There are things that are not meant to be touched by ants on the ground, and likewise not by those who still have the heart of an 'ant'.

It is not inconceivable that you have too high level of power but don't know it, and one day you will lose your mind.

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"You...... What the hell is a monster......"

The fear of death had enveloped the man, his lips trembling, his hands and feet trembling, and there was not a single part of his limbs that was not trembling.

In just a short blue sky, he, Klaus, became a lost dog before he could sit on his hot ass in the highest position of power in the Umbrella Division.

No, the lost dog can at least get a chance to survive, and he has no chance to live.

"Da!"

The demon's figure was so tall in front of his eyes, black shadows obscuring the starry sky behind him, and he stopped when he took this step.

"Click......"

The victim of demonic execution stopped struggling and trembling, and it seemed that even though the right hand inserted into his chest had blocked the wound, it was already his limit to be able to hold on to this point.

His eyes began to white, and even Klaus, who couldn't see the victim's face, was enough to peek out of the victim's twitching legs.

"Smack!"

Throwing aside the victim who had lost all his livelihood like garbage, the sand was like a gentle mother embracing the poor man who had suffered too much, and alleviating the pain he suffered when he landed with the last love.

Even before he hit the ground, he should have been exhausted.

The corpse lay motionless on its back on the ground, and from Klaus's point of view he could see the great hole in the heart—the terrible devil had crushed the poor man's heart through body armor!

I don't know where the courage came from, Klaus, who already knew that he was going to die, threw the last weapon in his hand to the demon, a gun without bullets, and then took advantage of the gap to take advantage of the dagger on his body and wiped it directly on his neck.

"If I had to die, I'd rather kill myself!"

In his desperation, Klaus's hand was faster than any other knife in his life, only this time his weapon was aimed at himself.

But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't get this demon in front of him.

A hand grasped his right hand holding the dagger, just before he felt the edge of relief in his neck.

"Click!"

The hand that held his wrist was so strong that his wrist bone was broken.

No, it's not something that can be done with the power of light!

Klaus, who was about to reach the end of his life, seemed to be spinning dozens of times faster than usual, and at such a speed, he ignored the pain coming from the injury for a while.

As if it was an illusion of returning to the light, his senses were greatly enhanced, and he could feel a chill spreading from the wound.

A chill that goes straight to people's hearts!

"Uhh......hh

The same fate that had fallen to Klaus as the victim who had died in front of him, only unexpectedly, the hand that had pierced his chest did not cause much pain in his senses.

He only felt cold.

Pierced into the bone marrow of the cold.

It was as if a poisonous snake had invaded his body, frantically drawing heat from his dying shell.

"Shhh...... Hiss ......"

He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he found that the voice he made was like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

He wanted to struggle, to attack the demon in front of him with his legs that hadn't left the ground, but the instructions from his brain seemed to be unable to reach his limbs.

He couldn't move anymore.

The only thing he could do was to look at the blood-red demon in front of him, and curse the flames of hell in the most vicious words in his heart to devour the devil in front of him.

In the end, maybe five or six seconds, or ten or so seconds, Klaus's last consciousness and body temperature were swallowed up by the cold. And the demon who had taken it all had abandoned him as if he had been any previous victim.

The starlight in the sky was too far away from the land, and their brilliance did not pity the blood-stained sand.

"Roar~!"

The blood stained on his right hand was dripping little by little, and Mo Xie raised his head and howled, his blood-red eyes full of violence.

Suddenly, the blood-stained demon turned around, and he was facing the slope.

There was still some fresh blood imprisoned in the flesh.

He's going to take a step.

"Enough!"

Although he had been unable to stop this body's rampage, Mo Ye already had some eyebrows about this body, or why the sword qi in his body was out of control.

The sword qi was thirsty for blood.

The sword qi that ran through every part of this body conveyed only one meaning.

They're 'hungry'.

No, I think I'm very hungry.

This part of the rage had already been seen when Mo Xie first came into contact with them, and it was only when it really erupted that Mo Xie could be regarded as having a glimpse of its full picture.

This sword qi was like an evil dragon with teeth and claws entrenched in Mo Xie's body, and it was so hungry that it couldn't swallow everything in this world to fill itself.

Although it was not clear why this sword qi was emotional and desired, Mo Xie knew that this was not the time to investigate the reason.

He must find a way to stop the sword qi from continuing to rampage and take back control of his body from the sword qi's hands.

"Holy Scriptures! Repair the whole body! Expel all negative states!"

In the case of not knowing what the reason is, Mo Xie has only one choice - let the "Holy Scripture" kill him.

"A thousand points. ”

The voice of the profiteer sounded lazily in Mo Ye's mind, as if he had watched a play for a long time, and there was a hint of ridicule in his voice.

"Deal!"

This is not the time to save money, Mo Xie agreed to be very happy.

The deal was reached in an instant, and the "Holy Scripture" that received the money was not a little efficient, but in an instant, a pillar of light that no one could see except Mo Ye enveloped the rampaging body.

The soft light was like the moon that was absent tonight, this light surrounded Mo Ye, and the slightest light soaked into Mo Ye's body like a stream of water, and they gently soothed this violence.

The blood in his eyes faded, the tense muscles relaxed, and the sword qi that filled every part of this body returned to the dantian like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

"Hoo ......"

The repair was completed in an instant, and by the time the moon-white pillar of light dissipated, Mo Ye had already returned to normal.

"What's going on?"

Stretching out his right hand that had taken the lives of dozens of people, he was in front of him, and Mo Ye looked at this murderous weapon that had been transformed by Qilin blood into invulnerability with complicated eyes.

"Gone mad...... You can understand it this way. The Holy Book gave a plausible explanation, but Mo Ye heard its tone of concealment.