Empire capital.

Blood flowed in the streets.

A panting man ran into the alley, took out bullets one after another from his pocket, and loaded them into the pistol.

"Seven—I killed seven passers-by! How many more?"

He almost screamed.

A distant and near voice sounded in the void:

"Quickly...you have to prove with the blood of innocents that you are an evil slayer before I can come to

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