Chapter 868 Devil

No matter what kind of social group you are in, capable people will always be sought after and admired, and those who are too capable will be put on the altar. There are many voices discussing the individual "Lin Nian" on the Kassel College forum, including positive, negative, positive, and pessimistic voices.

A spontaneous psychological research team deduces the process of each deed to analyze what kind of person the future hybrid leader, the destined dragon slayer is; a profiler with a minor in criminal psychology tries to restore his character. His behavior - everyone is enthusiastic about all the big and small things about this young man. Even though they can't really get to know him, they are doing their best to build up his appearance and present it in front of them to shorten the distance.

So in every argument with black characters on a white background, in the endless noise, one line after another overlaps and is pieced together, forming a picture that people think should be like that, without too much bias. The one who moved is an individual named "Lin Nian".

This individual is perfect, and the North-South Memorial Hospital has proven his unbiased "righteousness". Japan's eastward journey brought about his "growth" and "plasticity", and the Chicago Seaport further announced that his "force" was beginning to take shape. So go forward, go again. The "Iron Blood" whose wrists were overturned in the Wuni Opera House, the "hero" who shouldered the banner in the town of Carmel, the "chill" of the Pearl Tower in the coastal city, until the end. The battle between the Bronze and the Lord of Fire. "Destined Dragon Slayer".

He kept moving forward, taking long strides. If there was a mountain in front of him, he would knock it down, and if it was a sea, he would fill it up.

Just as Caesar Gattuso shouted with fists in his hands during his speech at the Student Union: Go forward, hopes and dreams are ahead, no matter how bloody and muddy the challenges and choices are, and what we will become in the end, don’t Thinking about turning back, because there is nothing behind us that we want, this is also the belief that we take the first step forward.

Everyone saw a halo in Lin Nian, which was the driving force that pushed this man to stride forward and never look back. Everyone calls that light the destiny, the destiny of slaying the dragon. He is a person who is truly inspired by this mission and persists in it from beginning to end. Almost everyone can see that the mission is actually pushing him forward, making him move forward. , and then move forward to the front to open up a new road.

Even if the road he takes is difficult, even if it is full of mud and choices, he will not deviate from his path even half an inch, because he is the perfect successor to the destiny of slaying the dragon. He will chase the call of the destiny of slaying the dragon and accept the call of the destiny. The mission drives us all the way to the end. And the fanatical supporters behind him will unswervingly believe in and protect him, allowing him to completely complete this path that he has set out for everyone.

The path that the Destined Dragon Slayer is pursuing should be one of truth, light, justice, and conscience!

Everyone is so convinced.

This is the individual named "Lin Nian" in everyone's eyes, the destined dragon slayer who is inspired, never confused, and always walks on the right path.

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Teacher Masashi Toyama of the Psychology Department once reported to the school board about the psychological evaluation report of Kassel's 'S'-level student Lin Nian. There was a red comment recorded at the end.

[He will never get lost on the "path" he has chosen. 】

[So this means that he will never get lost and remain consistent. 】

【Always. 】

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In normal life, apart from butchers, the profession that involves killing and depriving the most lives is probably pharmacy students. Because on average, almost every pharmacy student has experience killing mice.

a phenomenon. A large number of pharmacy students, especially women, generally show signs of resistance and trembling during the initial process of killing the mice. This is not because they are afraid of the "consequences" that killing the mice will have on them, but because of the fear of killing the mice. The “process” of the white rat.

When a fresh and furry life is held in your inexperienced hands, it will struggle, twist, and make unpleasant sounds. At that moment, you will understand the meaning of the word "life". When it rises to the maximum in your heart, your hands will tremble and you will feel sick, because you have associated it with the feedback of the cracking touch when you crush its bones and squeeze its internal organs, and these are the so-called "killing" ” materialization of concepts. You can imagine that this is true even for mice, let alone a living human being.

But what is really interesting is that in reality, not many pharmacy students hate the process of killing mice, because this process is not as scary as imagined.

Because there is a quick way to kill a white mouse. You only need to pinch the neck of the mouse with your left hand to ensure that the neck will not move even if it struggles. Then hold the root of the tail with your right hand and quickly push the tail root towards the mouse's back. Pull up from above.

"Click" sound.

The entire killing process, which should have made people continuously feel the meaning of 'life', was suddenly condensed into the special feeling when the cervical vertebrae were separated, and the final twitching of the hind limbs after the death of the white mouse.

You will find that the 'process' of depriving one's life is reduced dozens of times in an instant, making it seem less difficult to accept?

