At that moment, the sound of breaking sounded, followed by the howling of the wind.

With the punch, his right arm suddenly expanded, and those throbbing muscle bundles expanded as if they were inflated, and in an instant, countless knotted muscles almost enlarged his arm several times, revealing a hideous posture that was almost deformed.

With Huai Shi's dodge, the punch hit the ground, and the entire square shook suddenly.

It was as if it had withstood the bombardment of the main cannons of the tank.

Was this a change in the Director's record of Red Glove's fears, or something else?

Huai Shi has no interest in knowing. It's not once or twice that he's died in the form of an instructor.

Bullets, guns and explosives, nothing at all.

It's like a nightmare in a nightmare.

In the memory of the former Red Glove, the instructor who brutally forged him into a weapon was almost an invincible symbol, and his power was artificially magnified like a monster.

If it weren't for the fact that Red Glove could be extremely sure that this instructor was just an ordinary person, Huai Shi guessed that the change of the instructor at this moment might be to transform himself, grow bat wings and goat horns, and rub the forbidden spell with his hand and begin to destroy the world.

Fortunately, it's just that this level of change is not too exaggerated for Huai Shi-

He stretched out his hand, soaking the blood on the ground.

Forbidden Hands!

It was the first time he had tried this newly-learned technique in the record.

As essentia flames rose from his fingertips, the blood stirred up almost as if it were boiling, and a gray breath continued to evaporate from it.

I don't know how many people's corpses and blood rose from the ashes like a thick mist, enveloping the entire square.

Although I don't know why my soul was named by the sea of silver with the strange name of [Forbidden Hand], its essence is clear, and it is a relatively rare type of transformation among the various categories, and it straddles the two major systems of spiritual and material.

And the range is essentia and iron.

In other words, he can build a bridge between the essentia that represents the basis of the soul in the spiritual substance and the iron substance, which is the most abundant in the substance, and realize the arbitrary transformation between the two.

It can be said that it is very versatile.

That invisible axe is the weapon that Huai Shi has deposited in the restlessness and killing intent he has accumulated for seven years and transformed it into a weapon born in the iron time.

And now, based on the hand of the captivity, Huai Shi once again tries to transform the scattered essentia of the outside world.

As a result, countless rusted iron sands that were so fine that they were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye rose from the blood.

That's the quintessence of ruin.

The ashes of death.

Accompanied by the dry wind and dust, they were enshrined in the pungent smell of blood and gunsmoke, which quickly rose and spread in an instant.

All despair and pain were given to everything equally.

At that moment, there was a hoarse roar and roar from the dark fog, and the hurricane whistled and spread, but it could not blow away the mist between essentia and matter, and a hideous black shadow rushed towards Huai Shi and slammed down with a punch!

Huai Shi dodged sideways, and the dagger in his right hand swung horizontally, leaving a tragic scar on the huge deformed arm, and then, the dagger turned around and stabbed down on the instructor's neck!

Collapse!

The dagger sank into his raised arm, crashing against the bone, and the sound sounded like steel and steel clashing.

He felt the sound of heavy breathing like a beast erupting from the instructor's chest, and the gasp from such a violent force caused him to gulp the ashes in the air into his body, and the anger grew more and more crazy under the stimulation of pain and despair.

Like a beast.

"How is it, how does the despair you created feel with your own hands?" Huai Shi clenched her saber tightly, staring at his face through the deformed arm.

Smile mockingly.

"—I'm used to it, what about you?"

Boom!

The huge arm swept by, and there was a low roar that broke the air, and the hurricane almost blew Huai Shi out of the distance of three steps, but then, Huai Shi pounced again, towards the instructor who could not have been defeated.

The smile is hideous.

He felt as if he was drunk.

It was as if at the same time he felt a deep trance, and at the same time he was extremely conscious, and then he felt a fever.

It was some kind of ineffable freedom.

It's like a release after a great deal of rage.

As he breathed, he swept the ashes of the air into his heart, inhaling the pain of the dead and merging with their despair.

It's like being combined with countless deaths.

He went from being a recorder and a being recorded to one of the records.

He could feel the pain of the countless deaths at the same time, and he was also immersed in the despair of dying in the slaughter and sadism.

It was as if the souls of those men stood side by side with him.

And so, those void deaths turned into flames, boiling between his chests, mixed with his anger, his unwillingness and his will, turned into an inexplicable impulse, erupted from the inside out, engulfed him, urged him to face his opponents, to bring down punishment, to bring true death!

And so, under the grip of the imprisoned hand, the gray flame rose from the blade—a color far darker and paler than the ashes, a pure thing that had been refined, extracted, and sublimated again from countless despairs and pains.

Pure poison.

It is the poison extracted from the records of self-death, the death condensed by the extremely condensed ashes, although it has no lethal effect on the body, but once it is contaminated, it will undoubtedly bring the soul of the injured person the suffering of death without falsehood, as Huai Shi has experienced countless times.

