London is a great city, the center of a world empire whose splendor is built on a mountain-heavy darkness, and people who come to London are often bewildered by its exuberant appearance, but rarely notice the often overlooked stories that are born in its depths.

Take this remote corner, for example.

The designers of the subway were born in the 19th century, at a time when even the British Empire was not as secure as it could be. For the sake of safety, the founders of the subway deliberately preset the entrance to the underground tunnel, which usually looks like a sewer passage, and in the event of a full-scale war, it will become a refuge for citizens. But over time, something deeply embarrassing to the visionary designers arose: it became an abyss of sin. Thanks to the ingenious design, several pillars separate the flow of people outside, and their thick bodies block the light shining on the platform, making it the best shelter, even if there are people coming and going ten feet away, the place still becomes a dead end for the subway platform.

Generally speaking, people passing by will subconsciously avoid here, and occasionally there are traces here, so there is a certain risk factor that the transaction is being carried out secretly---- maybe it is the buying and selling of some powdery substances, or maybe some cute things that make a lot of noise. Today, though, a group of strangers took over it, and they just wanted to vent.

Eric walked slowly up the platform, making his way through the crowd of waiting for the train towards the place where the group had disappeared. As soon as they approached, they heard a series of crisp slaps and panting scolding, and at the same time the tearing sound of the cloth and the muffled begging for mercy were incessant, and it seemed that these impatient rookies were having a great time.

Of course, they have a reason to do so, as the people chosen by the Lord God, just like the pride of the sky, since they have endured great fright and received their due rewards, how can they occasionally leak in the process of completing the task---- rookies who have no future usually think so. They just need to be lustful for themselves. If you want to be responsible, you don't need to spend too much time thinking, and then you can't live a few worlds, and they who can't control themselves will find themselves outdated because they don't have a long-term plan, and then they will be eliminated in despair.

Just like the lives of those who fail in reality, there must be a reason for the withering life.

They weren't mutant students, and Eric wasn't going to warn the guys, he just wanted to make sure the plans weren't disrupted. With a few coins in his hand, he swirled them around his fingers like a juggler, and walked into the corner with an unhurried degree.

It was dark in the corner, but it couldn't stop Eric's vision, and through the magnetic vision, he had obtained the information he wanted. There were seven South Asians, who seemed to be of the same race, perhaps relatives, for they were all weathered, swarthy, knife-carved dense wrinkles, and inverted triangular eyes that looked rather vicious and sinister.

If they have a really close relationship, it is not surprising, the main god space is full of wonders, Eric once saw a team of quintuplets who died in a plane crash in their own world, and their parents were also together, it was such a team, because of the inseparable blood and affection between relatives, they had accomplished many feats that reincarnators who were better than their individual elements could not do. In a sinister adventure, they almost went to the end.

Therefore, in the face of such a team, even if they are rookies, Eric has to be careful, not to mention that he is no longer the powerful reincarnation of the past.

"You scream, you scream, you cut your throat, and no one will come to save you." The South Asian soul was given to him, riding on the soft body, pulling the head of the white woman they forcibly dragged over, and laughing cheaply.

With the blessing of the Lord God, the indigenous dialects of South Asia were automatically converted into intelligible languages, but the phrase was familiar...... Eric rubbed his nose, unsure whether he should jump out and call himself "Cut Throat" or "Nobody".

Before he could decide whether to do so, the rookies finally appeared alert to him, and they yelled at him.

"Who?" It also comes with a string of expletives, which Eric automatically filters out.

"People passing by." He thought for a moment and added, "Soy sauce." ”

It is difficult for South Asians to understand the subtlety of this sentence, but it does not matter, after two battles, their bodies have been initially strengthened, and they are equipped with protective clothing that can withstand the damage of small-caliber police pistols, and their combat effectiveness is far greater than that of ordinary people, which makes their confidence skyrocket. In their opinion, there are no powerful individuals in this plot world except for the two forces, and the other party came alone, so they didn't need to care at all, so they just scolded and walked over to the two people.

This is an old man and a young man, the old face has a fierce face, the young face is much more tender, he approached Eric, saw Eric's face from the side light, suddenly his body shook, hesitated and stopped.

The old South Asian was very alert, and secretly stretched out his hand to his waist, but a big smile appeared on his face, and his expression of choosing people to devour instantly turned into a gentle drizzle, and then he bent down and saluted with one hand.

Eric's attitude is also very kind, in fact, when he smiles, he is absolutely harmless, his eyes are squinted and his nose is slightly wrinkled, which makes people feel very approachable at first glance, and it is difficult for people who are not very attentive to see that something is wrong.

The smile softened the atmosphere, and the old South Asian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, secretly hiding the knife behind him and was about to speak, when a sharp metal thorn pierced his eyebrows.

