Is the Evil God Me?

Today is probably the most depressing and suffocating day in the lives of these innocent poor bees. When they charged at the target in groups, this two-legged life did not say that it was stung and rolled on the ground. Holding his head and squirming, he simply stood still, occasionally waving his hand to clear the obstruction of vision.

The poor little bees can only use it in vain, flapping their wings again and again, launching useless charges, trying to teach this **** that doesn't move at all, so that it will stop staying near its own home.

I don't know if the plastic demon has this feeling of touching the scene.

When the bees fell one after another doing useless work, their participating rationality became more and more fearful.

The Beyonder who made the move still hasn't made a move.

The familiar sense of threat continued to spread in the mood, and it seemed to smell the breath of the man with the pipe and the elf-like beauty. Not a single one, but an overlapping spread, even if they are not here, the extremely dangerous aura has arrived.

All around, there are dangerous murders everywhere.

at a certain moment.

It was probably because the plastic monster could feel that the eyes hidden in the dark temporarily moved away from him, the monster that violated the standard state of human power, and used his hands and feet together in an instant, using pedals and hand pushes to send himself in an instant. In mid-air, the pig swooped away directly in the direction of the deep mountain.

This momentary change from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic made the swarm that was still trying to attack it lose its target in an instant, and could only helplessly spin around on its destroyed homeland.

The dark jungle, like an ape, is rushing forward.

After the plastic demon completed the first evasion action, he immediately sensed that many dangerous sharp threats were swept from the air. points, in terms of flexibility is far more than!

laugh! !

In the hasty dodging action, the crisp cutting sound resounded in mid-air. I don’t know what was passing by in the dark. Not only did it easily cut the tough branches and leaves, but also cleverly analyzed the joints. Cattle generally cut off one of the plastic demon's arms.

The arm that fell to the ground began to twitch like a living thing, scurrying about as if it had no bones.

Before it could try to sneak away from the scene.

A dazzling flying knife flew from an unknown angle, and pinned it directly to the wet ground. The next moment, there seemed to be a beast's scream in the air! I saw that the ink was soaked and covered by the power of shadows, the activity of the arm was destroyed in an instant, and the entire arm was turned into fly ash!

'If you cut off your hands and feet, you can take it back, but do you want to cut off your tongue? ’

Watson jumped in the shadows skillfully, and if there was a third party, she would be horrified to discover that from the beginning of the movement to the present, she was keeping close to the shape of the demon and galloping. No matter how the prey accelerates or changes direction, she follows her steadily. The seemingly soft and harmless ultra-fine steel wire is looking for a suitable angle to split the wire, and the ignorant plastic demon is immersed in in fear.

Residual rationality rather than absolute madness, it is constantly recalling human emotions.

After cutting off a hand neatly, it screamed spiritually, and the speed turned out to be a little faster, like a sharp arrow rushing forward desperately.

This time it is not possible to rush.

The plastic demon fell all the way from Sequence 7 and rolled back to Sequence 9. The only thing worth relying on is these hidden transformation abilities that can only bully ordinary people or careless Extraordinary people. Even Lynn's non-main battle occupation Sequence 8 was almost grabbed and beaten to death, not to mention the [Shadow Executioner] facing Watson.

laugh……

This is the sound of the other hand flying out. In the silent cutting, there is neither the excited and joyful tone of the executor nor the painful screams of the tortured. As if all this is like a dream, except for the speed of life and death, everything else is no longer important.

The spinning hand that flew out suddenly tore itself into two pieces in midair, just to avoid the dagger that was chasing after him.

The torn arm like a scorpion clings to and swims quickly, and it is about to disappear into the darkness.

But suddenly the light of the two triggered traps flickered, only to see the explosive eruption aimed at the fragile and chaotic spirituality, and the two streams of spiritual sub-streams flickered like moonlight for a moment, and the two split limbs suddenly turned into a dead silence. The ashes, there is no movement.

Although it was said that as long as the split body was brought back to maintain its activity, these little bits and pieces left in the wild would sooner or later wither themselves due to lack of spirituality, but Watson still decided to clean it up.

In addition to being influenced by Sherlock's obsessive-compulsive perfectionism, it is also where Watson feels that he can help Sherlock~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Both gentlemen have worked so hard, why don't I let them be more Take it easy?

In an instant, the trap light lit up the jungle.

In this brief light, the plastic demon who lost both of his hands and kept dashing forward desperately caught a glimpse of the phantom that almost overlapped himself under him.

Hunter, has been hiding behind the prey?

By the time I realized this, it was already too late, the sound of the beautifully hanging steel wire cutting into the flesh was inaudible, slightly like the sound of a dining knife cutting cheese. The plastic demon was immediately stopped by more than a dozen steel wires glowing with cold light, and it was strangled in the air like a swing.

Even the ability to move was deprived of the wire that skillfully cut the barrier.

Turning over to the ground, Watson glanced at the time by the moonlight. The whole process took five minutes. It was really simple...

'Is this what Sherlock never forgets? ’

With his fingers twitching, he removed the two legs of the plastic demon, which seemed to be hanging prey. Although it is still in human form, judging from the strange colored squirming of the incision, it is no longer human flesh and blood, which saves her the effort to stop the bleeding to prevent it from dying.

The plastic demon, who has been completely immobile, is extremely desperate at this moment.

It desperately wants to twist the wire into the body with all its strength, further damage its body, and then die to transfer consciousness, but it has become a luxury idea even if it moves, and it can only watch the cold air all over, as if The incarnation of the goddess of death in the world is like a cold woman pulling the steel wire, weaving it into a knot, and slowly dragging it into the darkness.

Aurora Watson.

The real name is unknown, and it is suspected to be a survivor of the massacre in the small town of Kelbrandt, and in the archives of the [Suppression Bureau], Watson is marked that the survivor's statement is questionable.