At that moment, the handwriting on the Book of Destiny quietly changed, not only the [Military Body Fist] that was rapidly soaring in level, but even a new branch quietly emerged under the soul introduction of the [Forbidden Hand], which was enough to be recognized by the soul application.

- [Heart Poison]!

"That's right, that's it, go for blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

The crow stared at the boy who was immersed in madness in the record, and seemed to laugh happily: "To represent death, to take revenge on the beasts of this dark canyon!"

This is your destiny, Huaishi, the last guardian of the kingdom of heaven......"

At that moment, Huai Shi's dagger fell.

The deformed instructor roared in pain, and his huge arm smashed down, as if breaking Huai Shi's left arm, which he couldn't feel in the first place. He didn't waver at all, still moving forward almost selflessly, looking at the distorted face at close range.

There was pure darkness in the dark pupils.

Immediately after, the saber fell again!

Collapse!

It was obviously a light saber, but at this moment, under the control of the forbidden hand, when it was cut down, it made a heavy sound of breaking through the air, as if it was a heavy axe.

An incredible weight emerges from it, accompanied by Huaishi's swaying, severing the enemy's tendons again and again, and splitting the flesh and blood.

The sound of broken bones was like firewood shattering under a great axe.

The instructor roared, clenched his fists, and his huge five fingers opened and grabbed his face, but in the next moment, with the slash of the saber, the iron-colored palm was actually cut off between the index finger and the ring finger.

It became two.

The blade wedged deep into his wrist.

In the intense pain, he saw Huai Shi take a deep breath, and then, roaring, forward!

Thunder bursts out!

As the saber shattered suddenly, essentia fire surged out of it, turning into the outline of a sharp blade, inch by inch, like a bamboo, devastationing the whole arm from the middle into two even ends!

Immediately after, the flaming dagger was raised again and slashed down!

The misshapen arm fell from the instructor's shoulder to the ground, blood gushing out of the rift and landing on the square where blood had been sprinkled countless times.

And the anguished old men, the desperate women, the ignorant children, and their blood gathered together, and turned into the same dim dim color on the wasteland.

The instructor pushed him away with all his might, but he couldn't stabilize himself, staggered backwards, and fell to the ground.

But Huai Shi was moving forward, gasping, staggering past one corpse after another, walking in front of a pair of godless pupils, leaving the red-dyed silhouette in their lost looks.

"Thanks to you, I've finally figured out something—"

He muttered softly, lifted his foot abruptly, stomped on the instructor's chest, and pinned him back to the ground, leaving him to struggle in vain.

Finally, he raised the dagger and aimed it at his neck.

"The reason why I chose to be a sublimator—"

As if saying goodbye, Huai Shi solemnly stared at the distorted face, and told him word by word:

"—just to cut off the head of a bastard like you!"

At that moment, as the blade fell, a deep crack was left on the ground.

Blood gushed out of the neck of the headless corpse, and poured down the crack into the parched wasteland, bringing a rare infiltration to the dead land, leaving behind a glimmer of hope that would be able to wait for the next year's flowers to bloom.

Immediately afterward, Huai Shi saw the whole world shake.

Everything is broken.

He sank into the darkness, and soon woke up from his chair, feeling like he was sweating like pulp, and his whole body seemed to be collapsed, and he was terrible.

But for some reason, I felt calm and content.

It was as if he had been rewarded for the hypocritical revenge he had just received.

"Congratulations on breaking the barrier. ”

The crow stood on the table, looking at his appearance, "Do you have any gains, Huaishi?"

“......”

Huai Shi was silent, not knowing how to answer.

After all, he was not able to do anything, and that was not salvation, nor was it revenge.

Maybe more than ten years ago, it was all over.,All he did was to look at the original plot and be unhappy.,Tear up the original work.,Write a fanfic by yourself.。

And what can you gain?

After a moment of contemplation, he chuckled softly:

"A sweet dream, at least there is a beginning and an end......"

As he spoke, he propped up the table, got up slowly, and when he saw the dagger he had placed on the table, he couldn't help but pick it up, casually swiped it twice in his hand, and threw it back on the table.

"As for the rest, let's just talk about easter eggs for comfort......"

With that, he stopped looking at anything else, and turned and walked upstairs.

After a long day, he felt dizzy, his eyes were black, and he was about to die.

There is nothing better in this world than a complete slumber.

If there is, then get two sleeps.

"Go to bed early. ”

With a wave of his hand, he closed the bedroom door.

The crow watched the boy's figure disappear down the stairs and turned to look at the table.

In the faint light of the lamp, the cheap dagger with free shipping was faintly iron-colored, nailed to the cracked and peeling lacquer surface of the long table, pulling out a slender shadow.

And where the tip of the knife was nailed, a tragic scar was revealed.

It's like an axe.

"Good night, Huaishi. ”

Go to sleep.

The crow spread its wings and went out into the hazy night outside the window.

Disappear.