Killing Spree (1)

While everyone was silent, Mark pointed to the center of the church hall and shouted, "Marland, something strange is happening, you see that cloudy pillar of light has reappeared, and it is moving slowly on the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

All the gang members looked there and saw that the pillar of light condensed by the fog began to rotate in the opposite direction. There seemed to be sharp claws sticking out of the pillar of light, and a faint pair of fiery red eyes shot out of the clouds and mist, shooting out a terrifying cold light.

Cockland got drunk and laughed loudly at the swirling clouds, "You are all cowards, how charming this scenery is, it reminds me of the legend of the giant monster in my hometown." I...... Let's take a look! Don't come along, shhhh Cockland clutched a beer glass in his right hand and walked crookedly towards the clouds. He hummed a country tune from Smolgate, and was a gentleman despite his vulgar demeanor. Corkland's beard was pale, his face and neck were wrinkled, the top of his head was bald, and he had a pair of dull eyes in his sunken sockets. He limped over, not caring that someone was looking at him with horrified eyes.

Corcoran walked up to the pillar of light that had condensed in the mist, looked at it with wide eyes for a moment, then leaned over and shouted triumphantly, "Look! There is no danger at all! I don't think you mind if I become a hero, my time is far from over, and my desire for eternal life has transcended the fear of death. ”

Cochran smiled shyly at everyone, showing his teeth, proving that he was in a good mood right now. "Oh! My soul is my life, and you are all ridiculous idiots! Once I have the key to unlock my heart, I will become the master of the whole world. I...... Ahem...... Ahem...... It is the incarnation of the Demon King, who has come to this world to spread plagues and diseases, and all of you will not be able to escape! Cochran pounded his chest, with an almost fantastical madness, and at this moment he seemed to vomit all his words.

Marland's eyes widened and the gang members looked at Cockland in surprise, extremely suspicious that something was wrong with his spirit.

Marland crossed his waist, glanced at Marank, and shouted angrily: "Oops old man, have you drunk too much!" Babble here, be careful I knock out all your teeth! ”

Malanke didn't pay any attention to what the others said, and he deliberately walked around in the pillar of light, as if to draw all the attention of his recognition to himself. Maranke's unusual behavior has raised everyone's eyebrows, knowing that only people who are possessed by the devil can have no scruples about their behavior. The pillars of light in the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the feeling of fear was constantly expanding.

They noticed that the moving pillar of light had enveloped Corkland tightly in the center, his body twitching, and his limbs began to wave wildly, like a mentally ill person whose brain had stopped thinking, and looked very painful. Light and shadow shined through his body, shooting out many beams of light, illuminating the dome of the church as bright as day. After a few seconds or so, the pillars of light and clouds slowly moved towards the doorway, and the light wrapped inside suddenly disappeared, and there were many deadly smoke taking effect. The cloud of smoke drifted through Cocorran's body, dissipated in the direction of the doorway, and lasted only a few seconds before disappearing without a trace.

Cocorland's body was undergoing significant changes, with a lot of slippery fluid oozing out of his body. His pale cheeks gradually lost their vitality, and his forehead collapsed, revealing terrifying white bones. Bleeding began from the eye sockets, nostrils, and ears, and the body slowly stiffened, with no pulse, no breathing, and no heartbeat. The members of the gang find these strange phenomena to be connected to the legendary devil.

A dark shadow like velvet enveloped everyone, and two of the gang members were about to break down, holding their heads and desperately slamming them against the wall, blood running down their foreheads, and the bloody scene had already caused them to hallucinate fatally. The gang members, who had not yet gone completely insane, fled to all corners of the church screaming after a brief silence. Everyone's thoughts are in a state of confusion, because no corner is safe now.

In the shadows of the church, there was a pair of red eyes, peering at each of the gang members. A mysterious smile appeared on his face, and the flames of hell burned on his collar and cape. He emerged from the darkness with an aura of evil. He was Edward.

Mark whispered to Gnap, "It's Edward, our master." You see his face is gloomy and his eyes are shining with an evil light. He's turned into a vampire, I guess. Be careful, let's all stay away from him!. ”

"You scumbags, don't you even know me?" Edward said coldly.

Gnap stepped forward and replied cautiously: "Master, I am here, what do you command!" ”

Edward took a swift step forward, his trench coat floating behind him, the flames of hell burning violently. His eyes never seem satisfied, like an eternal ghost about to bring terror to the world! The flames of hell enveloped him tightly, and he now had no scruples about everything.

Edward quickened his pace and lunged at one of the bandits, his eyes terrifying and vicious, his swift movements making it impossible to dodge. He opened his mouth, bared his sharp teeth, and stretched out his sharp claws, stabbing the throat of this one of the gang members. Blood gushed from the wound, and Edward grabbed his prey, sucking the blood from the wound desperately, his lips redder than ever from the sticking blood. Edward is now a devil through and through, and he just wants to satisfy his bloodthirsty desires! The blood swelled Edward's cheeks and bags under his eyes, and the abundant blood began to flow through his body, and his dry lips and wrinkled face came back to life. The sunken eye sockets gradually bulge and the skin rejuvenates. Edward's madness, like a web of death, shrouded everyone, and the terrible flames of hell made them retreat into dark corners.

Edward let go of his hand, and the prey in his hand collapsed to the ground, tilting his neck and twitching a few times, before his body gradually stiffened. The dead bandit lay in a pool of blood, and a painful expression appeared on his face, as if it had been torn apart, and bright red blood continued to flow from the wound.

Edward stared at his masterpiece with blood-red eyes, then looked around, pricked up his ears to discern the subtle sounds, and he strode towards the corners, his claws flying, and there was blood-colored killing everywhere! This evil body caused a deep despair in everyone, and the killing showed no signs of stopping, and continued in the halls of the church...... (To be continued.) )