There are always people trying to kill one's own waist, and no one has ever failed. It almost drives the gentleman crazy.
The hellish place of Demon Realm really didn't suit him, especially those teammates who were like pigs.
It can't be carried at all.
so!
"Go to hell!!!"
Amidst the sound of shells being loaded, the gentleman carried on his shoulders the rocket launcher that had been ripped off from the unlucky guy.
Bravely pulled the trigger.
Suddenly!
Bah... the hot steel head spurted out with frosty white exhaust.
With firepower powerful enough to blast a big hole in the Iron Curtain, it crashed into the nearest heavy fighter plane amid a hail of bullets.
boom!
There was thunder on the ground, accompanied by the spread of scarlet thunder flames, and countless shrapnel and fire snakes snaked out like dragons traveling.
Just a moment!
The steaming heat wave and foehn wind scorched the sky, and then turned into a gorgeous but inconspicuous spark.
Gradually disappear.
at last!
The gentleman threw away the barrel with twitching eyelids, took another fifty or sixty shots on his body, spat, and cursed secretly: "It's really unlucky, this garbage cannon is not powerful."
"It didn't even hit the target."
It can be said to be!
The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the record was 0-5!
Not to mention that a gentleman's accuracy is terrible.
Just before the rocket launcher got close to the heavy fighter plane, it was accurately shot with a sniper rifle by a steel demon soldier on the plane who was fully armed with only scarlet eyes.
certainly!
It is impossible to fire just one shot. The demon soldiers are not only equipped with the most sophisticated weapons, but their thoughts are also brainwashed and cold-blooded.
Existence like a dead soldier.
What it emphasizes is a knife that exterminates humanity, just like a weapon...even a knife that kills living things is also a consumable.
After the demon soldier blew up the rocket launcher with his backhand, his scarlet eyes stared viciously at the gentleman. Without any fear or worry about retaliation, he pulled the trigger again and again...
More than a dozen shots were fired.
The target is directed at the head, heart, waist, and lower body of the gentleman...everywhere is a desperate sniper attack that analyzes the human body's weaknesses.
Extremely insulting!
There is no morality and respect at all.
certainly!
Speaking morally on the battlefield is a matter for wise men.
And they are just knives used purely for killing. They have no brains and cannot have brains to move them.
"Bang bang bang——"
Thirteen shots in a row, fatally shot!
The sniper rifles in the hands of demon soldiers are significantly different from those sold on the market...the power, ammunition capacity, reloading speed, burst system, sniper accuracy, and portability are all far higher than those of civilians.
The gap between the army and retail investors is like a chasm.
"Puff puff--"
More than a dozen mouthfuls of old blood suddenly spurted out, and the whole body looked like a torn sack.
The gentleman has vomited blood countless times, and the blood has already spread all over the street.
Full of pain!
And every time he vomits blood, it means the moment of his death!
Death is scary!
Even if this body is just a consumable.
but!
The great terror between life and death and the cold-blooded feeling caused by bullets will still be engraved intact into the soul of a gentleman.
It left him scarred and almost collapsed.
But under the protection of the will of justice, the soul of a gentleman will not fall apart no matter how broken it is, and can still vaguely maintain a human form.
It's just a little leaky.
It's just that the process of dying and living, living and dying, life is worse than death... is still too cruel for a gentleman.
actually!
I have to say that the Supreme Being protected both Zhang Youde and the gentleman very well.
During my two lifetimes, except for some accidents, the rest of my life is extremely peaceful and safe.
so!
This also causes both Zhang Youde and the gentleman to look immature when faced with the storm.
Especially the gentleman, he is a newborn baby, and the series of death hazes he is enduring now can turn a determined demon into a psychopath.
now!
The storms of disaster are stacking up endlessly, seeming to get more intense with no end in sight...
Despair! Darkness!
The grand carnival is still going on——
Fire rises in death!
Even gentlemen don’t know whether they are ready for disaster?
but!
There should be none.
but!
A true hero, no coward.
Just do it and it's over, especially for those turtle grandsons who burst their own waists.
"You ride on the horse and wait for me."
"If I don't kill you, my gentleman's name will be written upside down!"
Isn't violence just blind now, a good medicine to numb one's soul?
Therefore, the broken soul of a gentleman is accompanied by a vast number of demon soul prisoners.
Just like the undead army crossing the border.
All kinds of ghosts crying and wolf howling——
Thousands of curses and magical powers are being exerted, and there is a hail of bullets!
One end flew into the fighter plane in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the gentleman used his broken soul hands to pierce the demon soldier's neck and stared into his eyes, his eyes were terrifyingly sinister.
Although the damage value is 0, the momentum is very strong.
"You are not the first, nor the last, to target my waist."
"They all must die!"
"but!"
"Your body is very good, but the next second... he will be mine." The gentleman plunged into the demon's body.
Leave no room for resistance.
After a brief twitch for a second...
When he opened his eyes again, the demon soldier had transformed into a gentleman.
He died very quickly!
On how to use nightmares to erase people’s consciousness?
After years of exposure to ghost movies and tens of thousands of years of training in the realm of the dead, once a gentleman is determined to commit suicide, he doesn't need to expend much soul energy to weave nightmares.
It’s nothing more than a scary trick——
Now!
The gentleman held his newly acquired sniper rifle and looked at the two wary-looking aircraft pilots in the huge hatch directly in front.
He couldn't help but reveal a bloodthirsty and sinister smile.
Point the black barrel at someone's head.
"Don't blame me for being dirty!"
"This is a death carnival, and I just need strength."
"so!"
"Use the waste."
"You demons, bet on whether I can plunder and devour you all before Black Heart City is destroyed, in exchange for stronger power of justice."
The gentleman's face is very cold, very cold!
It can be called a killing spree!
but!
Under the pure golden eyes of a gentleman, there is also a trace of deep fatigue hidden.
"The devil would be willing to come and massacre the city if there was nothing he could do."
The gentleman sighed softly, then suddenly raised his sniper rifle and fired at the driver indiscriminately. Then he gritted his teeth and swore: "When this beating is over, I will have a good sleep."
"So damn tired!"
certainly!
g, is a big taboo.
In all likelihood, Gein will not get what he wants. After all, the battlefield is changing rapidly and there are too many variables. No one knows what kind of accident will happen.
but!
The gentleman is too tired now, he has died too many times, and his broken soul wants to have a good sleep!
But the righteous will, like a raging fire, would not let him sleep.
In the torture of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep...g, come and cheer yourself up.