The guilt of killing someone with a knife will never be greater than the guilt of shooting someone; the guilt of killing someone from a distance with a sniper will never be greater than the guilt of shooting someone face to face; the guilt of commanding mercenaries to kill a group of people from a distance will never be greater than the guilt of throwing a missile on the battlefield. A grenade killed one person.

The guilt of trampling to death an ant will never be as great as trampling to death a summer cicada.

process. The main reason people really resist killing is the process. This is a truth that Lin Nian has understood a long time ago, and it is also the subtle changes that he continues to discover in himself.

When you use a knife to cut through the touch of a person's bones and muscles like a table knife cutting through butter, you mistakenly fail to feel the weight of life.

You can't help but think that life is such a cheap thing.

No matter whether you have been or are kind-hearted or not, the weight of your life will eventually lose one or more weights on the scale.

On the 17th floor of Runde Building, the bright red and green colors were splashed on the walls and stairs like a paint bucket being knocked over. It was the devil painting the scroll with the brains and viscera of living people on the cliff of the abyss. Called the Art of Violence and Killing, while climbing upwards, ghost cries, wolf howls, and rolling thunder strikes echoed in the abyss.

It was a dreamlike scene that directors of B-level plasma movies could never dream of. They never knew that the human body could be so fragile in front of sharp weapons. Just a vague shadow passed by, and a straight line appeared from the person's shoulders to the crotch. Line, the upper and lower sides of the boundary line will begin to separate when an external force gently pushes them.

It was like cutting open a human-shaped water bag, and the liquid and solid stored inside "bang" lost their shape and spilled onto the ground, covering it with blood-red thorns and mud.

The devil is climbing. Every time he went up a step, a water bag hit the shadow and tore. It was a work that had been cut with a knife. It might be decapitation, cross-cutting, or cassock-cut or figure-eight cuts. The angle at which the knife grazed the water bag was different, and the shape of the human body when it was finally torn open and dropped to the ground was also different, and it was scattered. The colors of the dirt are also different, but they are all the same bright red and green.

A scene that can only be seen in hell, the devil is walking on the road to heaven, using human corpses and bones to build steps for shelter. It is impossible for humans to accept the picture scroll of hell, so the natural collapse is foreseeable.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Run! Run!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The battle line collapsed so quickly, and the entire resistance process did not take more than ten seconds, because more than ten 'water bags' had broken within ten seconds. They could not understand the occurrence of this phenomenon, so they were afraid, and those blood-red eyes The flaming molten golden eyes were like knives scratching their guts bit by bit, until the cowardly juice inside seeped out from the thin gallbladder wall and poured out thousands of miles away.

The people behind saw the scene of human bodies being torn apart for no reason and lost their minds. They raised their firearms and opened fire regardless of accidental injuries, but only their companions were hit. The body that fell down after being pierced by the bullet hit the devil. At the moment of contact, it actually seemed to roll over the high-speed saw blade in the factory. With a 'click', it broke into two pieces and fell to the platform under the stairs. Other piles of corpses overlapped.

A wall of death was pushed towards them, and the walking devil was the center point of the wall. Everything that came close to him would be cut, torn, and chopped to pieces. They were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered on the assembly line, but no factory would be so cruel as to make the processed products full of pig blood and internal organs run around in such a way, groaning in fear.

The people above couldn't hear the gunfire and crossfire, so they didn't know what was happening below. They yelled about what was going on and kept pushing down; the people below looked at their companions who were torn apart like toys and felt the real richness of death. As he approached, his spirit and will surged upward with all his strength, and his hands and feet were wet with tears.

Incomprehensible and incomprehensible fear began to intertwine, roaring, screaming, crowding, footsteps, all the sounds combined together were called chaos.

There are still many brave men in the chaos. They saw the molten-eyed monster approaching in the narrow space with half of its face stained red with blood. It may be driven by fear, or it may be the belief that the eggs will not be perfected under the overthrow of the nest. , even though they were several meters away, they still had the guts to raise their guns at the devil. With their cramped fingers, they pressed the trigger to death and dumped all the bullets in the magazine amidst the violent backlash of the gun butt!

The bullets that were enough to fill the entire corridor actually hit a gray wall like airflow. It was a spherical 'field', called the 'King' field, and it actually appeared here. Star-shattering fireworks enveloped the air. The shattered bullet shells splashed and refracted in the narrow space, causing more people who were shot to wail.

There is no light and shadow of swords in kendo, such as Yagyu Shinin-ryu, Kashin Akechi-ryu, and Xingyi-ryu. There are no fighting skills, you come and go, like Bajiquan, Tai Chi, and free fighting. This is massacre, and massacre does not require "skills" to participate. All he has is the bloodshed and suppression brought about by pure violent crushing.

