"Tsk! As long as you go out, this level of injury can recover in a few seconds, but now ......" Huang Jiale clutched his left wrist tightly, and tears rushed out in pain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boiling water room is not large, only the size of a bathroom, and there is only a small window next to the water boiler, but you can barely get out if you squat.

In the case of severe burns on the left hand, this window climbing action also becomes extremely difficult, and the slightest movement of the left hand will bring sharp pain.

Half of the body is attached to the window, the right hand is stubbornly held against it to support the body, and the bottom of the head, empty, without a protruding balcony, but there is a green patch, and there is a grass below, but there are also a lot of broken stones in it, which is definitely a serious gamble.

"Fight!"

Huang Jiale took a deep breath, pushed back with the hand supporting the balcony, and his body burst out again, and then he was about to fall due to the imbalance of the support point.

But he looked down, ignoring his surroundings, and beside him, a masked man was clinging to the grainy back wall. Clung to it like a spider, with a rope coiled around its waist, its right hand clutching the ice-blue hilt of its sword, and the dagger sinking into the wall.

Through the two small holes in the tarpaulin, the pure black pupils seemed to convey some kind of signal, representing victory or ...... Madness.

The man pulled the dagger out of the wall, but he lost his support, but he didn't care. His legs were pressed against the wall, his legs pushed forward hard, his hands pulled back hard, and his body jumped backwards, falling in a parabola.

"Die!"

The man's body jumped over Huang Jiale's body, his foot on the back of his head, and the dagger that was pulled out stabbed down fiercely, probably a little above his chest.

The dagger was withdrawn, and before the blood could splash out, the man was pulled by the rope around his waist and slammed into the wall. After a heavy blow, there was a soft sound in the man's head, his legs floating at a height of no more than ten centimeters above the ground, and his body swaying gently in the wind.

Quite a wonderful blow, after the man rested for a while, he untied the rope tied to his waist, rubbed his swollen forehead, and cried out in pain.

"Is it dead like that? What a weak demon messenger...... Cut! It's been in vain! ”

After the man pinched Huang Jiale's neck, he angrily kicked his legs on his corpse, still feeling angry, and a dagger pierced his head, stabbing his head to pieces.

"Waste without power!"

After settling it, the man tied the rope and let the students upstairs pull him up.

The man's white school uniform was dyed with a blood-red, and the faint smell of blood brought a certain powerful aura to his body, and the students only dared to silently obey his command, their heads lowered deeply, and they did not dare to make any eye contact with him.

"Knorr !!!" There was a terrifying sound outside the hallway, like the angry roar of a primordial giant, followed by several explosions.

Under the tarpaulin, the corners of the man's mouth were slightly hooked, and he said in a low voice: "Finally, a big ...... came"

"Everyone! The so-called demon messengers are just ordinary people with mortal bodies, and there are so many of us that each of us can trample him into a dead cake with a single foot. Right now! Give it to me! None of them can be left behind, let them see our strength!! ”

His order made the students subconsciously want to refuse, no one would obey the order so obediently for something like sending them to death, but the next moment when they hesitated slightly, the dagger of the leading man stabbed into the waist of the person in front of them.

Through the two small holes in the tarpaulin, the student could clearly see the crazy pupils inside, the dagger still stirring the internal organs.

Sting!

The dagger was pulled out, and the blood-colored intestine and some illegible internal organs were hooked out.

The student clutched his abdomen and fell to the ground in despair, unable to understand why until he died...... The world is so cruel.

From the moment they stood up, the moment they had the naïve idea of wanting to save everyone, everything became unbearable for them.

Some of them may have made up their minds, and some of them are just conformists, but no matter what, they have come forward, and when they stand up, they must forget their fears, forget their ability to think, obey orders, and exert their last residual heat is their mission.

If you don't listen to orders, just kill them. Still afraid? Then kill more and more.

Fear the soldiers in order to make them obey orders, and threaten them in order to make them die.

Is it cruel? Isn't it impersonal?

yes, because that's the rule. The inferior should obey the orders of the superior and forget about the ability to think, because your thinking will only make you miserable, and you will only parasitize yourself in the panic of the truth. They are indeed used, they are indeed used as consumables, and their lives are seen by the superiors...... It's just a bunch of numbers, quantifiable data.

Not reconciled? Hate class? Hate God and fate?

So what? How can you resist without strength?

Therefore, there is only one way to compromise, and it can only be implemented under the rules set by the superiors, and there is no need to think.

"Don't stop me! Idiot!!!!! ”

A giant more than two meters tall in the corridor almost dominated the entire passageway, and the students who kept piling up in front of him were like unhealthy children in front of him, and he could pinch their heads one by one with his hands.

But ants can still eat elephants, and such a large group of students, each of whom goes up and takes a bite, can definitely wipe out this huge-looking man.

"Die!!"

Guan Tao shouted, and the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand slashed diagonally forward, and an invisible transparent air fluctuation formed, and such a trace appeared where the Qinglong Glaive Knife slashed, the wall next to him, the student in front of him, and the glass window on the left were all within the scope of this scratch.

The air froze for a second, everyone held their breath, and their movements froze.

In the next second, the cut mark absorbed everything around it, and the cut flesh, concrete, glass shards, and even two students who were standing relatively high in front were sucked in by the trace, and were dragged and attached to it by the sucking force.

It was all as if it were nothing, the two students were just adsorbed to it with other debris, and their bodies had no other special reactions, and they didn't feel pain. However, Rao was enough to make them panic, and they kept shaking their bodies in vain to get down.

The traces were adhered to by countless things, and the originally invisible traces were filled with these adsorbed debris, like a moat suspended in the air, isolating himself from the students in front of him.

"Go!" The Qinglong Glaive Knife that was thrown to the left side, the tip of the knife went forward.

The filled traces moved forward, and all the students who stood densely packed along the way were affected, and the concrete layer and glass shards on the outer layer of the traces were the main means of killing, like a stone pillar sweeping past.

More than 20 people were pushed and moved back, in this small space, such an attack could not be dodged at all, plus the people standing densely on the corridor, sweeping past was almost completely annihilated. One by one, they were pushed down, and as soon as their heads hit the ground, another body was pressed on top of them, and another body was pressed on top of another body, and one person had to bear the pressure of three or four people.

It is only a trivial matter that the bones are crushed by the marks in the front, the internal organs are broken, the ribs are broken inward, the skull is shattered......

Due to the angle, this huge trace did not go all the way into the passage, but broke through diagonally, shattering the wall, and the rubble and blood all rushed out together, leaving a huge mark on the wall.

The inside of the walls was littered with crushed flesh and bones, and fragmented remains.

With this blow alone, the number of students who died directly reached nine, twelve who were seriously injured, and seventeen who could not move. The students who formed a domino were pressed down and couldn't get up for a while.

Such a desperate army was destroyed by a single blow.