Chapter 143 Thank You

Chapter 143 Thank you

Wanting world peace, wanting human beings to unite, wanting a better future, or letting justice prevail forever... Compared to such extravagant wishes, killing something is actually a very simple thing .

Because life is so fragile.

Before reaching the legend of the fourth-order Xingji, everything is mortal.

No matter what kind of miraculous incarnation, what kind of sublimation person, once the throat is cut and the heart is pierced, then death is a matter of course.

In other words, if you can find the result by destroying something, it is far easier than creating something worth looking forward to.

That's what murder is all about.

A shortcut, a general solution, even if it is not the best choice, but it can always solve the urgent need, calm the bad gaffe, and get a clean solution to the messy incident.

If you want to be lazy and pursue cost performance, there is nothing more suitable than this method.

So the stake, the tribunal, and even the judge came into being.

From the first day of its birth, it has been scheming to think about how to clean up, sweep away, and even slaughter heresy in a way that maximizes efficiency.

Tools like 'Van Helsing' are created through ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent inspiration.

Citing the source code of the chapter of Genesis in the holy scriptures, picking up the legend of vampires, and creating this "heresy belonging to us", a monster that is allowed to exist temporarily in the light.

Granted incredible killing skills and irresistible precepts, imposed unforgivable original sin and indelible piety, and finally achieved great achievements that cannot be ignored and dark history that cannot exist.

"I know your deeds. You worked hard, persevered, and hated evil. You once detected those fake apostles and exposed their masks..."

In the pale mist, there was a hoarse whisper.

Immediately afterwards, the color of blood burst out, dyeing the lingering white mist with a ray of bleak red.

From the roar of the wolf-turner, an erratic figure walked forward, chopped off the knife and ax in his hand, and whispered softly: "I know your behavior, you only have the name of being alive, but you are actually dead... "

Huai Shi stepped forward, feeling the madness and fury burning in her chest, raised her scarlet pupils, swept across with a short knife, and chopped off the head in front of her.

"You have to repent, and you have to recall the teachings you have received and heard before, and you have to obey them. If you don't wake up, I will be like a nightmare, coming suddenly when you don't expect it..."

In this way, preach to the dead.

This is the last holy sermon.

There is no need to deliberately seek, it is natural and smooth as if there is no breathing.

It was obviously a cold-blooded creature, but under the intensification of Yin, the surging blood seemed to boil, igniting him, burning him, walking through the fog of death, and creating more deaths.

Along with howling wolves, more and more wolf-changers gathered and rushed into the mist. But Lei Feizhou staggered back and pulled out the arrow nailed to his neck with all his strength.

I don't know if it's the pain or the hatred, but the broken face becomes more ferocious.

But even if the arrow was pulled out, the wound never healed as expected, and he didn't even feel pain, only cold numbness—complete necrosis.

This is the lethality that even a human wolf who inherits the divine blood cannot repair.

"What kind of poison is it!"

"It's chocolate."

Someone looked at his vaguely wolfish face and whispered in his ear, "I smeared chocolate on the knife."

Lei Feizhou turned his head in horror, but he saw the black shadow hanging upside down from the ceiling ignoring gravity, and the ax blade raised towards his face from bottom to top.

On the dark green ax blade, there is a refreshing sweet fragrance.

Lei Feizhou subconsciously leaned back.

Immediately afterwards, the iron and the bone collided, and sparks were produced from the friction.

Cracks staggered, and an inverted cross was carved out of Lei Feizhou's face, and blood spurted out.

Before he could react, the black shadow swung a dagger from mid-air, penetrated into Lei Feizhou's lungs, and with the twist of his wrist, tore apart the brewing roar.

That pair of blood-stained eyes appeared in front of Lei Feizhou again, with burning flames.

The whistling of the wind finally broke out from Huai Shi's hands.

Swinging the heavy ax blade above his head, he slashed at Lei Feizhou's face again!

At the last moment, Lei Feizhou only had time to crush the talisman on his neck.

collapse!

The blade of the ax rubbed sparks between the black fingers.

blocked!

Sharp nails popped out from Lei Feizhou's fingers, and instantly turned into a blade-like pitch black, and the incomplete palm also grew new bones, flesh and dark hair in an instant.

With the hoarse roar, Lei Feizhou's body was rising steadily, the bones of the head made a sound like steel twisting, the nasal bone extended, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken.

In an instant, the essence of a werewolf was revealed from the previous disguise.

Between the entangled strands of hair, there was a sudden flash of lightning, and just a wave of his hand left a glaring scar in the air, tearing up the obstructing deck, like thin paper.

The narrow room fell apart in an instant, and even the silver mist was blown away by the strong wind caused by thunder and lightning, revealing devastated blood and wreckage.

