Chapter 180 Wrath of the Werewolf

Several afterimages whizzed over, mixed with a strong stench.

Unfortunately, I met Lu Li.

He completely ignored the hideous monster image of the opponent and the weird and slender tentacles, and the sword of Sadhu continued to slash towards the head.

The sword is shining brightly.

In the end, a bloody flower was brought out.

Dark green blood flower.

In a blink of an eye, Mrs. Pickman retreated, and it suddenly withdrew its wrist touch and shrank back.

This action saved the monster's life, and the blade barely pierced the skin.

If it is one step later, the head will fall to the ground.

"Facts have proved that my sword is still faster."

As he said that, Lu Li glanced at the dark green liquid stuck to the blade, waved it away with a shake of his hand, and whispered, "Death!"

Immediately afterwards, a dodge came in front of Mrs. Pickman, and the ancient sword pierced fiercely into its heart like an arrow leaving the string, piercing it in half.

Because Lu Li's speed was too fast, female editor Darlene only saw a black shadow passing by, accompanied by the howling of the wind, and then the picture stopped.

However, Mrs. Pickman, whose body is alienated, cannot be understood with common sense. She does not have the heart as an organ!

Because, after Lu Li succeeded, without any hesitation, he swung his wrist vigorously, trying to destroy the opponent's internal organs, but he didn't get the expected result, just brought out a large amount of dark green liquid.

It's really the first time I've seen this kind of thing.

Subconsciously, he clenched the hilt of the wolf's head sword tightly and retreated, only to find that the strength was like a bull entering the sea, there was no feedback, and it was difficult to move half a step.

"He's watching you."

At this moment, Mrs. Pickman, whose chest was pierced, spoke in a hoarse voice: "He is looking at you..."

As the words fell, countless sticky and foul-smelling wrist touches rushed out, as if they wanted to wrap Lu Li up.

The situation suddenly changed, weird and dangerous.

At this moment, Lu Li made an instant decision, dropped his sword and retreated, rolling on the ground.

The wrist touches are of different lengths, the elder ones are three meters long, while the shorter ones are less than the size of a palm. They pierce the floor like iron rods, sending sawdust flying.

As the target of the attack, Lu Li could clearly hear the sound of breaking wind whistling in his ears, continuously, and he was only a hair away from hurting himself.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

Lu Li hit the partition of the front desk, and there was nowhere to retreat, and a tentacle stabbed towards him like a javelin, as if to nail him to death.

At this time, Darlene, a bystander, screamed like a pig, which made people feel upset.

at the same time.

Without even thinking about it, Lu Li grabbed the sword sheath in his hand and slashed down with all his strength, blocking the final blow.

The situation is back to the original point.

Mrs. Pickman, who had turned into a monster, was injured, with an ancient sword stuck in her chest, and mucus continued to drip down the sword.

Investigator Lu Li lost a handy weapon and almost capsized in the gutter.

The female editor, Darlene, was still screaming with her eyes closed, unable to react.

After calming down for a while, Lu Liren couldn't help shouting, "Shut up! You're not dead yet."

Immediately afterwards, the gray pupils began to shrink, and finally turned into vertical pupils like beasts, glowing faintly in the slightly dim environment.

White bony spurs protrude from the fingers, with a dull metallic luster, indicating that they are not decorations and can easily pierce the throat of prey.

"Now is the official duel."

The voice is low, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

In the next second, Mrs. Pickman roared forward, her wrist was like a sharp blade, tearing at the air, and the countless sucker-shaped holes on it opened and closed up and down, and as long as it touched flesh and blood, it would devour it greedily.

This is no longer a battle that humans can intervene in.

Darlene, who was standing not far away, saw that Lu Li's figure was distorted, avoiding the attacks of the snakes with indescribable flexibility and speed——

In her eyes, the tentacles on Mrs. Pickman's body were no different from a group of snakes, entangled with each other.

dodge!

dodge!

dodge!

Hundreds of tentacles flailed wildly, stirring the air, but Lu Li could easily dodge every time. In fact, after entering the first stage, his physical fitness was improved exponentially: speed, spirit, perception, strength... …

You can appear in any area in the hall just by jumping in place.

In addition, the ten sharp bone spurs became the strongest weapons, connected to the body, each time it swung, it would cut off a large number of tentacles, and bring out dark green mucus.

There was no fatal blow, just like a gardener pruning a flower bed. In a few seconds, Mrs. Pickman was whittled down to a human stick, leaving only two thick tentacles, supporting her body and trying to maintain her balance.

"He's watching you."

"He's looking at you..."

Laughter echoed in my ears.

Before dying, this monster still maintained a crazy posture, conveying some kind of will.

As the victor, Lu Li didn't make any malicious taunts. As always, he grabbed the handle of the wolf's head sword and pulled it hard.

This time, there was no stagnation.

It's just that there is no mucus oozing out, because the monster's blood is almost exhausted.

"My blade shone with silver light."

The classic quotations of the demon hunter shouted from the mouth of the wolf, which was inexplicably paradoxical.

subsequently.

Gululu...

There was a rolling sound.

Looking at the monster whose body was separated, Lu Li put away the Sadhu sword and muttered, "Say hello to Kane for me. You will meet again soon."

For some reason, he had a strong premonition: everything will come to an end today.

Not long.

Accompanied by female editor Darlene, Lu Li went to the second floor. She said that she could see a church here, a black Byzantine church with golden spires two hundred and fifty feet high.

[A demon once lived here]

[far older than human beings, and wider than the universe]

【This is a place of pain and suffering beyond human comprehension】

Pushing open the window, Lu Li did indeed see a church-like building, and the female editor's statement came from behind him. He didn't know why places that symbolized sacredness and tranquility always became the dwelling place of demons.

To set off fear with contrast?

Since he couldn't think of an answer, Lu Li simply decided to go and see for himself——

Investigator Sam begged himself to seal a door that should be hidden in the church in front of him.

Otherwise, Sutter Kane would not have spent a lot of ink to describe, let alone write so straightforwardly.

A demon wider than the universe?

If Kane didn't use exaggerated rhetorical techniques when writing the novel, then this trip must be done with the help of external forces. After all, no matter how powerful a werewolf is, it cannot be compared with the boundless universe.

At this time, Lu Li propped himself on the window sill, looking at the black-topped church, while recalling Sam's original words: The town is on...the cover...block the door, there is...

The previous sentence failed to be confirmed, and the latter sentence lacked key information.

have what?

The strange and indescribable creature was left behind by the person who sealed the demon, or it was a combination of both.

"Let's go there and find out."

Hearing this, female editor Darlene hesitated to speak, and silently followed.