The female voice said, "Information is missing, information about the sleeping person is no longer available. ”

Lamia said, "Then he is a danger, please help us eliminate him." ”

The female voice said, "He has been granted permission to enter, and even if he is not identified now, we will not attack this person." ”

This is an undisguised double standard, why do I have to be shot?

As if to say something to Lamia, she nodded and led us into a surveillance room where the footage was still intact.

Lamia said: "Retrieve the video of the sleeper. ”

The female voice carried out the operation very happily, and hundreds of videos were presented in front of Lamia, most of which must have been lost, but the first video was all there, and if the sleeper had been sleeping since then, the second half was dispensable.

Lamia clicked on a video of a group of men in hazmat suits walking across a steel bridge to a bomb shelter, where they removed their suits and seemed to be too hot to stand.

One was richly dressed, others were all well-suited, and there were about thirty soldiers.

I recognized the man in the fancy suit, who Longinus had seen in the last century, and said, "It turns out that the former crown prince of England has fled here?" ”

Lamia quickly clicked on the next paragraph, and the crown prince underwent a drastic change, his skin was as blue as that of a dead man, and he coughed often, but his body was stronger, because his clothes became tight. The rest of the people were sluggish, some were hesitant to kill the crown prince, others were opposed, and the two sides were tense.

I said, "It's ghoulization." ”

"They thought they weren't infected, so they fled here, but it was too late," Lamia said. ”

Rana said: "It is transmitted through blood, why did the crown prince get it? ”

I said, "There is only one possibility, the crown prince was once near Moci's laboratory, eroded by Moci's blood mist. ”

Rana sighed.

Lamia sped up, and we witnessed the crown prince and others mutate little by little, killing the unmutants, and the unmutants became the new ghouls, and then, they became aimless and wandering around, and the defenses here coexisted peacefully with them, and they were safe, what kind of AI is this?

I pointed to a video and said, "Look at this one, the thumbnail seems to have changed. ”

Lamia clicked on the video, and the image shook violently, and the ghouls fell to the ground, and I said, "It was a nuclear bomb that bombed the ground, and this is the strongest nuclear bomb ever." ”

The ghouls lay still, their skin burned out, and the radiation penetrated deep underground.

"They've been asleep ever since," said Mir, "so we'll have to deal with a whole bunch of ghouls." ”

This is not necessarily new.

Lamia shouted, "Wait! ”

Before the video was over, there was a sudden wave again, and I saw the crown prince stand up, his physique swelling again, growing sharp horns and claws, and in a few moments, he had become a red flame demon. All of his entourage also became termite demons.

We were all dumbfounded.

Mandarogo said, "Ghouls.... Turned into a demon? Is there such a thing? ”

There's no doubt that the world's flooded demons are human-turned, but this is the first time I've learned that ghouls can be hosts to demonic souls.

By analogy, all of London's demons are made of ghouls, and the strange decay on their bodies is not caused by the Aether, but by their ghoul origins.

I never thought there would be such a thing, the wonder of the human soul is its infinite possibilities, and this is what is most frightening about it.

Lamia retrieved the surveillance footage, and the demons seemed to know that we were here, and were walking towards us, but they were still far from us.

Elrez said, "There are many dreams in the night, you need to kill them as soon as possible, they are demons after all." ”

I sighed, "Let me do it." ”

Elrez and Mandarogo said: "Let's shoot together, and we will be able to settle the fight very quickly. ”

I said indifferently, "No, I'm enough for myself." ”

The two angels did not persuade me again, they knew my strength.

But Queen Rana didn't know much, she may have heard of me, knew that I was better than the rest of the people here, but she had never seen me slaughter in all directions.

That's why she wasn't very respectful to me before, far less respectful than she was to Lamia, and even inadvertently teased me like those ignorant women.

I was about to go on a killing spree under the surveillance, and with the corpses of these demons she would be convinced of my strength and reliability, and only then might she weep with me when she left London, and of course, with a hunter who would follow her.

My sword trembled with excitement, and it was already hungry and thirsty.

I'll make you drink blood, Mjonir, and of course you, my impatient spear spear, two naughty children, do you feel my murderous intent, and are you jumping and cheering.

I walked under a camera and smiled back, but the smile was cold.

Yes, I am about to make a bloody storm, I am about to imprint the heroic posture of my slaughter on the hearts of each of them, I am about to make them feel the grace of my swordsmanship, the wonder of my sword, and of course, they will also be intoxicated and frightened, this feeling is so subtle and complex. When they witnessed this battle, they will sigh from the bottom of their hearts—my sword is the light that pierces their long night sky.

Those demons are naturally dead, and a sword is refined into eternal withering, there is no way to do it, they are destined to be just insignificant cannon fodder in my brilliant battle.