And the other palm, which was several times thicker, smashed towards Huai Shi's face while roaring!

The fist wrapped in thunder light hit the handle of the axe, knocked Huai Shi into the air, and hit the wall, almost knocking him out of the cabin and into the sea.

Feeling the numbness from her arm, Huai Shi panted violently, raised her head, and stared at the unrecognizable Lei Feizhou: "This dress is not bad, you should have taken it out earlier."

The wolfish face became more and more distorted.

Obviously, this state is not something he can use casually if he wants to.

The gifts of the gods are limited, and the servants are never allowed to be squandered.

But once it is taken out, it is enough to influence the situation of the battle.

Now, following his roar, the lycanthropes in the corridor tore through the walls, rushed into the cabin, and completely surrounded the place, and the mist they used to hide in had disappeared without a trace.

Lei Feizhou sneered: "I have to say, you missed the last chance to escape."

"You got one thing wrong."

Huai Shi reapplied the highly poisonous sword oil on the knife and axe, and replied calmly: "I never thought about running away."

Lei Feizhou was stunned for a moment, and immediately, he couldn't help but mockingly smiled:

"Just for an NPC?"

an NPC?

Is it just an NPC?

Huai Shi lowered her head, looked at the blood-stained dictionary in her arms, and did not answer.

He actually had a lot to say, and he wanted to tell the inspector behind Lei Feizhou: Many people like you, after becoming sublimators, treat everything as a luxury game...even if we didn't survive in the game.

They will make a mess of everything without any scruple and respect, act recklessly, leave a mess everywhere, and then say to you with a smile, relax, this is just a game, I didn't intend to hurt you, it's just that you are a NPCs only.

But for those who died because of it, this is not a game.

Death is real, cruel and sad, and repulsive. No matter how many times you experience it, nothing will change.

It shouldn't be something that can be smoothed over with flimsy excuses and reasons.

But at the end of the day, saying none of this makes sense.

Weak words alone have never been able to convince anyone—otherwise, why would there be a trial court, and why would something like Van Helsing be created?

For some reason, Huai Shi suddenly remembered the village in the record again.

There are also those dead old people, women, and children—those crooked bodies that have lost their temperature lie in a pool of blood, and their empty pupils reflect the desolate world.

They died silently, like weeds, in a trivial struggle sixty years ago.

No one knows, no one remembers.

Except Huai Shi herself.

So, he gripped the knife and ax tightly, and replied softly: "Yes, just for an NPC."

"Now I believe the evil words, you really are not Ai Qing..." The inspector behind Lei Feizhou sneered: "At least, she won't be as stupid as you."

"Really? Maybe you haven't seen her when she is angry?"

Huai Shi calmly stared at the human wolf, separated from many wolf-like out-of-control people, and told him: "But no matter what, I have to thank you."

Thank you for reminding me once again how powerless I am when I can't even save an NPC.

At that moment, the knife and ax collided in Huai Shi's hands, and the demon hunter raised his blood-red eyes, grinned, and showed the same ferocious canine teeth to the beasts.

"--Come!"

He takes a step forward.

From the sparks that shot out, there was the sound of steel screaming, chopping with knives and axes!

The tense bowstring broke at this moment.

The short-term calm was broken, as if the ice surface was broken, and there were huge turbid waves bursting out amidst the roaring noise.

In the lycanthropist's roar, blood gushed out from under the ax blade, staining that pale face red. He took the second step, from the surging out-of-control people, forward!

Ignoring the tear on the back, Huai Shi raised the ax and cut again!

Flesh and bones fell apart, and broken heads and limbs flew into the air. Immediately afterwards, the short knife stabbed forward, penetrated into the throat, and swung it horizontally, splashing blood.

Numerous bluish-purple fine blood vessels emerged from the neck, extending upwards, covering Huai Shi's face, like layers of spider silk.

The blood plasma mixed with silver and various alchemy potions had already been injected into the pulse from the needle under the cuff, bringing him endless pain and strength.

It's like drinking poison to quench thirst.

But the consciousness has become extremely calm, like ice and iron thrown into the deep sea.

The knife and ax swung in his hands, drawing complicated arcs, and traces of blood were drawn fleetingly.

Huai Shi raised her hand and shot the last crossbow arrow behind her. Regardless of the guy who was nailed to the wall, she opened her mouth and bit the throat of a wolf-turner, sucking the blood that represented life, and then tore his body apart. Throat, he made up for the fatal blow with the blade of the axe.

The wolf's poison mixed in the blood flowed in his body, but was killed by the toxin in his blood.

He is moving forward.

Roaring from the siege of blood and death.