The sacrificial knife cleanly cut through the old shaman's cheekbone. With a roar from Huai Shi, it suddenly pulled, crushing the old shaman's tongue and piercing out of his mouth.
Before the shriveled flesh could even bleed, Huai Shi pulled out the Sword of Virtue from the saddle bag on her back while she was in midair.
He pressed down on the old shaman's shoulder and stabbed the blade into the old man's neck. It came out from the back of his neck and swung horizontally!
Decapitation!
A broken and sluggish head flew from his shoulder along with the purplish-black blood. The scattered white hair was dyed red by the blood.
But then, the headless corpse suddenly moved. It raised its hand and pressed it against Huai Shi's face.
In the palm, countless tiny eyes opened in an instant, staring at Huai Shi's eyes with hatred.
Brilliance from the abyss gushed out from it.
"You worthless bastards, feel the truth!"
A torrent of origin substance gushed out from his palm like a tsunami, pouring into Huai Shi's body along with a sea of nightmares.
Huai Shi's vision turned black. He immediately felt as if his soul had left his body … … It was actually being pushed back by the old ghost.
Behind him, a black vortex appeared out of thin air. Countless deformed limbs stretched out from it, pulling Huai Shi's soul, wanting to pull him into the deepest part of the Rotten Dream.
"Witness the truth!"
The broken head grinned, accompanied by countless illusions that could only be seen in nightmares, appearing in front of Huai Shi.
The essence of the abyss and the philosophy of the Rotten Dream continuously emerged from Huai Shi's consciousness, constantly wearing down his will to resist, wanting to deeply take root in his soul.
He wanted to turn him into a Fallen One of the Rotten Dream.
"Receive the gift of the great spirit, the lucky one chosen by the good night."
The old face smiled sinisterly. "Bid farewell to the decaying world. From now on, you will be my companion, a sober person in this sad world!"
In a trance, Huai Shi felt as if he was swallowed by endless darkness. The world fell apart in front of him, and everything shattered into illusions like a dream.
Reality and illusion were reversed, and endless dreams of madness engulfed him.
It was just a moment, but it was more than thousands of years.
In the prison of endless darkness, the brilliance in Huai Shi's eyes gradually extinguished. In the end, only darkness was left. In the endless darkness, only a warm and kind light waited in front of him.
"Come! Come! "
The old shaman smiled and spread his hands in the light. "Embrace the only truth in this world, accept the supreme redemption from the good night … …"
"Before that, let me ask you a question … …"
Deep in her sleepiness and absent-mindedness, Huai Shi subconsciously asked, "Does your company provide overtime pay?"
"… …" The old shaman was stunned.
"There should be paid leave, right?" Huai Shi asked again, "Five insurances and one housing fund? Year-end bonus? "
"Does your company have an exclusive passage? VIP lounge? First-class reimbursements? "
Dissatisfaction appeared in his empty eyes. Huai Shi asked, "I'm still an artist, so there should be a signing fee, right? What about exposure? Are there any preparations to increase popularity? The trending headlines should be bought for at least a few months, right? "
"… …"
"There's nothing?"
He frowned and woke up from the nightmare. He opened his eyes and looked at the hideous wreckage in front of him. "Then you have the nerve to come out and swindle money?"
Boom!
The Hammer of Pain was raised, aimed at the old shaman's newly grown face, and smashed down.
Blood splattered.
Amidst the screams, the palm that grabbed Huai Shi burst forth with endless power and threw Huai Shi out. He flew like a cannonball and smashed into countless squirming flesh.
"Stubborn!"
The old shaman raised his hand again and slowly grasped at Huai Shi. But then, his hand was smashed.
In the self-activated shield array, Crystal 1-1 and Crystal 1-2 had already walked out with their shields. They held a pistol in their hands and moved forward step by step, taking turns to cover.
The bullets fired from the pistol were extremely strange. Every bullet that hit the old shaman would explode a bloody hole in his body. The wound couldn't be healed and was sizzling.
When he was changing the magazine, he could see the red bullets carved from crystals.
Their movements were swift. Under the alternating shooting and cover, they immediately arrived in front of Huai Shi.
Crystal Lattice 1-1 took out a mountain-splitting axe and cleanly cut off the flesh that was entangling Huai Shi. He pulled him up, ignoring the flesh tentacles that were clinging to his arm, and quickly ran away.
Soon, Huai Shi was dragged back behind the bunker.
He turned around and shouted, "Heart Strengthening Injection, now!"
"No need, no need, he's still alive."
Huai Shi coughed and got up from the ground. He casually tore off the tentacles entangling his body and threw them on the ground.
In the rain of bullets, the old shaman was already riddled with holes.
However, tentacles of flesh and blood continued to extend from his wounds. They wriggled and formed deformed limbs and organs. His original human figure could not be seen at all.
