The electric drill mercilessly gouged through the back of the goth girl's head, and the drill bit exposed to the air was like a layer of ketchup.

At this time, Liang De suddenly remembered that he hadn't told this evil maid why he wanted to kill her.

Abuse without teaching seems to be detrimental to male morality.

Liang De saw that the soul of this evil maid had not yet dissipated from her body, and immediately used a mouthful of highly concentrated innate divine power to milk her back.

The Gothic girl, who had escaped death, immediately released the vengeful evil spirit bound in the embroidery of her skirt, and eight pure black resentful ghost faces howled and pounced on Liang De, she violently ripped off the collar that Liang De was holding, and fled backwards with her hands and feet.

Mr. Liang's end-of-life education speech was held in his throat, he sighed as he looked at the black ghost that came at him, waved his hand and threw out several hollow balls that were half red and half white, and accurately hit the eight black ghost faces with resentful expressions.

As soon as the red and white orbs touched the wraiths in the air, they cracked through them, sucking in the eight black vengeful spirits that had completed their final rituals.

These orbs were armed with strange objects based on the principles of Oldman's Soul Reservoir in the Dream of the True Essence, and were specially designed to capture the spirits loaded with these vengeful spirits, so as not to accidentally destroy them in battle.

After all, they are all poor people who can't help themselves.

The poor may have something to hate, but where to find a perfect poor man?

It would be fine if the Evil Spirit Sect's blood for blood was simply because of mourning their misfortune and angering them to help the weak, but their main purpose was to gain youth and beauty through the ritual of bathing in the blood of the weak, and the revenge of destroying the door at every turn was only to enhance the power of the evil spirit.

The women who are subjected to domestic violence, the students who are bullied, the small vendors who are blackmailed, the disabled beggars who are controlled...... They are nothing more than victims of their ritual acquisition of youthful beauty and extraordinary power.

When Liang De used an electric drill to gouge through the head of the goth girl, he used the two-phase method to search her memory, and the information he obtained made him feel extremely disgusted.

I wanted to scold you first......

Abuse without teaching?

I think you can't teach it well, so abuse it.

Liang De leaned out the inner qi tentacles of his innate divine power and pulled back the evil maid who "came back to life", and the blue decoration electric drill stabilized the output operation, and the flesh and blood flew away, like a hawthorn was thrown into the wall breaker.

The delicate white skin of the wicked maid disintegrated and fell off under the high-speed turning drill, revealing an ugly, old, scarred face.

There was a roar in the air, and the artillery spell released by more than a dozen evil maids had already been chanted, and a thick black and red shelling came out of the air and shot towards Liang De.

Liang De tilted his head, let go of the black-red shelling beam that came from the front, and then threw out the Goth girl in his hand, and when he took it off, he stuffed a set of special power-enhanced steel sand bombs from the Maritime Academy into her skirt.

Like a black bowling ball, the goth girl whizzed over a dozen tables and exploded as she whirled and knocked out a dozen of her companions who were singing in the back row.

The dazzling light of the fire and the splashes of steel grit pasted the three or four evil maidens who had no time to defend and dodge into the shape of a dark chocolate wafer, crunchy and fluffy.

Liang De arranged the black tie in his left hand, and walked slowly forward with the decoration electric drill in his right hand, and the crimson evil maids in the sunglasses lifted their skirts in panic, and hundreds of screaming black ghost faces flew out of the embroidery on the skirts, forming a wall of ghost shields.

The black-red beam of artillery bombardment was avoided by Liang De and did not dissipate, but wriggled and hovered in the air like a living thing.

The black-red beam of light was like a mutated bloated roundworm, twitching and shrinking and shortening, the epidermis wrinkled into deep folds of flesh, and the corrosive viscous juice slid down in large chunks from the folds of flesh.

After a brief charge of power, the black-red bloated roundworm swooped down on Liang De at a faster speed than before.

Liang De jumped into the air to dodge the attack of the black-red bloated roundworm, and the strength of the extraordinary power was just like that, the problem was that it was too disgusting.