Is it pathetic? Lamentable. But who made me the Devil's Pain Longinus? I have no mercy for the devil.

I walked down the pitch-black staircase, letting the two blades spin in my hands, the light like a white moon wheel, like the blue sea of ice, dancing in the darkness, waiting.

The demons appeared as expected, the white demons in front and the red demons behind, their bodies rotting, a symbol of the double tribulation they had experienced. From the unfortunate degeneration of man into ghoul, and from ghoul to cruel demon, how I sympathize with you, but...

Demons are not worthy of sympathy.

They are about to die, and this fate has been written and sealed.

I, the Black Cascoin Sword Saint Longinus, will compose and play for you a mournful requiem, and the sound of my sword will mingle with your wailing, the dance of the dead, and how gorgeous and sad it will be.

Undoubtedly beautiful.

My Longinus's sword is undoubtedly beautiful, but is it not appropriate to describe the weapon of murder as beautiful? No, no, wrong, everything will have a beautiful form, and my sword is especially so, it will be a beautiful sight to behold, like....

Wine.

Yes, fine wine.

Only wine can enchant people, and so can my sword.

My sword is like the wine of the god Pan, it will make the witnesses fascinated and dreamlike, Ranna, Mir, Kimpoli, please do not fall in love with my sword, and further fall in love with my man, my sword, not to win the heart of a beauty, but for a luxurious victory, and unsheathed.

I gazed emotionally at the sword in my hand.

I saw a red fist the size of a water tank hit me.

I flipped several times in the air and fell into the mud, why? Why is there sludge in this confined underground facility? Why do I prefer to leave my face in the mud?

I heard an exclamation from the earphones, and Lamia shouted, "What are you nervous about?" Can't avoid this? ”

I wiped my face, and it was mud and blood.

The crown prince erected his three-meter-tall physique and threw another punch at me.

It's game over.

I ended the life of the last orthodox crown prince with a single sword, stabbing through his chest, slicing upwards through muscles, slicing bones and splitting its head.

Blood rains down.

I raised my head and let the poignant blood-colored droplets wash my body, this ancient bloodline, this sanctuary of calamity, this cold field, this blurred blood, it was really beautiful and picturesque.

Three white demons lunged at me at the same time, and with a flash of lightning in my right hand, they broke into several pieces.

Demon? No, not demons.

Farewell, fallen angels.

In an instant, my sword changed into an ever-expanding ball of light, piercing the sword light, undulating and continuous, and the demon was shattered and shattered in front of this brilliant and cruel sword technique.

They died painlessly, cleanly, and I didn't hear the wail, perhaps the sound of my sword drowned out the wail. I didn't feel the pleasure of killing, maybe I was writing poetry, so there was silence in my heart.

It's all in my hands.

I stepped on another pile of mud, slipped and stumbled, and broke an iron plate in one fell sitting.

I heard my own desolate cry of killing a fish.

Lamia shouted, "Hide! Behind! Hide! ”

The devil's claws fell on me, and my hand was on the ground, slashing the demons, very easily, very softly, perfectly perfect, delicate and flawless. This is my supreme swordsmanship, which can make it fierce and unparalleled, or it can be euphemistic and pleasing to the eye, and the same power is infinite.

I was scratched a few times by the demon in the back, and I was so angry that I said, "What a bastard! ”

Suddenly, I saw something that scared my heart, the white demon holding a metal ball in his hand, which looked like the ammunition of a nuclear level launcher!

It threw the ammunition at me like a stone, and I scurried around with my head in my hands, and with a few clicks, the thing hit the ground and didn't explode.

I just remembered that only a launcher could detonate this.

I was furious, raised my sword with both hands and attacked, one sword cut the left demon into pulp, and another sword burned the right demon into charcoal, and then, I walked like a tiger, like a frightening Hong, rushed into the demon array, the long sword flew vertically and horizontally, a downpour of sword rain, killing the iron waterfall!

Fifteen minutes later, the demon was gone, and I stood alone among the corpses on the ground.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

It's a good mood.

What a good swordsman.

Although there were twists and turns in the process, in the end, I still presented the picture with transcendent beauty to the women who used to ridicule me and despise me.

They must have been intoxicated.

The feeling of slapping the face, 1GB.

Ranna's voice came through the headphones.

She said, "Mr. Longinus is so powerful, he looks like a domineering crab when he draws his sword." ”

My heart sank.

Kimpoli: "It's not a good analogy, I think it's like... Like..."

I rekindled hope and listened eagerly.

"Like a lively gorilla."

I glared at the nearest monitor.

Mir: "No, you're so rude, how can you say that?" I think he's like a cute dog, shaking his head, so funny! ”

I slashed the monitor to pieces with a single sword.