Poetic chants floated down from the heights of the corridor. The ancient language was also a power called 'Servant of the King', which could strengthen the physical fitness of living bodies in the field. The chaos in the entire corridor calmed down a little, because the survivors were violently pushed and pushed to create enough distance, a whole floor apart. The distance created space, and the space effectively reduced fear.

Someone began to mobilize and encourage people from behind, roaring that monsters can be killed. Under the effect of the words, a large amount of adrenaline and endorphins began to be secreted, and the fear was finally suppressed. They remembered that they were not They are all ordinary people, their enemies are monsters, but there are monsters among them too!

The footsteps continued to approach. The muscles of the advance troops swelled unnaturally under the reinforcement of the 'King's Attendant'. Their eyes were bloodshot and they waved electric batons and jumped down the entire staircase. They pounced on the devil's corpses with large amounts of flesh and blood. It filled the entire stair space.

That happened in an instant. Death was still so fair. The devil was bathed in blood and turned red. He continued to move forward without hesitation or pause.

The chanting spirit of the 'King's Attendant' continued to sing, and the sound became louder and louder. The originally poetic chant became passionate, like a war song. But is this useful? It is the muscles that are strengthened by the spirit of words, not the will and courage. All that is brought about now is a group of strengthened men who continue to squeeze back and cry in pain, trying to escape from this hell-like place.

The chanter of the 'King's Attendant' still wanted to increase his intensity, but a heavy invisible 'domain' had rapidly expanded to cover the ten floors above and below. The owner of the speaking spirit suddenly became sluggish in speech and brain. Zhong Na's ancient words were locked in the black clouds, and the blood that should have been boiling all over his body instantly dropped to freezing point.

Under the true pressure of blood, the speech and spirit of the lower-ranking people is prohibited.

The first man couldn't bear the pain and collapsed completely. His kneecap was pierced by his teammates who fired randomly and he fell to the ground. He looked at his teammates who were retreating quickly and begged them hoarsely to take him away and save him, but No one paid any attention to him.

The devil approached. He lay on the stairs and looked desperately at the human figure whose face was covered with sticky blood. He could only see the pair of blazing red golden eyes, but the other person actually walked past him without even looking at him. After passing by, he lay there without moving with his eyes wide open until he finally passed out, because he forgot to breathe, and the body's self-rescue instinct was hidden out of fear.

More and more people collapsed on the ground, losing their energy. Some squatted on the ground on their own initiative, and their spirits collapsed under the gaze of the molten pupils. They separated on both sides of the corridor, squeezing themselves as hard as they could, hysterically. Let yourself be sponged into the corners and free up the middle.

A brand new road was formed in this way, but there are always rebels on the road. They chanted spiritual spirits and tried to kill the devil, but all they succeeded was that when the road was vacated, the devil moved closer like a broken frame, and the water bag burst. The red color spread all over the hair and neck of the trembling surrenderer who was crawling and squatting on the ground.

No one who knelt down dared to look up and look at the blood-red devil passing by them. The strong aura had been completely spread by the smell of blood. It was the pressure that truly came from the 'spirit'. In ancient times, In the early knight novels, they called this power "Dragon Power".

They realized that this was indeed a massacre, and the massacre ended when the devil stepped on the emergency exit door on the 21st floor.

Standing in front of the door of the emergency exit, the devil pushed open the door with a high green light. There was no murderous intent like thunder and rain as expected behind the door. Instead, there was only a dark corridor, which was quite deserted.

Outside the window of the corridor is a coastal city with heavy rain. There is no moon and no thunder and lightning. The waterfall of rain is hidden in the black and makes a muffled sound. At the end is the conference room with the door open. The only light source is flickering inside. It is the candlelight of a cup of wax, illuminating the man sitting there at the end of the long table in the conference room. Behind him is the entire wall. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows looked out at the entire city drenched in heavy rain.

The man was far away from the entire long corridor. He silently looked at the bloody ghost that seemed to have walked out of hell. He leaned back from the backrest silently, because only in this way could he do what he should do in the first place. movement, and stared at the blood-red human figure expressionlessly, guessing his next move.

The tens of meters long corridor distance, in the eyes of the two of them, is just the shadow of a cup of wax, so of course this is not possible.

So the devil took a step forward and sat down. In the empty conference room, two shadows were cast on the wall by the burning cup of wax.

The man sat at the end of the office, staring across at the intruder.

The devil sat at the end of the office, examining the condemned man opposite.

ps: Solomon's Temple will be the original setting, and the 'Knight' is also the original setting. He is really not a novice. If Chu Zihang and Caesar were shoulder to shoulder, there would be an 80% chance of overturning - unless Chu Zihang risked his life to explode. Became a Super Saiyan three times.