Today, I finally wore a formal dress and tie to pretend to be a thug gentleman, and if I was drenched in the juice of this fat worm, I would never be able to be a delicate boy again.

I, Nicholas Liangde, don't do that.

He vibrated the muscles on the surface of his body to manipulate the airflow to float in the air, thinking about his next tactic, and glanced at his partner Li Zhixian in another war zone.

I saw that the collar of her white shirt under the air captain uniform was already stained with blood, and the blood rain in the air was still dripping.

Li Zhixian grabbed the ankle of a beautiful young man in black suspenders, and smashed from one end to the other, without blinking his eyes, a pair of thick-soled military boots stepped on a footprint on the obsidian floor, and stone chips splashed.

Those slender and Zhengtai-looking evil god attendants were grabbed by Li Zhixian one by one, and the volley hammer exploded upwards, and the remaining ceiling in the basement seemed to be stained with more than a dozen pieces of durian-like mosquito blood.

She picked up the weak beautiful boy wearing black knee-length socks in her hand, and smashed the champagne tower in the center of the tea party, smashing the five-layer crystal goblet that had not yet been poured with champagne.

The head of the evil god attendant smashed the long flaming stone table covered with a white tablecloth, and the personal magic arrays used to cushion the defense were destroyed in an instant by the fierce violence, and the beautiful young man with a feminine face collapsed to the ground and breathed like a gossamer.

"I'll let you wear a copycat!"

Li Zhixian rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up to mend the knife, but he heard the half-dead weak and beautiful young man on the ground struggling and said:

"Evil menswear...... I designed it with my own hands, and I don't have a copycat ......."

Li Zhixian looked at the blood-red figure on the ground through his sunglasses, and kicked him to the ceiling, making him paste into the same shape as the previous Catholics.

"I'll let you drink such a good champagne, where does the little white face get so much money!"

The black-red bloated roundworm once again brushed shoulders with Liang De, crashing into the black ghost-faced shield wall in front of the remaining seven or eight evil god maidens, drawing more dark magic and resentment from it, and then bounced backwards and crashed into Liang De in the air.

Liang De had already used the Innate Qi Moon Style to cut off this roundworm four or five times, but a large amount of black qi would quickly emerge from the dense facial features on the Ghost Face Shield Wall every time to repair the injury of this bloated roundworm.

Good guys, it's a disgusting thing that regenerates in overdrive.

The key was to destroy the ghost-faced shield wall that continuously provided dark magic, but doing so would inevitably make the vengeful evil spirits that formed the shield wall scatter, so Liang De didn't do it for a long time.

Li Zhixian took out the heart-shaped vanity mirror case from his hunting pocket, opened it and held it high.

"Give me strength, He-Man!"

It's all said that when you transform, don't shout famous lines!

Next time you do this, I'm going to call the Transition Police!"

Li Zhixian raised her head in a pure white magic, she was wearing a magical girl's skirt and held up the axe gun, and the body of the gun lit up nine pure white magic arrays from beginning to end, and the light balls containing the terrifying shelling converged at the front of the axe gun.

She pointed straight ahead with her axe-lance magic guide, and the target of the bombardment was the ghost-faced shield wall that stood in front of the Evil God's maiden.

Li Zhixian, the first class air lieutenant of the Evil Disaster Bureau, has never been a soft-hearted woman.

The ghost face of the vengeful evil spirit incarnate trembled under the pressure of the massive magical power.

It may not have been a necessary sacrifice, but her eyes did not waver in the slightest.

Evil Gods and Magical Disaster Management Bureau Magical Girl Force Combat Discipline Article 7:

Under no circumstances will any hostage threats be accepted.

The pure white ball of light at the tip of the chestnut axe gun was getting brighter and brighter, as if something extremely dazzling was about to break out of the light ball.

Liang De stood between the bombardment magic that was about to be launched and the vengeful evil.

He turned his back to Li Zhixian and lit a mint cigarette in his lungs.

"You wait a minute, let me try."