"I'm going to vomit."
Dozens of bloody eyeballs were arranged in a tray, and Yevgeny could no longer control the overwhelming nausea in his stomach, turning his head and 'whoa' vomiting it out.
The crowd screamed in terror, everyone's faces looked awful; the excavation of dozens of eyeballs from a person was truly sanity-draining. No matter how strong one's endurance was, revulsion was inevitable at this moment.
Thud!
The blood-stained dagger fell to the ground, and Wizard Meda was also somewhat panicked; Landemir's eyes had grown back, staring straight at him.
Death is the greatest confidence of the perpetrator; without death, the perpetrator's cruel methods will sooner or later be repaid.
At this moment, Wizard Meda felt such fear.
He used the name of God to punish the faithful, and the punishments imposed on Landemir should all be the will of God, but what about the reverse?
It is also the will of God!
Yet Landemir had joined the Church of Truth and had become a heretic!
