Chapter 191: The Final Movement (2)

"I thought you should have died in that place."

Accardo stood up, and because it was a bright red trench coat, he couldn't tell where the paint was just dyed... With his hands still in his pale gloves, he threw aside the delicious food he had "eaten" with relish, and then looked at the approaching teenagers in front of him with greater interest.

Yes, they all had the same face, a face that Accardo knew all too well.

Although, he has only seen it once, but no matter what, that guy was killed by his own hands and torn to pieces with his own hands!

"You can survive to become a shard like that? Ha, are you a loach? How many of them have been divided? ”

He laughed and cursed wildly, and even said some malicious and ridiculous jokes. Of course, the teenagers standing in front of him would never answer.

――From the beginning, it was not equipped with a language communication function.

"I thought that even if you were just a little ghost, you would still be a human with backbone, but I didn't expect that after all, you would only play these boring and disgusting methods..."

He shook his head, then held up the two large-caliber pistols in his hand, the Caull and the Jackal, which were designed for monsters and used to hunt monsters.

The combination of silver and black shimmered ominously in the moonlight, and the monster raised its gun and aimed at the approaching teenagers with excitement on its face, as if it couldn't wait to start a long-awaited fight.

On the other side, the approaching teenagers also have no intention of flinching... They are used as weapons, and their survival itself is for the completion of the mission.

Moreover, their appearance was nothing more than an accident in the first place...

Because an intruder from another world unfortunately stepped into that battlefield that day.

Because some crazy war maniac coincidentally took some of his wreckage with him while fleeing in defeat.

Because of a genius but evil scientist. I found a way to clone the body from some of the mutilated tissues...

Without mentioning international law, humanity or other factors, even as a purely weapon, his appearance is a simple mistake.

-- Possess power, but cannot control it, and possess a body. But it is very fragile and cannot withstand the impact, and it is impossible to continue to grow...

They are like a plankton of a short-lived species, lying in a culture tank for a few days and quickly growing into their current form, after which they need to go through a long period of experimentation, adjustment, modification, implantation of chips and other mechanical tissues...

This series of journeys soaked in blood and surgery can be called purgatory. No, or for him who ruled out pain in the first step. None of this is a big deal.

Indeed, if you are born with that meaning, it will not be a big deal. Just like every cog in the clock, just like every green leaf, although there will be no value to yourself in this life, if you are born to be like this, there is no such thing as suffering.

…

Yes, it should have been. But I don't know when, maybe it was the time to do the cloning. The Doctor picked the wrong deteriorating gene, and they began to doubt their existence...

If it all started before the first cloning, does that mean that there was a completely different way of being before it all started?

Has there ever been something completely different from No. 1 and No. 2... What about the life of the existence of number 102?

From that day on, they had a "heart" - not the oil and the core of the engine, but something softer. Also something more vulnerable.

…

"What's wrong, boy?"

Accardo's smile grew wilder!

"Didn't you understand anything just to kill you once? It doesn't matter, I'm here, no matter how many times, I'm willing to send you to the borders of hell! ”

The monster swayed its body. Shaking his arm, and then the gunfire erupted from the muzzle like lightning!

The deadly firepower rushed at its own enemies with mortal destruction, only to end up sparking a dazzling spark on the deck.

Dodge.

was effortlessly dodged, whether it was the target he was aiming at, or the companions behind him, at that moment, the teenagers all took action, and in just an instant, they disappeared from the monster's field of vision.

And in the next moment, when the seemingly burning figure appeared in front of Accardo's eyes again, a powerful straight punch had pierced his chest and abdomen.

"Uh-huh..."

The blood that spilled from the inner cavity broke through the restraints of the mouth and erupted.

…

The first hit hits, and the target loses the ability to maintain status. Intensive Strike!

…

A powerful attack that sliced the back of the neck knocked off the monster's head directly, and the other blows that followed were aimed at the monster's limbs.

ulna, broken; radius, broken; Humerus, broken... All broken!

Seize the enemy's weapons! Completely tear the enemy's body to shreds!

… That's right, this is completely inconsistent with the most efficient way to kill the enemy. Normally, as long as you confirm the part that can kill with one hit, and then execute it as such, and the reason why you choose this cruel way is probably only because it is out of your own heart, out of choice... Out of hatred, right?

That's right, because... Is this the man who once killed himself?

Because, this is the hatred that comes from "being killed"!

"Ahh

They open their mouths as if they want to say something, but all they can do is babble out of nowhere... It seems to be a child who has not yet grown up, and it seems to be the last lament of a dying old man.

They tore the monster apart, then the wreckage, not caring about the blood or the bad smell, just repeating it like venting, and throwing all the pieces of meat into the ocean!

Such... As long as this is the case, and only in this way, can we finally calm down, right?

But then, it's over... In this way, the days will go back to the way they were... Even if it wasn't a good day.

…

"Poof..."

But at this moment, a bright red spike suddenly rose from the deck, and then pierced deep into the boy's chest.

Fragments of gears and parts fell to the ground, and the temperature that seemed to melt itself together, but there was nothing to do with the spikes... The blood-dripping, twisting and struggling spikes!

"I see... I forgot you still have such interesting abilities, huh? ”

The sound of the monster that had obviously been torn apart and thrown into the bottom of the sea came from the pool of blood on the deck at this moment, and countless tentacles and monsters gradually condensed from it!

"It really made me... What an ability to get excited! (To be continued......)