PS：…… Still alive............

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Chapter 55

Time is disturbed in the slaughter, a moment is like an eternity, and the senses are gradually diminished until silence. The survivors who had raised their butcher knives countless times finally felt the feeling of being slaughtered.

Afraid? Fear? No, it's only a momentary sting. The thrill of the moment is like the end of the theater of life, representing the actor's consciousness will forever fall into the ruins of peace.

"Drink~Breath~"

The last breath came out, and the parts and minced flesh actually fell to the ground and the last shock spread out, signaling the end of the slaughter.

But at the moment when the calm came, the terrible malice that had already steamed and filled the room climbed to a new critical point again. It seems that the entire world is filled with this ugly aura, and the manic aura makes it difficult to resist the desire to kill.

"Impure King! The first devil in the apocalypse, my first enemy! ”

Ryu Okumura is no longer the immature and impulsive teenager he was at the beginning, with his serious injuries and the death of his companions, in the midst of painful struggles, helpless anger and boundless killing. Half of Satan's blood, he has transformed into a cruel and cunning demon in human form. The devastating power in his hands and the cold and vicious steel heart in his arms, like the blue fire of hell.

The tone is low and hoarse, and every character seems to be cold, and people can't help but feel cold all over their bodies.

What terrible enemy has not been seen? Although Okumura Ryu is powerful, he definitely does not have the terrifying and destructive power of Kang Chuanshan, nor the hardness of torture, and he is born heroic, but because of acquired reasons, he has simple hatred and anger, and he does not have the sword of summoning water, and the complex malice of the death knight is even more difficult to fathom.

Therefore, no matter how terrible Okumura's tone was, it was impossible for Gu Bai's mind to be shaken for a moment.

"My name is Gu Bai, not the Impure King. And both before and now. You're still just a piece of scum. "Cowardice, kindness, sincerity, these things are no longer useful for the current Okumura Ryu. Only those who have the power to match him, or even more powerful, can live in peace with him.

There should not be a little weakness in body and mind.

Megalomania is said to be a disadvantage, but it can also be a protection. In order to survive, what Oscar can't get?

"Huh." Okumura sneered, unmoved. Words will only be a weapon for the weak, because they have no force. And to deal with Gu Bai, an extremely vicious and inhumane devil, in the vicious language, it is just a spring breeze bath, so uncomfortable.

But with this cold snort. The sky-high malice of Okumura Rin and Gu Bai gradually converged. The millennium count is their ultimate goal, and the struggle before this is useless, after this....

Nirvana!

"Aaron. Walker's kindness and trust are treated like shit by you, and betrayal and betrayal are your rewards for him. This time, you should watch out for your own back, right? ”

Zuo Buren's figure was hidden in the cloak, and his face could not be seen, only his low and dark voice could be heard.

A stab in the back is always a disgraceful act, but for reincarnators who have no lower limit. Profit always triumphs over psychological and moral inferiority.

The living are kings. The food that comes is full of food. In the world of reincarnation, there are no strong people who are ridiculed for their poor character, but those who are ridiculed are often weak people who go to hell with their own lofty moral character.

"Betrayal? Betray? Trust? Kindness? You Lan read it word by word, and after a short pause, he laughed. laughed unscrupulously, and then said, "It's all just a means." For the most primitive purpose, we will do whatever it takes! With that, a cold fire erupted in his eyes. But in the immediate aftermath. It was extinguished all at once, and it was calm.

The four maddening evil thoughts were all restrained, and a silent pact was reached in the sound of evil words. This silent agreement, which is weaker than a piece of paper, I don't know how far Lu Dao can lead the four groups of people with their own ghosts out peacefully.

Time ticked. Soon. The scheduled time has come. The loot became a ticket to board the ship, and the shadow old man, who happily accepted the gift, couldn't help but feel a little shocked by the hellish scene, and for the first time, for the first time, the idea that the thousand-year-old earl might be defeated rose in his heart.

But the next moment, I laughed self-deprecating in my heart.

The Millennium Earl is the only terrifying existence in the world that can be called a devil!

His purpose was simply terrifying. Just destruction. That is, this simple evil thought, but it is also the most terrible evil thought. Not to mention that he was accompanied by ten terrible original apostles. They are desires, they are human nature, they are complex.

"Another group of pathetic 'brave men'."

This is the conclusion of the old man. The figure also disappeared into the room with the treasure.

"Boom!! Rumble!! ”

A wall was violently opened, revealing a black ship in one hand. It wasn't big, but the momentum he exuded filled every crevice in the air. It is a ghost ship that sails on the Sea of the Dead. His material is the flesh and bones of demons, his parts are pieces of KUMA, his paint is human blood, and his power is emitted by the soul power of the wails of tormented souls.

The only terrible ship that could pass on that black sea. One step further, he will be able to go to the back of the world realm, the world of the undead.

"Good ship."

Voices came out of different mouths. Undisguised admiration - greed, everyone wants to own this ghost ship. And with the blood on their hands and the evil thoughts in their hearts, they are absolutely sure enough to control this ship.

A creaking sound came from the ship, and a pitch-black plank protruded from the ship and landed on the shore, just waiting for the passengers to board. The powerful ghost aura was unabashedly emanating in the air.

Zhao Cai's eyes saw not a dark ship, but the resentment, unwillingness, and sorrow of endless beings. The phrase that the dead have passed away is not suitable for this ship, and those losers and the undead are painfully entangled together. You are a sharp knife that cuts at others, and so do others.

Tears swirled in the eyes, but never dripped out. Because truth does not require mercy, and without the ability to change reality, any mercy is useless waste.

I have seen too much helpless Zhao Cai in my life, and the desire for strength in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. It was not a naked* naked desire, but a slightly vague hope.

It would be nice to be able to help them yourself.

A black flag was raised, signaling that the ship was about to be boarded. None of them are children anymore and will not quarrel over who will board the ship. Just silently took steps and stepped onto the ship one by one.

Stepping on a ghost ship, everyone behaves differently.

The sail is windless and automatic, the boat slowly sails out, speed and space blurring over it. It seems to be drifting on a stream, but it is actually faster than the cascading waterfall.

"Earl of the Millennium! I'm coming..." (To be continued......)