A few months ago, Rongen would never have thought that a cursed person who might live in a mental hospital for life would now fight bloody battles for the survival of mankind.

And the bathing blood is still this kind of monster that is quite corrosive.

The monster covered in blood, regardless of the wounds on his body, frantically waved all the sickles that he could control, trying to destroy all living things around him.

When these sickle tentacles that can fly at subsonic speeds, flew to the sky and escaped the earth regardless of the silence, the end of Hope City will come.

Those who want to hide in the camp were shattered by these tentacles full of destruction and death. Even the strongest skull in the human body was as weak as butter in front of this sickle.

They thought they were hiding well, and they were cut open the cover of the sky by the crazy sickle in fear, and the red and white were spread all over the floor.

But this is just the end of the power.

After squandering the last power of his body, the only remaining tentacles of the Reaper could no longer support his huge body and completely fell to the ground.

In the rumbling sound, the person who was lucky enough to still live felt the earth shaking and the monster never got up again.

On the back of its head, there is a huge hole.

Rongen was completely immersed in the hollow.

She slowly walked out of it when she saw the monster lying on the ground without moving.

This harvester was too large, and Rongen seemed to have leaned out of a collapsed building.

...

Looking at the huge wound under his feet, Rongen was still not satisfied. He wanted to whip the corpse a few more times, and stepped on it more than ten feet, completely trampling the "building" into ruins.

At this time, her shoes had already been burned to ashes in the terrifying friction, and there were only a few silk stockings left on her feet, but this did not affect the destructive power of each foot at all.

The harvester is comparable to the surface defense of tempered fibers. Under this "war trampling", it is no different from being easily torn apart by ordinary stockings.

In the red blood, everything else had been trampled into pieces by her, and only a human-like head was lying in it.

There is a huge wound on the head, and the wound can still be seen as the outline of a foot.

"Why are there anyone manipulating it inside?"

She looked at this strange scene and felt like she had grasped something.

That's the truth about this world.

She looked familiar with that face. It was the uncle who was summoned by herself and her brother in the original world and called herself the "Saintly Walker".

"But aren't he in the same group as the 'Holy Lander'? Why are he trying to kill them now?"

...

"You are wondering?"

A burst of black smoke emerged from behind her and turned into Bai Mo's appearance.

Rongen looked at the person behind him in a little shocked and suspicious manner.

After a big battle just now, although she was not injured, her body was already exhausted, reaching a point of being a little dizzy, which seriously affected her thinking ability.

She can only support herself by willpower.

Not to mention anything else, at least you have to find some clothes to put on, and wash the blood stains on this body before you can faint...

"Anyway, you won't say what I want to know." After many encounters, Rongen gradually realized this person's character and simply did not do useless work.

...

A road covered with smoke and dust was rolled up from the body of the harvester.

That was the track she was running by.

After killing this monster, she left the scene as fast as possible, because she really couldn't see anyone in this way.

When they were still fighting fiercely, Rongen could cover up all this with speed that was almost impossible to capture by the naked eye, but after the battle was over, they would definitely come over.

As for the guy behind him, forget it, he is not a human anyway.

In a nearby lake, she rubbed the blood on her body desperately.

Just now, when I watched the monster kill innocent people, I didn’t feel so disgusting when I was angry. Now that Rongen has just begun to feel nauseous after quitting from Berserker mode.

I actually got into the monster's body and tore around in a place full of various organs and tissues, making my body full of monster's body fluids.

Unfortunately, the male protagonist who did not come to the lake to peek at it, and the only Bai Mo who could be called a person also disappeared into the air again.

She changed into the clothes she had prepared in advance and slept for a whole day.

...

When Rongen woke up the next day, he felt that the whole world was different.

The air became as sticky as the glue, which made her recall the feeling of being inside the monster yesterday, which was very uncomfortable.

She could sense the air she exhaled every breath and the linkage with the surrounding atmosphere.

There are also every subtle movement, every slight shaking of the body, every ripples caused in the air.

She could even sense the reflected air waves she exhaled when she blew onto the stones and the soil.

With every move, she could feel that her connection with the whole world became countless, and she could look down on the world from a brand new and higher angle.

Rongen felt his body lighter than ever before. Yesterday, he was like walking with a few tons of bags on his back.

She tried to take a step forward gently.

The air, which usually has almost no presence, is now like sticky glue, hindering herself, making her step much more difficult than in the past.

It's like every inch of moving forward, it's like tearing countless barriers apart.

But just this step felt like a step walking under the sea. When she turned around, she found that she had crossed a distance of 500 meters.

A stunning crack appeared on the ground.

The atmosphere roared, and the strong wind from the sound explosion made her crackle her crackling skirt crackle.

Compared to the strength that has surged again, the fibers of clothes are too fragile.

Even though she had chosen the toughest denim skirt in conventional fabrics, she was very careful when taking steps, but after one step, she still made some unpleasant cracking sounds.

"Can I know how many people are left on this planet?" she asked suddenly.

"Eighty million."

“…”

"The harvester is the harvester of human life."

She sighed lightly and returned to the former City of Hope.

After yesterday's death-breaking destruction by the harvesters, this place has completely turned into a ruin. There are still many dry blood stains that can be seen between the collapsed buildings.

"Where are the others?" Rongen saw his younger brother at a glance. He was sitting in the tent that once belonged to him before the collapse.

"They looked for you for a long time, but they didn't look for it. Now they almost all left."

"All right."

"What about you?"

"Where can I go if I don't wait for you here?"

Lun and Peace are helpless.

Yesterday he also walked around the gates of hell and deeply understood that in front of the harvester, his little strength was nothing like that.

Instead of risking encountering other monsters, it is better to stay where you are and wait for your sister to come back.
Chapter completed!