"Maken" walked straight forward and opened the heavy obsidian door in front of the Tomb of Thousand Heads.
There was a crunching sound, and the veins in Macon's hands jumped. He was stunned to push the door open alone.
Suddenly, a cold and damp smell of blood mixed with the smell of moss and earth came over.
Roland's eyes suddenly became sharp——
"Roland, let me go and see first..."
"Maken" choked and coughed due to the rancid air in the Tomb of Thousand Heads. He leaned on the door and fanned the air in front of his nose and said to Roland.
But before he finished speaking, his mouth was tied up by a large vine coming from behind.
"Maken" was horrified. His hands unconsciously grabbed the four or five vines that bound his neck and mouth, but he kept pulling at them.
The moment the vine tightened "Maken's" throat and blocked his mouth, the vine was immediately swung with great force, pulling him towards the obsidian door.
one time.
Two times.
The back of his head was pulled by the vines and kept hitting the blunt edge of the obsidian door, making a dull sound.
The force of the vine was very heavy, and with just three or four blows, the back of "Maken's" head was a bloody mess.
The green vines that tightly covered his mouth were stained with bright red, and drops of blood flowed down along the gaps in the vines.
Unable to withstand the huge pressure in his head, his eyes also burst out, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Maken" looked at Roland with surprised eyes, but only saw dense vines pulled out from the sleeves of the black robe.
When exactly...
Before the doubts in his heart were answered, he was pulled by the vines and flew towards Roland, with his hands tightly tied behind his back by two vines. The joints of his shoulders made a crunching sound due to the excessive force of the vines.
I saw a flash of cold light, and before "Maken" even hit the ground, a blue sword light was buried in the chest.
Like the best anatomy master, the short knife flashing with a pale blue light moved in and out like lightning. In less than half a second, the chest cavity of "Marken" was completely opened.
Inside were clearly the same internal organs as those of ordinary people.
But the most abnormal thing is this——
"Isn't it here..."
That cold and melodious voice sounded in "Maken's" ears, but to him it sounded like a demon: "In other words, in the head?"
How could she know!
"Maken"'s whimpering voice suddenly became louder, but because the vines only bound her throat and mouth, her wide-open mouth could only produce muffled broken syllables.
A vertical blue sword light fell like a meteor, directly piercing the left eye socket of "Maken" who had not yet landed, and nailed "Maken" to the ground with great force.
That is definitely not the strength and skill that ordinary "noble ladies" can have. The strength alone is more than seven times that of ordinary people, and ordinary bronze-level warriors do not have this kind of strength.
What is she...
The left eye was penetrated by a short knife with a pale blue blade and nailed to the ground, starting from the socket of the left eye. A thin layer of frost began to spread at an extremely slow speed. Obstructed by the ice curtain, "Marken"'s vision began to blur.
Everything in front of me cannot be seen clearly.
He felt as if something had been taken away from his waist.
Is it that knife with a strange center of gravity...
At this time, "Maken" felt that the vines binding his neck were being untied. He was about to shout for help, but found that the Adam's apple of the human he was imitating had been crushed by the vines, and he was tied wide open.
, the mouth that keeps flowing out a lot of saliva does not have the strength to bite the vines.
Human life is really fragile - before he could complain like this, he felt his body light up and his neck was cut off directly.
"Don't worry..."
A plain but somewhat gentle voice came to "Maken"'s ears. The vines binding his mouth were also removed.
"Wait, Luo——"
he exclaimed.
In less than a breath, his broken throat had been repaired, and yellowish flesh buds began to grow on his neck, dancing like tentacles trying to connect to the severed chest.
This is the power of the enemy of Kabbalah. A demonic creature that reverses the process of evolution, a terrifying existence that grows to the highest level and can even evolve all things through imagination.
"Isn't it just a cub that already poses a considerable threat?"
A plain voice full of malice sounded from above the head of "Maken". The black leather boots with nails kicked his head hard against the obsidian door. The flesh-and-blood head was immediately broken in half, and blood spattered on the door.
superior.
And the broken head was bounced back. It had grown completely just after leaving the gate. And the flesh and buds protruding from the gap at the lower end had already begun to try to form a trunk with a heart.
"I mean no harm! Listen to me—"
"Marken" tried his best to argue, but he was interrupted by Roland just as he spoke.
"It's really disgusting," was there undisguised disgust and hatred in that voice, "Why do you want to live?"
With another kick, Roland kicked his head hard on the door. After it bounced back, he kicked it back again. Large blood-colored flowers bloomed on the obsidian door. Layer after layer, like watercolor splashed with ink.
After just two or three back and forths, "Maken" realized that the defense was useless, so he shut up and revealed his prototype - a head like a bright red bud, with several layers of sharp teeth pointing inward from the stamen.
It consists of several roots with the shape of reproductive organs under the buds.
It began to curse Roland, using an incomprehensible language, or perhaps a broken curse. The sound was like a baby crying, or like the cry of a resentful spirit or the rustling of insects.
"Why do you want to live?"
"Wouldn't it be better for you to die?"
But Roland had no fear. He just had no expression on his face and kicked the enemy of Kabbalah on the door again and again. The demonized creature without the protection of flesh and blood was so fragile that every time it collided with the door, there would be
Large pieces of flesh and blood exploded, and layers of thick, black plasma exploded on the door.
Finally, when the disgusting flower bud bounced back for the last time, the blue sword light fell vertically, penetrating the flying flower bud and smashing it into the ground.
The force was so great that the light blue dagger trembled violently, almost bending and breaking.
——A concentrated blow!
Suddenly, the constant banging sound finally stopped.
But the flower bud still did not die, but continued to open its mouth full of sharp teeth, making sharp and harsh noises at Roland.
Roland just stepped directly on the short knife stuck on the ground, put all his strength into it, and crushed it downwards with all his strength.
The cub of the enemy of Kabbalah finally let out a mournful cry for the first time.
A feeling of being cut with a dull knife on the thick leather came from the soles of his feet. Roland's expression finally calmed down and returned to the calm and leisurely tone it had been at the beginning.
"As far as the role of sandbags is concerned, you did a good job. I feel much better now."
Roland lowered his head and spoke gently to the enemy of Kabbalah who was being trampled under his feet.
The grievances and pressure that had been building up since last night were finally relieved a lot by beating this guy.
Roland cannot allow any failure, let alone the redemption of the City of Fortune, which he once boasted that Haikou must be completed successfully.
Although the redemption was indeed completed in the end, the result could never be considered satisfactory, and it would be okay to say it was just makeshift.
In the end, what Roland did was not to lead people to do good, but to force them not to do evil.
If the Everlasting Mentor had counted Roland's mission as a failure, Roland would have cheered up and prepared to go to the White Tower to attack again - but she had just counted him as a success.
what is this?
Pity? Or comfort?
From time traveling to the present, the restlessness caused by the drastic change in living environment finally broke out at this moment. Mixed with grievance and loneliness, an evil fire burst out from Roland's heart, but Roland did not dare to complain to his boss.
Roland knew in his heart that if that kind of anger was not vented, sooner or later it would have a huge impact on his own behavior.
Thanks to this unknown enemy of Kabbalah——
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