The woman fell to the ground and screamed as she covered her wounds, Marceau kicked the woman's neck and broke her neck, and the screams finally came to an end, for women who were willing to sell their souls to monsters in the game, Marceau never minded spicy hands - always have to pay it back when you come out to mix, and you want to be a thief, and you want to be a hero, where is such a good thing. Pulling out the short sword, Marceau turned a blind eye to the money bags scattered on the table and on the ground, the cat cubs did not kill for money, but because they were in different camps, the cat cubs represented innocent living people who wanted to live, and these players had positioned themselves as lackeys of the evil gods, in this case, they would not complain that the cat cubs killed them, and everyone who wanted to come to the live broadcast should also understand Marceau's bottom line of doing things.

The players below heard the screams coming from upstairs, and in the dilemma of losing the gate and the unknown situation, they finally split up and rushed up, but the first guy to come up was a mage, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw his teammates lying in a pool of blood: "They're dead! There's no one in the room!", and then the second guy, a guy in heavy armor, rushed into the room with a shield half-raised: "What's the matter!!", and then a pickaxe fell from the sky and was nailed directly into his chest with a leather cuirass- The leather armor has a little damage reduction effect in the face of slashing and crushing, but there is not much way to deal with piercing damage, and because it is the damage of the holy weapon, he immediately fell to the ground, because Marceau let go of his hand, he wanted to grab the pickaxe and pull it out, but as soon as he grabbed the pickaxe, he was 'burned' by the divine effect above, and the holy weapon made him start to scream in pain in the next second.

At this time, Marceau had already pulled the dagger from his waist with his right hand, and at the same time rushed towards the mage, and the musket raised in his right hand pulled the trigger on the living corpse who did not know whether to advance or retreat for a while. The mage immediately paid the price for his indecision, the bullet pierced its left knee, and the unlucky man who had lost his focus fell to the ground, raising his hand to block the dagger that stabbed him in the neck, forgetting that he was a living corpse and did not have to fear the attack of the tabula rasa...... Well, maybe it was the mountaineering pickaxe with its own divine weapon effect that gave him too much impact. Marceau restrained himself, and the musket in his right hand stabbed it in the left eye - it was still an attack that meant more than harm, and the guy had never had a chance to feel the pleasure of the iron barrel stabbing into his eye socket, so he screamed and covered his eyes and fell, and the next second Marceau drew his dagger and nailed it to the ground.

Getting up, Marceau turned his head, the guy who had been knocked to the ground by the pickaxe was already dead at this time, and the damage caused by the divine weapon and the pain that the weapon continued to cause in his body was the cause of his eventual death.

Pulling the pickaxe from the corpse, Marceau heard a strange noise...... No. It wasn't the sound of footsteps on the other side of the stairs, and after a second, Marceau turned and ran to the window, crashing it open the next second.

At the moment of landing, Marceau saw the huge and impulsive figure in the distance of the street.

The Great Demon of Nurgle, the Great Impure, the One with pus from the soles of his feet in the truest sense of the word, seems to have noticed Marceau. The guy grinned, "Don't run, kitten, come to Daddy." ”

you, Dad, Marceau gave the guy a middle finger. Then he turned around and ran, and at the same time popped out his claws and went up to the roof - the street here was a little wider, and Marceau was not afraid of speed compared to the Negro filial son of the level of the Great Impurity, but these guys hardly had any idea of physical limits, because they were also an extension of the dead.

With Marceau's temper, it would be better to be able to get as far away as possible from this walking natural disaster. But this guy's words made the kitten cub finally stop.

"What's running, Marceau, I'm your father, I'm Ella. The heartfelt call brought the somewhat unfamiliar and somewhat familiar name into Marceau's ears, and Marceau stopped. Turning his head to look at the huge figure, Marceau couldn't believe it, but how did this guy know...... Own father's name?

Marceau really didn't know what his father's name was, when he used to live with his mother, he did hear his mother call out the names 'Ella' and 'Gana' in her dreams, and today hearing this father who called himself Ella made Marceau have to turn around.

And the Great Impure also stopped, and in the distance, Marceau and the Great Impure looked at each other, and the kitten shook his head: "You are not my father. ”

"I am your father, boy. Then the Great Impure opened its mouth, and a skinless flesh-and-blood figure emerged from its mouth, and it stood up, and then jumped to the roof, and walked slowly but very firmly towards Marceau: "My child, after a long time between subjectivity and objectivity, I have finally seen you again. ”

“…… You're just a wretched creature controlled by evil, and I don't have a father like you. Marceau wasn't sure if this guy was his father's character account, but he was able to tell the ...... Could it be that this guy had fought with his father and mother before, and he got some fragments of his father's tissue?

Nurgle's filial sons are not as scheming as Tzeentch, but it is clear that they don't hate using their brains either.

"But in blood, I am your father, and you are my child. It said this, pointing to the dagger and scabbard behind Marceau: "Ah, I recognize it, this thing was given to me by your mother before, and now it is in your hands." ”

Recognizing this weapon made Marceau shake a little - the natives, since they are these extraterrestrial guys, are not the kind of players who can tell the ins and outs of it at a glance at the equipment.

But the kitten still doesn't think this is his father, because although the mother is a strange woman with a unique taste, it is obviously not the kind of guy with a heavy taste, and the cute boy is his prey, this kind of monster without skin?

"I still remember that your mother had you, and I gave you the name because I always pronounced Mars as 'Marceau...... Of course, you don't know the truth from your mother?" The skinless monster said as he approached Marceau, and the kitten felt as if he was really wavering, because although Marceau couldn't tell if it was true or not, what this guy said was ...... It sounds surprisingly credible.

Just when Marceau didn't know what to do with the mass of flesh, a light fell, and the flesh burned in the holy light, and the kitten looked up at the sky.

It seems that someone helped Marceau choose it for him. (To be continued.) )