In the Colosseum, darkness enveloped everyone, and the caged hellhound barked uneasily. Flames fell from the sky, fell into the Colosseum full of flesh and blood, and turned into a figure in red robes.
"Everyone, I am here to witness your death." White light shot from above towards the red-robed voice standing in the field. He raised his head, revealing a very punk face.
The tattoos covering most of his face, the hairstyle that is half bald and half long, and the nails and hoops all over his face make this man look like the lead singer of a heavy metal rock band.
But no one will look down upon this man who looks like a drug addict because of this outfit, because now...
got windy.
Originally there would be no wind here, only the ventilation fans would hum and blow out constant airflow, but now, the wind blows from the center to all sides, and the breeze blows on the face, like the spring breeze on the Volga River, but it carries the smell of blood.
Something was stirring in the wind, and the smell of blood was calling them, so 1, those monsters lurking in the wind took action.
Bah...
The wind became stronger, as biting as the howling north wind in winter, which made people's face numb. A gambler sitting in the front row touched his numb cheek and felt some kind of liquid.
It was blood, his own blood.
The wind was originally colorless, but at this moment it turned into a light pink color. The sharp air flow separated everyone's skin and danced in the air with blood.
The Word Spirit Vampire Scythe erupted in this enclosed space. The scythe formed by the air current slashed open everyone's skin with bloodthirsty, sucking their blood greedily. Everyone wailed and stretched out their hands to block the invisible...
Blade.
But it was all in vain. Thousands of knives cut their bodies, first the skin, then the blood, then the muscles, and finally the bones. The wind became stronger and the colors became brighter.
The storm of blood swept across the entire venue, and the iron mesh originally used for protection became fragile under the blowing wind. The man in red robe standing in the center smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand, and lightly touched the iron mesh in front of him.
push.
Bang!
The iron net turned into powder in the wind, and the man in red robe smiled. He stood in his word spirit, and the red robe he was originally wearing looked like it was gradually falling apart. Word spirits always have side effects, and as a high-risk word spirit,
The vampire sickle has a side effect of attacking the host.
The red robe had been torn in the previous attack. Now he made a move and fell off, revealing the naked man inside. Countless small wounds covered the skinny body layer by layer, and large areas of tattoos pressed against his body.
Above the scar, it looks extremely hideous and terrifying.
The vampire scythes were rude to their masters. They made sounds that were difficult for ordinary people to hear and drew blood marks on the man's body. Instead, the man opened his hands and enjoyed the backlash of his words and spirit with a smile.
Accompanied by the biting wind, the man danced in the white light, stretching his limbs and displaying his body in a silent dance. This was a performance, a performance of death.
The screams of human beings are the classics of dance, the whistling wind is the notes of the soundtrack, and the piled corpses are the best scenery on the stage, but the man's dance stopped suddenly because he heard some noise.
His head tilted back, like an owl, turning his head beyond the limits of human beings. His golden eyes looked aimlessly at the corner of the auditorium, where the only noise was sitting.
Anton stood up from the darkness without any extra words, because the words had no meaning at this time. A faint golden color appeared in his eyes, and then he activated his own ability.
The wind in the air has stopped. Not only the wind, but also the flesh, blood, dust, and iron filings in the wind have stopped. A realm of words and spirits has stuck to the enemy in front of him and is turning the space around him into gel. common substance.
This is Anton's Word Spirit. This Word Spirit originally had no name, and Anton was too lazy to look up the periodic table, so he named it Abyss, which came from the rubbish online novels he read when he was learning Chinese.
Because he is very handsome, Anton quite likes him. The only problem is that the realm of speech and spirit is sometimes out of control and can easily affect him.
The Abyss turned into a cubic space, wrapping the enemy inside. The air flow inside turned into a sticky gel, and the vampire scythe rushed left and right in it, but without the wind as a medium, its power has become much smaller.
No matter how powerful a warrior is, it is impossible to cut through the air, even if it is gelatinous air.
Anton cautiously pulled out the small pistol hidden in his boot and stared at the enemy in front of him. If he fired rashly, the air around the enemy would block the bullet, so he could only take the risk of trapping the opponent and wait for the colloidal air to enter. The opponent's heart and soul will suffocate the enemy.
The man struggled feebly in the gel. The air here became more and more viscous and penetrated from his facial features to the inside. This was a competition of endurance. Will the man suffocate first or Anton can't hold on first?
The answer was no. The barking of dogs came from a distance. The hell dogs that were locked in the cage lost control and began to run out of the cage. Countless hell dogs spontaneously started a victory parade, and the first of their parades One stop is the place most familiar to these dogs:
Colosseum.
Pairs of yellow eyes were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness. These dogs, eroded by dragon's blood, ran towards the two people in the center of the field. Their big bloody mouths were full of desire for flesh and blood.
Seeing the hellhound running towards him, Anton reacted quickly. The golden color in his eyes faded, and the man fell to the ground helplessly. Anton's word spirit was very restrained towards him. If the vampire scythe is the ultimate move, then Anton's The spirit of words is the ultimate tranquility. In this battle between movement and stillness, tranquility undoubtedly wins.
The gun in Anton's hand made a loud noise, and three bullets hit the man's chest, which is the heart, the fatal weakness of a mixed race.
But as the bullet came out of the chamber, what Anton heard was not the pop of flesh, but a clanking sound like hitting steel. The sixth sense of years of fighting made Anton's hair suddenly rise, and he retreated violently. , but it's too late.
The vampire sickles chirped again, and they were even crazier than before. With just a roar, the five hellhounds were drained of their blood and turned into white bones on the ground.
The strange man stood up again. His body was gradually mutating. His spine was bulging, his teeth were sticking out of his lips, blue-black scales appeared everywhere on his body, and the whistling spirit was becoming more and more crazy.
"Damn it, stop it!" Anton activated the word spirit without hesitation. The blood-sucking scythe's rampage paused slightly, but then became even crazier. They broke through Anton's word spirit realm, and in the man's bloodthirsty Smiles surrounded Anton.
The man turned his head and bowed slightly, like a dancer taking a curtain call. Behind him was Anton's blood splattering. The man smiled and whispered: