If someone takes a cursory look at Skittles' expression at this time, they will find something very interesting.

Her expression, from anticipation, to excitement, to ecstasy, and then to despair.

Utter despair.

Her five arrows were firmly stuck in his body.

Like five "soul locking nails," its soul is held in the hands of the god of death.

But Skiskill put down his bow and arrow, covered his eyes, and began to cry bitterly.

If she could do it again, she would rather never shoot these five arrows, never.

It is even said that it may be she who caused the evil results because of arrogance and arrogance.

At the moment of shooting these five arrows, she completely lost the basic qualities that an archer should have:

"Precision."

"Sensitivity."

"The degree of control over the situation."

"And, never hurt your teammates."

The one who was pierced by five arrows on the sedan chair was not the Demon Heavenly Emperor, but...

A scholar of the Holy Hand who is already dying.

As for now, after being hit by Skittcandy's five arrows, he suddenly broke off his vitality when he was quietly losing signs of life.

The Holy Hand Scholar was humiliated at the hands of the demons.

Death and Terran arrows.

One of the arrows hit him steadily in the heart, completely announcing the end of his life.

Before Skittcandy's psychological defenses collapsed, the Holy Hand Scholar's expression was fiercely imprinted in her mind.

As long as you really stand in front of the god of death and take the hand of the god of death, you can have an expression.

The extreme desire for life is like a withered flower, disappearing into the world.

The only spectacle to be praised is the funeral flower after the blood bursts from its body.

Finally, Skittles completely collapsed, and the figure of the Holy Hand Scholar disappeared in front of the Demon Heavenly Emperor, and the unscathed Demon Heavenly Emperor showed his true face again.

"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful. The cannibalism between the human race is the best drama in the world!!! ”

It turned out that when he opened his arms, he had actually planned a wonderful performance.

Just when the Skittles were bound to be obtained and the psychological expectations reached the highest value, the Demon Heavenly Emperor pulled the captive Holy Hand Scholar in front of him, and almost effortlessly, destroyed the two people.

One is a scholar of the Holy Hand who lost his life.

One is the Skittles that have completely lost their combat power.

"Hahaha, no, I can't help it, it's so exciting!"

The Demon Heavenly Emperor clutched his stomach and couldn't stand up straight with a smile.

His laughter was like the voice of a demon that reached everyone's ears, slowly destroying their willpower.

The Holy Hand Book is dead and dead, the Skittles are defeated, what else do you humans have!

Worthless self-confidence?

Seemingly useful solidarity?

Wrong.

Your beliefs are not gathered together, but in one person.

This man is your hero; But at the same time, this person is also your weakness.

As long as this person is defeated, the hidden bonds inside will be completely broken, like a broken rein, out of control.

At the same time, because of the unique weakness of the human race - empathy. If one loses faith, it will be like a plague, one, two, four, eight...

Humanity will despair because of what it is proud of.

and be destroyed by it.

Obviously, the Demon Heavenly Emperor is not the kind of gentleman he imagined, but a young master of the Demon Clan who has a very clear idea.

The successor of the entire demon race in the future.

At the same time, he is also the one who knows the most about human weaknesses.

With the desperation of Skittles, the entire Terran team fell into an atmosphere of same despair, and the morale had dropped to the lowest point.

The demon people who could deal with it by one person need two people.

Originally, the demon people who could be killed by two people were killed by them.

Humanity has been defeated.

Although there are some people who are still resisting, it will not last long. It is only a matter of time before more than 10,000 people are swallowed.

The Demon Heavenly Emperor was obviously not in the slightest hurry to carry out such work, on the contrary, he enjoyed such a process extremely much.

The appearance of every human race who died was deliberately remembered by him.

"Yes, that's it! Hate me! Hate me! The more you hate me, the happier I will be! ”

The Demon Heavenly Emperor has fallen into madness.

As soon as he tastes blood, he falls into this state.

Although he looks like a madman, his brain is extremely sane. Rational to the point that he only wants to kill, only to kill fiercely.

What ethics and morality, what vassal elegance, this is not the tradition of the demon race, nor is it his habit as a young master.

As long as you are happy, the world is a beautiful place.

If you feel bad, the whole world will bury you.

In the midst of the laughter of the Demon Heavenly Emperor, the human race has been almost completely defeated.

You can kill one, kill two. If it's three, four, five, can you beat it?

After nearly an hour of hard work, the Terran army discovered a fact that they couldn't believe at all.

The demon army can't be killed at all, it can't be killed, it's even more excessive than cockroaches.

Look at their numbers.

Ten thousand...

Nine thousand...

Eight thousand...

Seven thousand...

Until now, there may be less than 5,000 left still resisting. Of course, it can only be stubborn resistance. For the rest, nothing can be done.

Because Skittles, who are considered the strongest combat power among them, are still in a state of confusion and can't extricate themselves.

"Oh no, I can't hold it anymore, why don't we run away?"

"yes, if we run away, we won't die, right? As long as I don't die, it's fine, I'm most afraid of pain! ”

"The ancients said that if you stay in the green mountains, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood... Run! ”

As soon as these words came out, many people laid down their weapons and prepared to flee. However, before they could run far, several bloody hands pierced their bodies, and their bodies were torn apart, which was extremely terrifying.

"TMD, don't run away, keep insisting!"

"Oxygen lemon is coming, hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, and she'll be there."

"For the prosperity of the human race, for the future of Heavenly Fantasy City!"

Some fought bloodily, even though their bodies were already covered with the blood of the demon people.

At this time, they seem to be completely out of the game, but fighting on the real battlefield themselves.

"Kill, the more you kill, the happier I am!"

The Demon Emperor laughed wildly, kicked lightly, and fell off the sedan chair, walking towards the Skittles step by step.

It may seem like an understatement, but every step is majestic and powerful. As long as someone stands in front of him, whether it is a demon or a human race, they will be destroyed by him with one hand.

In the face of killing, where there is no racial distinction.

In this way, he stepped on the blood of the two races, and walked slowly to the Skittles that were paralyzed on the ground, and there was not a drop of blood on his body.

He slowly reached out and grabbed Skittles' head and lifted it up.