The Fallen looked at each other, and chose to cooperate with each other and slowly retreated, cautiously observing Helibel's every move, the muscles up and down their bodies were tense, not to resist, but to be the first to escape when Helibel attacked them, saving their lives.

It's no wonder that they are cowardly, we must understand one thing, for them who want to defect to the demon god because of the depraved ritual that their brains pumped on themselves at the beginning, and they have the right to speak with a big fist, and why the person who is the leader is the leader is precisely because it is the strongest and knocks everyone else down with its fists.

But the strongest was dropped in seconds, and he was pinched to death without the power to resist.

Looking at the white porcelain domino on Helibel's neck, which represents the lowest-level adventurer level 10 rookie adventurer, a sense of absurdity arises spontaneously, fuck your mother, you tell the master that he is the lowest-level adventurer of white porcelain, and even a silver-level adventurer can't kill the boss so easily, okay?

This Nima is a level 2 gold adventurer or a level 1 platinum level adventurer, here to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger and play them like a monkey!

Anyway, even if they were killed now, they wouldn't believe that Helibel's strength level would have anything to do with the level 10 white porcelain domino she wore around her neck.

The lowest-level adventurers of the Nimana family's white porcelain dominoes are so ferocious, and their own family knows their own affairs, they absolutely dare not say that they are invincible, that they cannot be defeated by others, but it is one thing to be defeated by others, and it is another thing to be easily pinched to death by being trampled to death like ants.

Helibel looked around with interest at the Fallen who were holding on without a panicked look, and the expressions on their faces were unusually cold, as if Helibel had defeated not the strongest of them, but only an insignificant pawn.

"Yes, we were able to defeat the weakest of us so easily." One of the fallen suddenly let out a grim smile and licked his lips, his face full of unbridled hideousness.

If it weren't for the fact that Helibel could hear their voices with a domineering voice, maybe she would have been frightened by their pretense, but since she has this ability, then she is embarrassed, she gives the Fallen a 10 for their performance, no matter how much it pretends to be a monkey show or a monkey show.

What's more, she has also learned micro-expressions, the fear that inadvertently appears in the corners of her eyes, and their uncontrollable seemingly normal provocative actions, one by one, involuntarily moving behind others.

This all shows that they are simply slapping their swollen faces and making fat people, pretending that they are actually very mouthful, hoping to scare Helibel and they can save their lives and run away.

Helibel frowned, revealing a look that seemed to be difficult, "In this case, your strength is not comparable to him at all!" ”

"That's right! That's right! ”

Even so, the Fallen also clearly sensed that something was wrong, because Helibel seemed to be embarrassed by what he said, but how fake that expression was, it was as if he had seen through their true details.

Helibel smiled indifferently, "Me! Sure enough, I still don't like the feeling of pretending to be myself. ”

She gave up, gave up her intention to disguise herself, to play with the ideas of the degenerate, to give them hope and then to despair.

She gave up on the idea, "I hate trouble, so many times I prefer to sit and watch the disgusting monkeys go to their own death, thinking that they can escape, but death follows and comes unexpectedly." ”

"You know what? Those who rely on their own strength to ravage the weak, in the face of stronger forces, their desperate faces and voices are really interesting, really very pleasant. ”

Helibel moved, the terrifying speed was beyond the imagination of the Fallen, they tried to fight back, but it was useless, because Heribel's speed had exceeded their nervous reaction speed, and Helibel had already killed them before their brains could react.

At this moment, the only thing they can rely on is their physical instincts, but physical instincts are the icing on the cake, but if you want it to save the lives of the flesh in danger, it is purely difficult for the strong.

Instinct! Instinct! To put it bluntly, it is muscle memory, an instinctive reaction when feeling the danger coming, but it is just an instinctive reaction, how can it be possible to resist Heribel's swift and windy raid, the consciousness is not able to react, it all relies on instinctive reaction to block the enemy's attack, and even made a successful counterattack, which is a typical example of the extreme mismatch between the flesh and consciousness, is there no similar strange in the real world, after all, there is a creature like a traverser in this world.

Wearing it on a certain big master, relying on the instinctive reaction of muscle memory to defeat the instinct can pinch the trash fish to death as long as you get close, there is no problem at all.

Tut-tut!

Helibel is much stronger than these degenerates, so their instinctive reaction is still a fart in front of Heribel.

After a short period of time, all these degenerates were easily killed by Helibel, and they probably regretted it when the rancid blood spurted out!

Regretting that they would have chosen to become a bandit in the first place, regretting that they would have wanted to hold a depravity ritual and choose to join the demon god, people are about to die, and the desire to live will always make them reflect.

Or it's possible to be obsessed with thinking that you should have been more vigilant and not fall into such a fate, but it doesn't matter, who cares about the mental activity of a dead person.

After Helibel looked at him, the old man who was still calm sat on the ground, and there were obvious wet marks in the center of his legs, and his legs were shaking.

Now he can understand why his dead father washed his hands and chose to quit the bandit business, and warned them that they were absolutely not allowed to join the bandits.

How can you walk by the river without getting your feet wet, and you will eventually bump into a ghost when you walk too much at night, and God knows when you will hit a steel plate that looks like a plastic is actually a special alloy steel, and you will have to give your life out.

The faceless old man who pulled the cart knelt down with a plop, knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and said: "This adventurer, thank you for saving me, those shameless villains kidnapped my family and threatened me to do things for them, and finally I can do things without conscience." ”