This process was clearly seen by the young South Asian next to him, who watched as the coin in Eric's hand melted like a liquid, suddenly changed shape, and mutated from a round and lovely metal ball to a sharp murder weapon, and with a soft "poof" sound, penetrating his companion's forehead.

The young man froze, he watched Eric calmly draw his sword from his companion's head, and smiled at him, his white teeth exposed, and then he felt the cold and piercing bones under the gentle smile, and the strong shock made him lose his soul, and he leaned against the wall motionless, like a frog stared at by a natural enemy, and completely gave up resisting.

The man who had been pierced in the forehead had not yet fallen, and the knife in his hand had already been waved by Eric, and at the same time, he threw it hard, and the metal thorn in his hand slammed through a South Asian who was facing away from him. The man was rubbing the two plump ones vigorously in both hands, when suddenly a long thorn appeared from his grinning mouth, and blood flowed down his mouth, startling his companion.

The stabbed South Asian still had a strange smile on his face, and his body drooped limply under the disgusted gaze of his companions, pressing on the white women who had been beaten by the mob and bleeding from their noses and mouths, scaring them unconscious.

The blow was like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads, and the obsessed South Asian reincarnators were completely awakened, and they scrambled to get up, some scrambled to grab their weapons, others raced against time to put on the faded protective suits.

Eric's target is those who are fully equipped, and he wants to take advantage of this moment to disable the most threatening ones. If it is an ordinary person like Stryker and the like, just by manipulating the magnetic force to shock the trace elements in their body, they can temporarily eliminate the obstruction, but this small trick against a slightly powerful strong person loses its effect, even if it is the lowest-level reincarnation in front of them, they are too much past ordinary people. With Eric's current strength, a straightforward raid is most effective against such a guy.

A South Asian who reacted was the first to rush over with a knife, he was regretting that he couldn't squeeze in front to play with the woman, and now he was full of joy in his heart, and jumped forward without thinking. In his opinion, it shouldn't be very difficult to deal with Eric, but unfortunately he will never know that the stranger who appears in the plot world in front of him will actually be a passer of the main god game.

Even if he no longer has the power bestowed by the Lord God, Eric's experience and reflexes are not comparable to those of a rookie who has only gone through a few adventures. In this kind of life-and-death struggle, it is just a matter of waving his palm that he wants to take the life of his opponent.

The knife taken from the old South Asian suddenly became thin and elongated, and the body that rushed towards the opponent was only slightly sent, and the person seemed to automatically bring his throat over, and the blade of the knife was easily inserted into the neck, cutting through the dark skin and the pale white fat layer, cutting the arteries, and the black-red blood immediately shot out like a fountain under the pressure of the body.

The blade retracted after the piercing, and Eric pressed his hand against the wound of the first man who pounced, pushing him into the second person who rushed up behind him, throwing him off balance, and then another blow that cut his heart in half through the gap between the sternum.

In just a few seconds, three of them were dead, and one was leaning limply against the wall, shivering, and Eric had his back to the man, as if he didn't have zài. He didn't use any martial arts, nor did he have any special mysteries, he just used his ability to seize the opportunity to achieve the greatest results in one fell swoop. Two of the remaining three men wore only protective suits, and the other held a gun in one hand, and although they were still outnumbered and armed with firearms, they were pale and cowering, and the fury of the innocent women was completely gone.

Eric let go of his hand and let the corpse with the pierced throat fall to the ground, just now he choked the man, his own hands covered in blood. The red and black liquid still has a hot body temperature, a slight viscous feeling, and under the action of gravity, the blood drips down the fingertips.

This familiar touch evoked his memories, and Eric suddenly shuddered, not fear, but excitement from the depths of his memory, the death of these South Asians made the hearts of the most terrifying reincarnators in the main god space beat again. Sniffing the crimson blood on his hands, Eric couldn't help but feel intoxicated, and the joy of dominating life and death filled his soul.

This happiness bloomed at the corners of Eric's mouth, like a smile on the face of the horror demon king, invisibly choking the hearts of the survivors, and the chill that came out of the depths of the spinal cord instantly froze them, making their faces paler than the corpses lying on the ground, and the equipment next to them seemed to be readily available, but even the courage to bend down to pick it up disappeared.

Letting go of his bloodied hand, Eric allowed himself to withdraw from the excitement, a legacy of constant adventure and struggle, and he did not want to lose himself in a moment of intoxication. There are too many people who can't control themselves on the way to the final gate, whether they have been famous for a while, or they are outstanding, the true victor will always be his master, even if his ability is weakened by the new life, he can easily eliminate these desires. Hope for the captive.

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