are under Crown Prince Ayu, and we are working on something!"

"What did you do to our companions just now, hurry up and tell the truth."

"Otherwise, when we free up our hands, we will definitely put you in death row!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the secretary who was not far away stepped on his feet, and he jumped up out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the warrior.

"what?"

After seeing the secretary's appearance clearly, the warrior's pupils shrank.

His black hair was soaked in blood, and the clothes on his body seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood, dripping with undried blood.

Just getting close to it made the air a bit more pungent and fishy.

The tyranny in the eyes has far surpassed anyone the samurai has seen in his life.

"Crack."

Before he could react in time, the samurai felt a sudden pain in his throat.

Accompanied by the sound of something shattering, his vision went dark, and his consciousness slowly dissipated.

The body that had lost its life fell to the ground with a bang, and the rest of the people saw this and were all terrified.

"Dead, dead?"

The closest samurai watched his compatriots die in front of him, his eyes were full of doubts and at the same time, more of it was deep fear.

"You guys, what have you done?"

The hoarse voice resounded, like the crooning of a desert traveler who hadn't drank water for many days before going crazy, which made people find it unacceptable.

"What have you done?"

Reluctantly building up his courage, the head of the guard put on a tough look.

"We do things, why should we tell you, come and catch this murderer for you."

However, none of the warriors who heard the order dared to move.

"What are you doing, didn't you see that he just killed someone?!"

Looking angrily at his subordinates, the chief guard let out a roar.

"The reports on the news are correct, the secretary is a complete murderer!"

The only answer to him was the secretary's deep hoarse voice.

"I'll ask you again, what did you do?"

Even if the secretary didn't stare at someone, all the warriors felt as if they were being looked directly at by his eyes.

The killing intent contained in the non-human eyes has almost destroyed their hearts.

"We are looking for a plant called 'Blue Bana'."

"That's right, a few tombs were dug just now."

"We didn't do it, the deputy of the chief guard ordered us to do it, and he even spat in it!"

A few warriors talked to each other, and sold their leaders in the blink of an eye.

"you!"

He stared at those warriors in panic, and before the deputy said anything, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

The saber around his waist was pulled away at some point, and the next moment, there was a whining sound of breaking wind.

"puff"

The sound of flesh being cut was followed by severe pain.

"Ahhhh!"

The pain penetrated into the bone marrow, and the brain, which was overstimulated in a short period of time, subconsciously forced the body into a dormant state.

At this time, there was another sound of the body being cut off.

This time, the deputy finally felt where he was hurt.

It was his legs just now, and now he lost his arms.

The screams that went deep into the sky came, and the rest of the warriors realized that the deputy had been cut into a human pig by the secretary.

"Secretary, what are you doing!"

In front of his own face, he cut his deputy into a cripple in front of so many subordinates, and the chief guard only felt his face burning with pain.

This situation is no less than giving yourself a slap and then kicking yourself in the face.

Angry flames burned in his chest, and the chief guard directly pulled out the saber from his waist and slashed at the secretary.

But the secretary who turned his back didn't even look at him, and directly slashed him with his backhand.

"Ping!"

The two knives collided together, making a piercing bang.

"Kakaka."

A strange sound came, and then under the watchful eye of the chief guard, his saber shattered into several pieces.

Another knife was also severed from the front half, but the remaining part was still cut on his shoulder.

In the next second, an arm was thrown into the air.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Clutching the wound on his severed arm, the chief guard fell to the ground and kept rolling.

Blood spewed out continuously and sprinkled on the faces of the surrounding warriors.

More blood was sprayed all over the secretary, making it even more ferocious and terrifying.

After chopping the head of the guard into a cripple with one knife, the secretary didn't speak, but raised the broken knife in his hand, and then stabbed it down fiercely.

Under the blessing of his huge strength, the armor worn by the deputy was easily pierced like a rag, completely submerged from the back waist.

After stabbing his waist, the Secretary held the handle of the knife and dragged his deputy to continue walking forward.

A large amount of blood was left from the wound, taking away the strength of the deputy's resistance, and gradually eroding his vitality.

If left alone, it won't take long before it will turn into a corpse.

From the standing position to the tomb, there are only a few dozen steps.

But the secretary walked so slowly, with extremely heavy steps, as if there was a moat between them.

When he approached, it was dusk.

Immediately afterwards, the scene of the grave being dug up appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the opened coffin of his little junior brother, at the spit on corpse of his teacher's mother, at the tombstone of his master kicked down and his name covered by the mud, the Secretary's breathing seemed to stop at this moment.

After a long time without speaking, even the breeze blowing around disappeared at this moment.

After a while, a hoarse but trembling voice sounded.

"Did you do all of this?"

The deputy, whose life had come to an end, had lost most of his consciousness, and could only repeat a sentence in his mouth.

"Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me."

"I'll spare you, but my master, my master, my younger brother, who should they turn to for their peace?"

The seemingly calm anger finally broke out. With a roar, the Secretary grabbed the handle of the knife and threw his deputy into the air.

Grab the opponent's head with one hand, and then pull it hard.

There was no time to let out a scream, and the already broken body of the deputy became torn apart in the blink of an eye.

The blood turned into a cloud of rain, spilled on the ground, and also splashed on the secretary's face.