Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 1583 - 1603: The Undead Shemale Can’t Be Slain

Chapter 1583: Chapter 1603: The Undead Shemale Can’t Be Slain

In the unknown world, the hermaphrodite Tyler Nash had been in this world for nearly eighteen days. During these eighteen days, he had been drifting at sea, of course, tied up, squeezed together with many slaves.

Meanwhile, during these eighteen days, he had also figured out the situation here.

This is a new world, precisely the other realm mentioned by the star hunter Lydia Cooke.

This realm also has immortals and mortals, as well as ghosts and gods, with different planes, different worlds, and so on and so forth.

The plane he was in was within the Immortal Realm plane, one of the many Immortal Realm planes in this circle; this Immortal Realm was called ’Eternal Joy Immortal World’.

After eighteen days, once he had figured everything out, the slave-catching ship finally docked!

However, the shore was adorned with colorful flags, and many Immortal Soldiers and Immortal Generals lined up to greet them, surprisingly beside the shore was a city with many Immortal Citizens coming out to see the spectacle.

The number of slaves reached three thousand, most of whom had ascended from the mortal realm. They couldn’t bear to be enslaved after becoming immortals, so they jumped into the sea to escape.

Those who were caught were waiting for their fates to be judged!

On the deck, the slaves were herded like pigs, with the Immortal Soldiers all wielding iron whips, incessantly lashing at the crowd behind them.

Tyler Nash was quite unlucky, being at the back of the crowd, thus one Immortal Soldier whipped him, cursing as he did so: "Here’s one goddamn hermaphrodite villain, you worthless pile of rubbish, hurry up!"

"Crack~" The iron whip landed squarely on Tyler Nash’s back.

However his form was ironclad; the whip tore his clothes but did not even redden his skin. His skin was very fair, having taken great care over the years!

He cocked his head to look at the Immortal Soldier and licked his lips, saying, "I’ll remember you!"

When the Immortal Soldier saw he had no injuries, he was initially stunned, but upon hearing Tyler Nash’s words, he lashed another whip, cursing: "You can remember me in hell, now move it!"

"Oh, I will, sister will miss you terribly!" The hermaphrodite giggled as he followed the crowd off the ship.

There was a huge crowd welcoming them, and many spectators, seemingly with some bigshots present, with over three thousand executioners, standing shirtless in a row!

After these slaves had disembarked, one man approximately thirty years old among the bigshots stood up, causing the entire crowd to fall silent. Meanwhile, the man smiled, saying, "The order in the Immortal Realm cannot be disturbed; thus to punish... today serves as a warning and deterrent."

Pausing here, after thinking he said: "Our Immortal Realm has always been known for benevolence and compassion, yet the ascenders from the lower realm defy our Immortal Realm’s discipline, believing ascension and immortality allows them to be lawless gods."

"These individuals, in order to escape the period of servitude, have frequently fled. Initially, we did not impose severe punishments, believing heaven was merciful; after all, cultivation isn’t easy!"

"But never did we imagine these runaways becoming bandits, committing murder, arson, looting, and their wickedness growing rampant. If we do not enforce punishment, our Immortal Realm will surely fall into chaos!"

"Therefore, on this day, our Graham Clan, representing all family clans of the Immortal Realm, presides over this public trial and execution assembly!"

"Three thousand three hundred heads will be made into a tower, touring each city to remind the Immortal Citizens of the lower realm that our Immortal Realm is ordered, and our family clans will not always be blindly patient and merciful!"

"So now, bring forth the slaves!"

"Move!" Every Immortal Soldier ushered a chains-bound slave, and the one escorting Tyler Nash was precisely the Immortal Soldier who whipped him.

"You little thief, the great axe knows you train your body, but so what if you train your body? Soon the Ghost Head Broadsword falls, and your corpse shall be divided in two, with the Ghost Head Broadsword capable of obliterating your spirit!"

"You just haunt me in revenge then, haha!" The soldier laughed triumphantly.

Tyler Nash hadn’t resisted up till now; he purely came today to watch the spectacle and stir up some trouble later.

He had endured long enough for eighteen days, yet fortunately he had understood the basic situation.

A small Immortal Realm plane wants to cut off his head? Truly...

He smacked his lips, saying nothing.

All three thousand three hundred slaves were forced onto the guillotine, then pressed down by Immortal Soldiers into kneeling, their heads locked into the stone platform stone lock, and then the Immortal Soldiers retreated, while the executioners wielding the Ghost Head Broadsword stepped forward!

Many slaves peed themselves out of fright, some begged unceasingly, some cursed, others were scared out of their minds, and still others had fainted, et cetera, et cetera.

Spectators numbering in the tens of thousands pointed and murmured, some lamenting, some yelling, and others spat!

Very polarized!

The host among these bigshots suddenly drifted skyward, shouting loudly: "To serve as a warning, let the heads roll!"

"Let the heads roll!"

All Immortal Soldiers roared in unison, then all executioners raised their blades high!

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish~" A row of heads rolled or flew, blood splattered everywhere, and those streams gathered like brooks, flowing into the ocean!

Yet just at this moment, an uncommon sound captured everyone’s attention!

For one of the executioner’s Ghost Head Broadsword snapped, broke in two, while the head locked in the stone platform remained unaffected!

"Giggle giggle, giggle giggle, again, your weapons aren’t sharp, really funny, I’m turning into Monkey King!" The hermaphrodite was, indeed, a lunatic, cackling with laughter, arms and legs dancing wildly aside from his unmoving head!

Of course, to the atmosphere of bloodshed, a heap of heads and such, it seemed to have nothing to do with him; he didn’t have such a good heart to save people and so forth, anyway he was simply enjoying the show!

"What?"

"What?"

"What’s happening?"

"What’s the deal?"

"He’s ironclad, my sword broke!" The executioner’s face went pale, his arm trembling in fright!

"Hahaha, try again, kiddo, test whether sister’s neck is really tough, give it a shot!" The hermaphrodite purely with a playful heart, although he could’ve long been freed, he simply wouldn’t run, wanting to be Monkey King!

The bigshots high up were bewildered, was this slave’s neck too tough?

"Hmph, really think you’re unbreakable?" The host snorted with anger, then suddenly, amidst a wrist shock, a long sword appeared!

"It’s the Trusting Heaven Sword!"

"Oh heavens, the Graham Family’s legendary Divine Artifact, Trusting Heaven Sword!"

"This sword can slay dragons!"

"This sword can kill immortals, and gods!"

"Graham Young Master is really mad now!"

"To die under Trusting Heaven Sword, this slave will have unimaginable honor!"

"Look quickly, Graham Young Master is approaching!"

At this moment, Graham Young Master wielding the legendary Trusting Heaven Sword, strode towards Tyler Nash, coldly smiling: "Even if you have three heads and six arms, peerless skills, today you shall surely die!" Upon saying this, Graham Young Master’s sword dropped!

"Bang!"

No sound of ’swish’ was heard, everyone heard clanging and clashing instead, with Graham Young Master’s scabbard hand bleeding, the Trusting Heaven Sword in his grip violently trembling, then with a crash, shattered into pieces!

"Ah..." In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded, damn it, the Trusting Heaven Sword could split planets, how couldn’t it chop off a person’s head?

"Already chopped? Got your thrill yet? With this skills, you still want to chop sister’s head off? Ugh, boring..." While speaking, the hermaphrodite moved his neck a bit, the stone platform locking his head crumbled into dust, he stood up, glanced left and right, covered his mouth chuckling: "On ruthlessness, you all aren’t quite up to scratch, watch me today go on a killing spree, massacre the city, massacre the city, massacre the city!"