A Weird Theater That Started In London

Chapter 672: Period

flea?

Mites?

Mole?

Or, all three.

In fact, Lu Li didn't care how the giant monster cursed him at all.

Because, while fighting and digging, this mode finally paid off.

In front of his eyes was a huge cave with muscle texture, broken capillaries, and bone stubble mixed with black and white.

And a film!

Behind it, there is a rhythmic sound, but if you listen carefully, you can even hear the noise coming out. The rhythm is actually not so bright, but it reveals a sense of powerlessness.

Of course, Lu Li didn't have the time to listen.

For this moment, Bai Yu didn't even meet him face to face, so he directly chose to sacrifice his life for his injury. At the same time, Boss Zhou was also very cooperative with him, not only willing to be his mount, but also risking his life to buy him more time.

Stab it!

The Sword of Sadhu has always longed for a worthy opponent, and this trip against the world has made it particularly satisfying.

Not only did the black blood not corrode the blade, but like a combustion accelerant, it made the divine substance more radiant, easily penetrated the fascia, and inserted straight into the center of the heart.

The wailing rang uncontrollably throughout the city.

Whether it was the Financial City or the Whitechapel district further east, they could hear the sound full of sorrow and resentment, but no one had time to be distracted, because they also had opponents to deal with.

Lu Li also never slacked off.

For the giant monster, his body size is not even as good as a flea, and his heart alone is several times larger than his completely werewolf form.

Therefore, Lu Li sneaked into the freak's body along the broken fascia. Since it was an unscrupulous attempt to sabotage, it must be carried through to the end.

After slitting his throat and digging a hole leading to his heart, he found a new purpose.

In an instant, black blood spurted from the monster's mouth.

A smile appeared on Zhou Tian's tired face. If Lu Li didn't succeed again, he would turn into a puddle of meat after two parries at most when he exited the dragon form, which was worse than Bai Yu's death.

"finally……"

For a moment, Boss Zhou thought of the workers he had left behind in this world, and he promised that these people would lead everyone to fight for their rights and break the unfair system.

"saved."

All kinds of complicated emotions came to my mind, Zhou Tian was never afraid of death, and death at the hands of a freak is actually worthwhile, but due to various constraints, he who was not afraid of death before was especially resistant to this result.

Compared to his partner, who was filled with emotion, Lu Li seemed busier. He held the fragment of the holy cross in one hand and the sword of Sadhu in the other.

The holy robe was completely reimbursed.

But this fragment from the True Cross is obviously more durable. After all, it is also a strange thing stained with divine blood. To some extent, it is actually a divine equipment.

Therefore, after completely entering the monster's body, it covered Lu Li with a protective shield of holy light, otherwise, the operation would not have been as smooth as it is now——

A monster is composed of a soul body and negative energy, and its body is naturally filled with these things.

Frankly speaking, if he hadn't borrowed these equipments from the Archbishop of Canterbury and exchanged them with shotguns, Lu Li would have been lost long ago.

Previously, he had always thought that [Lone Wolf's Wusense] was enough to deal with all crises, but after coming to the reverse world, this confidence was quickly shattered.

Resentment, resentment, resentment!

No matter what kind of negative emotion, it would eventually turn into hatred. If Lu Li hadn't carried the fragment of the True Cross with him, he would have turned into a strange creature if he stepped into the monster's body and persisted for a few seconds at most.

A moon disc blooms in the darkness.

There are no ifs in the world, but the fact is that after being effectively protected, Lu Li successfully launched sabotage operations.

As the moon circle drawn by Sadhu's sword lit up, the heart, which was nearly ten meters high and needed several people to embrace, split from the middle.

This is doomed beyond repair.

No matter how the souls around the body roar, the form cannot be reversed.

But the massacre had just begun, and the day when the external force finally dissipated, the fragments of the cross would not last long. Lu Li resolutely gave his heart another stab, and then continued to dive down.

Legend has it that a medical student once stabbed his boyfriend thirty-three times, each of which missed the vital area perfectly, and only caused minor injuries in the end.

In this world, this is a legend after all.

But Lu Li can guarantee that, as a cosplayer who is often given training opportunities by the teaching assistant in anatomy class, he can stab people hundreds of times without killing them. Simple to the extreme, even if the other party is extremely large.

Liver, kidney, spleen, lung...

As long as it's internal organs, there's no reason to escape. For a moment, Lu Li felt like Sun Dasheng in the story book "Journey to the West". As for the giant monster, it was naturally Princess Iron Fan.

Of course, the difference is also very big.

Sun Dasheng only threatened with words, while Lu Li put it into action, with the goal of eradicating all evil.

In the end, there were no more formed organs in sight, and the lingering curses disappeared.

Lu Li stabbed Sadhu's sword into the monster's chest. He had to go out. Although he could drill from the relatively soft belly, or from a lower area without using a weapon, these methods were ruled out.

Stab it!

Stab it!

The sound of impact and tear is intertwined.

The long sword was chopping hard bones. Lu Li just wanted to break the strongest bone cage and get out from the front of his heart. It wasn't a bad idea. He wanted to connect the front and back of the heart purely for the purpose of maximizing the damage. .

Soon, there was a sound similar to a blowhole being punctured, it was the sound of organ fragments gushing out.

Shameless, cold and cautious.

Lu Li lived up to everyone's expectations and crawled out from the monster's heart. He could feel the vibrations. It was the monster writhing. No matter how terrifying the scene of its birth and how big its body was, when it was on the verge of death, it still behaved like a monster. Howling like an animal.

Strange creatures are afraid of death?

Before that, Lu Li had seen many monsters. Some of them had low intelligence and were completely fearless of death, while some were not. The human consciousness that had not been completely wiped out in their minds would still show the fear of death.

"What a freak..."

After whispering, Lu Li didn't think about it anymore, he raised a hand and handed it to Boss Zhou, and then, he left the monster's body like a fish leaping.

it's all over.

The first cooperation between the two ended in success, and even Bai Yu expressed comfort before he died:

A well-deserved death.

"Let's rest in place before leaving."

Looking at the dead body that was no longer twitching behind him, Lu Li felt relieved, and his tone was full of exhaustion. He felt that everything had slowed down. Every cell in his body was breathing unscrupulously, and every fiber was stretching at will.

Beside, the same is true for Zhou Tian.

Ever since Lu Li entered the monster's body, there seemed to be no suspense. The winged dragonman was a spectator, witnessing the death process of the enemy.

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