Chapter 192: The Final Movement (3)

London is like this, obviously the sea breeze and drizzle are within reach, but the sky above the city still hovers over the haze that does not want to disperse... From a scientific point of view, this is the inevitability of development, and it is also a man-made disaster caused by too much unknowability, but perhaps, the citizens of London have long been accustomed to this kind of weather, and they have long been accustomed to this... Sad.

"I've never liked it very much... Because that's how London has always been gloomy. ”

On the edge of the private harbor, unknown to anyone, before boarding the speedboat of his sights, Kars brushed Angel's forehead lightly, and then spoke.

"It's okay, when you come back, we'll move to the East."

The beauty's face is still flawless, even those red eyes only show a gentle look now, and they can no longer find half of the difference.

"Angel... Angel..."

It was not Kars's habit to stop talking, but this time, he called the woman's name over and over again, and he couldn't bear to speak, let alone leave.

"Maybe... No, I should say that I know very well..."It's clear that I'll never come back."

He wanted to at least tell the woman the truth, but Angel blocked his lips again... Yes, with that equally beautiful and soft cloves.

"Needless to say... I'll wait for you here, I'll take care of everything here for you, and when you come back, when you come back, we'll go where we want to go together..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and for the first time, the long, near-eternal years had become so cruel - how nice it would be if they were all just ordinary people...

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The waves pushed, and gradually, the salty smell diluted the bitterness of the tears. Also diluted ... London's sadness.

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Kill, or be killed.

In the final analysis, the relationship of struggle is so direct and cruel.

Keeping more peace and stability with smaller fights and struggles?

It's just a dream... The so-called struggle, the so-called war, was originally a fission reaction that could not be stopped.

When the first neutron produces the impulse of "impact", the chain of all this is already opened. This terrible reaction will then spread only at a rate of more than exponential multiples, and in the shortest possible time, it will affect all individuals in this plane...

So there is never a big or small struggle... For a blood-washed relationship, it is a social relationship in which there are only two states: war and destruction.

A long, long time ago, Accardo understood this cruel truth. So he won't pray to anyone, he won't complain to anyone, all he can do is make himself that victor forever! So much for...

Gradually, after hundreds of years of endless struggle, he has come to see it as a part of his life. Even... I gradually fell in love with this bloody and cruel, but directly glorious part!

The battle between life and death would not bring glory or eternity, but it would give him a glimpse of the human being, the ugliest of creatures, transformed into saints. Even if they chiseled through their hearts with their own hands, this praise and this emotion still made him addicted.

That's why he's what Accardor is now. This evil ghost who runs between struggle and struggle!

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"Do you want to continue? No matter how many times I can let you try. ”

He smirked and wrenched off one of the teenagers' heads, spilling blood and oil all over the floor. But Accardo didn't stop, he didn't hesitate to crush the heart of the "corpse" - these half-artificial, half-mechanical monsters, if they didn't do this, there was still a possibility of resurrection.

Of course, this powerful combat endurance is in front of monsters that can be resurrected almost countless times. It's so insignificant.

"It's almost time to wake up, right? With your half-abilities, you can't kill me... Now, do you want to lie on the ground and wagging your tail and beg for mercy, or will I break my neck with my own hands? ”

The first six-man siege is now only the last two... After Accardo first used a sneak attack to kill one of them. The unleashed demon and the rising plasma monster gradually drove them into a corner... Since the transformation also added the element of vampire, they can't be transferred by sea, and fighting to the end is the only option.

But... How hard is it to fight against the Immortal King?

Once, even Kars himself, who had revived the roots to the extreme, was eventually defeated in a one-on-one battle with monsters, not to mention these experiments that could only be used simply to use the domineering power of the armed color...

The teenagers, who had lost their space to flicker and move, were quickly captured one by one by the bloody cobwebs, and Accardo obviously had no intention of storing food, so the moment he was captured, he tore his prey apart, completely destroying the body on which it depended, and then stirred up an even more crazy blood tide!

"Why did you give up? Or is it..."

The low magic voice kept coming, and only the last two people left, the power that had been boiling was about to melt them on their own, but the teenagers still had no intention of stopping, they even increased the power of the "domineering" output, and completely burned their bodies into pink cooked meat...

Kill! Kill!!

Cut off the tentacles and tear the beast's mouth! They danced in the sea of blood, fought in the sea of blood, although it was so insignificant, but it was so moving...

"Or... How about giving me more fun? ”

A powerful arm suddenly "opened" from a certain scarlet branch that evolved from the sea of blood, and in the palm of its hand, the black "jackal" was already ready to attack.

The fighting teenager was already at the end of the crossbow, and finally, after a gunshot, one of them suddenly fell to the ground, and the already fragile body was broken into two...

- There's one last one left!

Even if he didn't do anything, the guy would quickly be melted by the heat released from his own body, but Arcater was more than happy to take advantage of this last time to continue having fun... If there is no outsider who suddenly enters.

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Call!!

The black flame of the heat invaded the entire ship in the blink of an eye... Those ubiquitous seas of blood, which stained everything to crimson, quickly evaporated after coming into contact with Black Flame, and even naturally retreated out of about half of the space, making Black Flame safely gain a foothold on this ship.

The attack and the fight came to an abrupt end, everything suddenly became cold, and from a speedboat not far away, a figure covered in black flames fell from the sky... Just like Accardo did before, he fell heavily on the deck!

Fall in the center of the struggle! (To be continued......)