I was blindfolded and sat in the car, rocking for a long time.

When the blindfold was removed, we had arrived at a splendidly decorated church.

A blond man standing in the back of the church turned around. With a high nose bridge and a pair of phoenix eyes, he naturally exuded an air of nobility. His green eyes revealed melancholy and sadness.

It's hard to imagine that this is Lucifel, the officer who rules over the masked people.

Legend has it that his methods of killing are extremely twisted, and his temperament is also very strange.

His gaze swept across my face and then landed on Chi Yan's face.

"Chi Yan, oh Chi Yan, did you kill your comrades and violate the rules for this slave? You really disappoint me."

His tone was slow, but it sent shivers down one's spine.

Chi Yan raised his eyes slightly, his tone indifferent:

"I killed them because I didn't like being threatened."

The red-haired scar-faced man standing on the side couldn't hold back any longer: "You're talking nonsense! Lucifel, if we don't kill Chi Yan, it will be hard to explain to everyone!"

From his voice and the red hair, I also recognized this red-haired man with a pig-like mask as Mos, one of the masked individuals who wields the Night of Slaughter.

Lucifel laughed coldly and looked at Mos, "You want an explanation from me? Do you even know what you're doing?"

Mos turned pale and instantly knelt down, "I was wrong, Lucifel. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have questioned your decision."

"You deserve to die."

In the next second, Lucifel's hand, adorned with a mechanical device, pierced through Mos' body, tearing out the still-beating heart from his chest.

It turns out there really are people with angelic faces and demonic souls.

Lucifel crushed the heart in his hand, and blood flowed through his fingers. He raised his eyes slightly, "Does anyone else have any doubts?"

The black-clad people around instantly took a step back, no one dared to say another word.

He looked noble and gloomy, but there was an inexplicable aura of killing all over him. I finally understood why everyone was afraid of him.

Lucifel looked gently at Chi Yan and spoke softly, "Chi Yan, kill her, and we'll be the same as before."

Chi Yan stared at everything, his voice deep, "She's important to me. I want her to live."

Lucifel suddenly burst into laughter, then slowly suppressed his laughter. In his narrowed eyes, there was the fierceness of a beast hunting.

"Very well. I'll give her this chance. If she can survive the Survivor's Game, I'll let her live."

I was instantly terrified, my scalp tingling. I grabbed Chi Yan's sleeve and shook my head, "Big brother, don't..."

It is well known that the Survivor's Game is another plan proposed by Lucifel to eliminate the population.

Everyone participating in this game is a desperate fugitive.

In this game, everyone has to fight to the death using all means necessary, and the methods are cruel.

Only the person who survives in the end can eliminate their slave status and live with dignity.

Chi Yan looked at Lucifel expressionlessly and then calmly said, "Okay."

My heart sank to the bottom in an instant. If I were made to participate in this game, I wouldn't last a few seconds.

I was on the verge of tears, "It's better to just kill me."

"Cry, cry, cry. All you know is crying. You've cried away all your good fortune."

Chi Yan held my face in his hands, his palms burning hot.

"Stop crying. I'll accompany you."