"Is this it?"

Wang Mang looked at a church in the distance, which was the end of his tracking of the scent.

His aura has been condensed to an extreme, and the floating skateboard has long been placed in a hidden place, and the whole person is completely invisible, and he even tries his best not to make any movement when he breathes.

This time the enemy is too strong, and he must always be vigilant.

"There are no guards around, the visible buildings are far away from each other, and there is hardly a zombie to be seen... Wang Mang silently observed the environment, "If it is usually said, this is almost an excellent environment for assassination. ”

But Wang Mang was not in a hurry to make any action.

Observation comes first.

A good killer must know how to observe.

And Wang Mang understands that more observation is needed in the face of such a powerful enemy.

The night passed quickly.

To Wang Mang's surprise, there was no movement at all in that church.

The only thing he could observe was the candlelight of the multicolored glass at night, which was constantly bright and dark.

In the middle of the night, the church glows with faint candlelight, and it looks lonely in the somewhat silent and desolate wilderness.

"I don't have much time, and if I keep going like this, I'm afraid I'll have to attack head-on."

For a killer, a frontal attack is tantamount to a means of suicide, which is equivalent to giving up all favorable conditions and taking the initiative to die.

Especially when facing an opponent with such a disparity in strength.

Wang Mang is not afraid of death, he is only afraid that his death will be worthless.

"Wait."

On that tree, Wang Mang's body posture has not changed at all.

A few hours later, it was completely dawn.

A bird flew to the roof of the church.

Post-apocalyptic animals have become very rare, and the only thing you can see is birds.

This is a beautiful white pigeon, and Wang Mang can't help but look at it twice.

But in an instant, everything happened in an instant.

A black figure with huge wings on his back appeared on the roof of the church, and in his palm, which did not look like a human at all, it was the white dove.

"Is that your target?"

Wang Mang's eyes were nailed to the demon, watching him stuff the live pigeon into his mouth and chew it one bite at a time.

The demon ate the dove and disappeared in an instant.

It was extremely fast, far beyond the limit of what Wang Mang could observe.

Wang Mang also determined the whereabouts of the demons through smells, not eyes.

The demon is back in the church.

"He's very perceptive, and at least he can see everything in the whole church."

After all, how much sound does a pigeon make when it flapps its wings and lands?

"He's faster than you can ever imagine." Wang Mang recalled what he had just seen, and every detail he observed in this situation was crucial, "His whole body was covered with black armor, and his appearance was very similar to Zhao Linfei's black claws, and the hardness was probably far more than that." ”

Wang Mang came to a conclusion:

"In general, this is an enemy that I absolutely cannot defeat head-on."

"It's very likely that even if he stood there and let me attack casually, I wouldn't be able to break through his black armor defenses."

"After all, the gap between the third order and the sixth order is too big."

After thinking about this, Wang Mang still maintained his posture and continued his observation.

Because he knows that he still has a chance to fight, and this confidence comes from one of his abilities.

Maybe the chances of him succeeding in using that ability are slim, and maybe even if he did, it would be meaningless.

But Wang Mang didn't care, even a slight chance was worth his all.

Now he just needs to wait for an opportunity.

This kind of waiting is very long and torturous, but the last thing Wang Mang lacks is patience.

Finally, at a certain moment, Wang Mang suddenly heard the sound of the church door being rudely slammed open.

Wang Mang, who was always vigilant, had always maintained a state of full ability, although he didn't see the demon at all, but in his sight, the demon's scent had drawn an obvious trajectory.

This trajectory is towards the western sky.

"Here's your chance!"

Wang Mang, who was in a state of invisibility, finally left this position for more than ten hours for the first time.

Even when there was no one around, he maintained the highest degree of seclusion, and the pads of flesh on his feet kept him walking without making a sound.

。。。。。。

Most of the time, hatred, madness, bloodthirsty thoughts completely occupy the demon's mind.

This made him never have a trace of peace in his heart.

In fact, it is also a great pain.

His mind is forever in a state of contradiction, struggle, separation, and endlessly experiencing this cycle.

Like a hamster running in a roller, it keeps running, but it doesn't know why it's running.

There wasn't even a crack in his mind to think about why.

But today, there is finally a force.

Like a hammer cracking open a hard shell, the power chiseled a crack in the demon's mind.

This gap allowed something to finally have a chance to appear, and that was who he was.

When he woke up, he found himself clutching a headless corpse.

The corpse's blood was hot, and his own mouth was covered with hot blood.

His hand was black claws, and the sharp claw tips pierced into the corpse's body, but strangely, no blood flowed from the wound.

He could feel what he had just eaten in his stomach being digested by him at a rapid pace.

It took almost a split second for those things to turn into energy, join the circulation in his body, and become a part of his body.

Nausea, he just felt incredibly nauseous.

"Gross... Vomit... Vomit!! "He just wanted to vomit out everything he had eaten, and he retched like crazy, but he couldn't vomit anything.

What the hell did I do?!

He saw a pair of black claws that did not resemble human hands at all.

He fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands, but just like that, he just touched the black nail that covered his face.

What is this?

He saw a pool of blood, reflecting on it.

He hurriedly crawled over, and finally saw his face in the pool of blood, and a pair of huge fleshy wings behind him.

Is this me?

His frightened eyes began to look around, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a man leaning against a wall.

The man's eyes bulged out, and bloodshot around the pupil seemed to pull the eyeball back from the outside.

Those eyes stared at him deadly.

It is not difficult to see that the man is dead.

But there was not a single wound on the man's body, and the man was scared to death!

He looked around, and only then did he see the countless corpses and blood around him.

"No... No... No!!! ”

"It's not my !!"

"These are not !! I made"

His consciousness sank into endless ruin again.

The demon opened his eyes.

"Hmph, coward."