He dominates the lives of hundreds of millions of Zerg and pushes them into the abyss with his own hands.
So there is only death left here! Endless death!
The outcome has already been determined——
Watching this, the gentleman felt chills all over his body, and the fear and uneasiness deep in his soul were like a tide constantly impacting his consciousness, swallowing him up bit by bit.
Take away all warmth and hope...
The world seemed to be cast in a bloody haze because of this.
Everything you see is red and black.
Extremely cruel!
"Hoo~ho~ho!"
The gentleman finally couldn't stand such a scene, so he turned his head sharply, closed his eyes, and began to gasp for breath. The blood on his face was quickly stripped away, and in the end he was only as pale as snow.
Silent for a long time!
Although his life is like walking on thin ice, it does not affect his kind heart as a gentleman.
Sure enough, he still couldn't stand the scenery of hell.
If this place is really a tourist attraction, then this trip will easily cause psychological shadow.
After a long time, people may go crazy.
There is an irreversible mental problem.
so!
Bad review! Absolute bad review!
crazy.
"What a bird place."
However, contrary to expectations, although the gentleman closed his eyes, the panoramic view of flesh and blood hell in front of him could still be directly instilled into his consciousness through his soul.
This is the legendary forced brainwashing.
Gentleman: "Ugh!"
After a period of retching, the gentleman felt extremely uncomfortable. He probably didn't want to see any oil or blood clots in a short period of time.
but!
I couldn't refuse, so I could only endure the discomfort and watch the whole scene in silence.
"Oh, right." At this time, the ghost-faced moth who was fishing aside patted his thigh. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something. He stretched out his hand to pat the gentleman's shoulder, and casually wiped the potato chip residue on his paw onto the gentleman's muscles.
superior.
Very sloppy.
But he doesn’t treat a gentleman as an outsider at all!
He said very familiarly: "Brother, after you watch the documentary, remember to waste some more brain cells and write a review of about 20,000 words. I will use it here."
"Also, please write your review faster."
"I still need to submit it to the leader for direct approval."
"You know, how fast you write your review will directly determine whether I can get off work early." Ghost Faced Hawkmoth suddenly became solemn, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious.
"So, you must try your best."
"I'm still cooking instant noodles and playing games at home. Well... I also have two younger sisters waiting for me to take them away."
When it comes to getting off work, Ghost Faced Hawk Moth is not sleepy anymore.
As he spoke, he took out two slightly larger pieces of cardboard and a cute, light pink pen from his trouser pocket.
Full of enthusiasm!
He just slapped the paper and pen in his hand into the gentleman's face, and kept mumbling: "Brother, use your smart brain and get started."
gentleman:"……"
"???"
"Uh~~"
The gentleman stared blankly at the paper and pen in front of him, as well as the eager little expression of the ghost-faced moth.
The painting style was, well... very inconsistent.
this moment!
The image of the tyrant from hell that the Ghost-faced Hawkmoth had just formed in the minds of the gentlemen was shattered with a "snap".
Shredded!
Sure enough, the tyrant of hell, the sun of flesh and blood, the high throne, and the death scam are all lies.
Gentlemen now can't bear to look directly at the ghost-faced moth in front of them.
Damn it, a fat bastard just waiting to die, how could there be such tall things?
"I'm really drunk." A trace of pain appeared on the gentleman's face, and his outlook was shattered. However, he still reached out wordlessly and took the two cardboards and the sexy pink pen from the Ghost-faced Hawk Moth.
With a "pop", he fell to the ground, flattened the cardboard, and began to write [Reflections on the Flesh Hell]
There is no other way, Ghost Faced Hawkmoth is anxious to get off work!
And he was anxious to escape from prison.
There is no conflict at all,
"Brush~swipe~swipe!"
As the pen in his hand continued to write, lines of unyielding writing appeared quickly like green pines shining through the frost, and the gentleman's hand speed was as fast as an average of more than fifty words per second.
The tiger is so angry that it almost leaves an afterimage.
"Okay, okay..." The ghost-faced moth who looked at it kept cheering: "Sao Nian, you are really talented."
"I'm optimistic about you." The gentleman immediately looked contemptuous.
joke!
He has all the memories of the Supreme Brother, let alone a mere review of a 20,000-word article. As long as he is given some time, he can even write a book of 2-3 million words.
He now writes his reflections without even using his brain, just scribbling along with his feelings and that's it.
But the written content is so neat and exquisite that you can't find any faults.
This is the master-level skill that the Supreme Brother has honed over many years of writing strategic plans.
Is it understandable to ordinary people?
Not long after, the gentleman swung the pen and ink coolly, blew the paper, and after the writing was dry, he handed it into the hands of the ghost-faced moth, "It's done, let's go."
"good!"
The Ghost-faced Hawkmoth carefully put away the paper and pen, and at the same time there was a hint of meaning in his eyes. He grabbed the gentleman's arm, and started to flap the wings behind him at high speed.
"boom!!!"
A sonic boom ripped through the space and suddenly exploded.
Like thunder startling insects.
Before the gentleman could react, the two of them turned into two rays of rainbow light and disappeared, leaving only a push of swarms of insects that were still roaring in the sky.
In fact, they never really saw Gentleman and Ghost-faced Hawkmoth from beginning to end. They instinctively regarded them as nothing.
In the Hell of Flesh, the Ghost-faced Hawk Moth is the real master.
——The Hell of Flesh is also one of the undead heavens officially certified as governed by the World of the Dead!
life and death!
They have always been in opposition to each other and balanced with each other.
nature!
The living have their heavens and realms, and the dead also have their graveyards.
The cemetery system is so complex that even a decent person will feel confused after just touching it for a while.
Strange environments will always make people feel uncomfortable. A gentleman can only adapt to the environment while getting familiar with it.
Moreover, after he is released from prison, he will analyze and adjust with Zhang Youde and his elder brother Taishang.
future strategic direction.
Thunder roared across the sky!
When the gentleman came to his senses, he had already arrived at the center of a carpet of flesh and blood. There was no grass or trees here, no buildings in groups, and no hope or beauty whatsoever.
There's just endless greasy smell and raw meat that's so sweet that it's disgusting.
See\this fairy gate is very strange\just\remember\domain\name\:\w\w\w\.\8\2\z\w\.\c\o\m\ This chapter has been completed!