[Long-range attack in position.]
Yanshi's mechanical voice sounded in the channel. [Prepare for impact.]
A roar burst out, the ceiling cracked, and a pungent smell instantly spread out.
A torrent swept across.
Water poured in from the ceiling like a waterfall, making Huai Shi look up in shock. The corner of his eyes twitched. It was all alchemy fuel. Once it was ignited, it would be enough to send them to the sky!
This was the rhythm of a heroic sacrifice!
Following the roar, behind the gap in the wall, far away, the artillery module quickly descended on the rail.
But this time, there was a figure beside the cannon.
Andrea.
The scholar from the Ivory Tower put his hand on the cannon next to him. He raised his finger and gestured a pistol in the air.
An invisible trigger was pulled.
“biang!”
She whispered softly.
The next moment, a spark burst out from the alchemy fuel out of thin air and instantly turned into a mournful frenzy.
In the dazzling fire, the endless flow of flames was restrained by an invisible force.
All the alchemy fuel evaporated in an instant and turned into a part of the terrifying temperature. All the heat was violently stimulated and tightly bound in that narrow space.
It formed a blurry figure.
It was as if the god of the flames had descended.
Under the control of thermodynamics and Salamander, Andrea straightforwardly expressed this destructive power clearly.
As the flames swept across the area, nothing was left behind.
Whether it was the old man who kept regenerating, the corroded flesh on the wall, or even the insignificant things in the hall.
They were all buried in the sea of fire.
In the end, as the flames shrank, only the "tower" emblem of the Ivory Tower was left. It burned fiercely, proving that everything had just happened.
Huai Shi took a deep breath and turned around to wave at Andrea to thank her.
Andrea also winked at him. As the artillery module rose into the air again, it went to other places.
Until the old man's bones disappeared, Crystal 1-1 staggered back two steps and sat on the ground. He raised his hand weakly and signaled for help.
Huai Shi immediately took out the sacrificial knife and cut open Crystal 1-1's broken gloves and cuffs.
The tentacles of flesh had already torn his armor and sank into his arm.
Crystal 1-1 was ruthless and was about to cut off his arm, but Huai Shi grabbed his hand that was holding the knife.
"Wait."
He took out the blood bottle that he had prepared in advance from his pocket, tore off the cap, and poured the venomous blood on Crystal's arm.
With a sizzling sound, Crystal 1-1 suppressed a cry of pain.
Soon, the tentacles of flesh had disappeared, and mold-like erosion marks appeared on the incomplete flesh, deep enough to see bone.
The effect of fighting poison with poison was outstanding, but emergency treatment could only be done to this extent.
Huai Shi roughly stroked his arm, pulled out the poison, and left the rest to the medics. After spraying a layer of spray, a mechanical splint was immediately installed on his arm, and the injury could no longer be seen.
Crystal 1-1 saluted Huai Shi, got up, and motioned for his subordinates to clean up the mess, and then prepared to set off again.
Without giving them any chance to catch their breath, a new mission was assigned from Yanshi.
The group of lunatics from the Fine Night Society finally realized that something was wrong and began to riot and resist, but the general trend was gone. They had long been separated into different places, waiting for the legion to annihilate them.
There were many missions, but Huai Shi wasn't on this mission.
Soon, Tony's angry voice sounded in the earpiece. "A5, A5, I screwed up, fu * k! One of them ran away, damn it, this time I failed miserably … "
"I'll be there immediately."
Huai Shi replied, picked up his sword from the ground, waved goodbye, and was about to leave when Crystal 1-1 stopped him.
He picked up Huai Shi's pistol from the ground, then took out his magazine, filled it with several red crystal bullets, and handed it to Huai Shi.
"Blessed bullets, can effectively kill hell creatures."
He saluted Huai Shi and said goodbye. "Have a safe trip, sir."
"Ah, okay."
Huai Shi stuffed the gun into his saddlebag, waved at them, turned around, grabbed the hanging steel rope, and quickly climbed up.
In mid-air, he pressed the earpiece. "This is Huai Shi, what's going on?"
"A priest ran away," Tony panted.
While running, Tony panted as he reported, "I was one step too late … That guy has already run out of the cordon and into a public area. Is the sniper in position? F * ck! "
There was a loud roar from the other end of the earpiece, and the faint roar of "Eternal Night."
Then there was the sound of an explosion.
Intensive gunshots rang out, and the earpiece was cut off.
As the rope rose, Huai Shi also heard the gunshots gradually approaching.
He gripped the Sword of Virtue tightly and was ready to rush out the moment the deck flipped up.
Then he saw a small square in a mess.
Many tourists were already dead on the street, and several walking corpses of the Fine Night Society were shooting wildly with guns, causing chaos.
There were also a few passengers who had already been held hostage.
From the exit of the underground passage, a half-broken figure slowly walked out.
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