The sacrificial knife simply and neatly cut through the old priest's cheekbone, and with Huai Shi's roar, it suddenly pulled, crushed his tongue, and pierced out of his mouth.

Before there was time to bleed in the shriveled flesh, Huai Shi, who was in mid-air, pulled out the sword of virtue from the saddle bag behind his back.

Directly pressed his shoulder, stabbed the blade into the old man's neck, pierced through the back of the neck, and swung horizontally!

Beheading!

A broken, sluggish head flew from his shoulder along with purple-black blood, and scattered white hair was stained red with blood.

But then, the headless corpse suddenly moved, raised his palm, and pressed it on Huai Shi's face.

In the palm of his hand, countless tiny pupils opened in an instant, staring at Huai Shi's eyes with resentment.

Radiance from the abyss erupted from it.

"Wait for the grass mustard and feel the truth!"

A torrent of essa like a tsunami erupted from his palm, pouring into Huai Shi's body along with a massive amount of nightmares.

Huai Shi's eyes darkened, and he felt that his soul seemed to be separated from his body...... It flew backwards under the impetus of the old ghost.

Behind him, a black vortex emerged out of thin air, and countless deformed limbs stretched out, pulling Huai Shi's soul to pull him into the deepest part of the rotten dream.

"Witness the truth!"

The broken head grinned, and with countless nightmarish visions that could only be found in front of Huai Shi.

The essence of the abyss and the philosophy of rotten dreams are constantly emerging from Huai Shi's consciousness, constantly consuming his will to rebel, to root everything in his soul deeply.

Transform him into a spinner of rotten dreams.

"Receive the gift of the Great Spirit, the lucky one chosen by the good night. ”

The old face smirked, "Say goodbye to the decaying world, from now on, you will be our companion and become a sober person in this sad world!"

In a trance, Huai Shi felt that he was engulfed in endless darkness, the world fell apart in front of him, and everything shattered into phantoms like a dream.

The real and the false were reversed, and the endless dreams of madness swallowed him up.

In just a moment, it is better than tens of millions of years.

In the captivity of endless darkness, the brilliance in Huai Shi's pupils gradually faded, and in the end, only darkness remained. In the endless darkness, only a warm and kind light awaits ahead.

"Come on!

The old priest smiled and spread his hands in the light: "Embrace the only truth in this world and accept the supreme salvation from the good night......"

"Before I do that, I'll ask a question......"

In a deep sleepiness and trance, Huai Shi subconsciously asked, "Does your company have overtime pay?"

"......" the old man was stunned.

"There should always be paid time off, right?" Huai Shi asked again: "Five insurances and one housing fund?"

"Does your company have an exclusive access to the car? VIP lounge?

Dissatisfaction appeared in the empty pupils, and Huai Shi asked: "I'm an artist anyway, there should always be a signing fee, right? What about exposure activities? Are you ready to brush up on the popularity? Hot search headlines have to be bought for at least a few months, right?"

“......”

"Nothing?"

He frowned, woke up from the nightmare, opened his eyes, and looked at the hideous wreckage in front of him: "Then you are too embarrassed to come out and cheat money?"

Rumble!

The hammer of pain lifted and aimed at the old face he had just grown, and smashed it down.

Plasma flies.

In the midst of the screams, the palm that grabbed Huai Shi burst out with infinite force, throwing Huai Shi out violently, flying like a cannonball, and smashing into countless wriggling flesh and blood.

"Stubborn!"

The enraged old priest raised his hand again and slowly shook it towards Huai Shi, but immediately after, his hand was blown out.

In the large shield array that was opened, Lattice 1-1 and Lattice 1-2 had already walked out with shields on their shoulders, and they were holding a pistol, moving forward step by step, alternately taking cover.

The bullets that shot from that pistol were extremely strange, and each bullet that hit the old priest would explode a bloody hole in his body, and the wound could not be healed, and it was sneering.

When you change the magazine, you can see the red bullets carved from the hedrons.

Their movements were swift, and under alternate shooting and cover, they immediately came to Huai Shi's face.

Crystal Grid 1-1 took out a mountain-opening axe, and simply cut off the flesh and blood that was entangled in Huai Shi, pulling him up, regardless of the flesh tentacles clinging to his arm, and galloped wildly.

Soon, Huai Shi was dragged back behind the bunker.

He turned around and shouted, "Booster, immediately!"

"No, no, no, I'm still alive. ”

Huai Shi coughed and got up from the ground, casually tore off the entangled tentacles on her body, and threw them on the ground to crush them.

In the same place, in the rain of bullets, the old sacrifice has become full of holes.

But there were constantly fleshy tentacles extending from his wounds, wriggling, forming distorted limbs and organs, and the outline of the original human form was completely invisible.

[Ranged strikes are in place.] 】

The mechanized voice of the Yanshi sounded from the channel: [Prepare for the Impact]

A roaring sound erupted, the dome broke, and the pungent smell spread instantly.

The torrent swept.

The waterlike light poured in from behind the dome, causing Huai Shi to raise her head in amazement, and the corners of her eyes jumped wildly: it was all alchemical fuel, and once it exploded, it would be enough to send them to the sky!

This is the rhythm of their heroic sacrifice!

With a roaring sound, behind the gaps in the walls, far away, the shelling module quickly descended above the rails.

Only this time there was an extra figure beside the cannon body.

Andrea.

Holding the cannon beside him, the scholar from the Ivory Tower raised his finger in the distance and gestured in a pistol pose.

Invisible trigger pull.

“biang!”

She whispered softly.

In the next moment, a little bit of fire burst out of thin air from the surging alchemy fuel, turning into a terrible frenzy in an instant.

In the dazzling light of the fire, the endless flame melt was restrained by invisible power.

All the alchemy fuel evaporated in an instant, turning into a part of the terrifying temperature, and all the heat was violently stimulated, and it was tightly bound between the narrow square inches.

A vague figure was formed.

It's as if a god in the flames has descended.

Under thermodynamics and the control of Shalamanda, Andrea articulates this destructive power in a straightforward way.

As the flames swept away, there was nothing left.

Whether it's the old man who is constantly being reborn, or the eroding flesh on the walls, or everything that doesn't matter in the hall.

All of them were buried in the fire.

Eventually, as the flames shrank, only the 'tower-shaped' emblem of an ivory tower burned brightly, proving that this had just happened.

Huai Shi gasped and waved back to Andrea in thanks.

Andrea winked at him as well, and as the shelling module lifted off again, it went somewhere else.

It wasn't until the old ghost was left with no bones left that lattice 1-1 staggered back two steps, sat down on the ground, and weakly raised his hand to signal for rescue.

Huai Shi immediately took out the sacrificial knife and cut the broken gloves and cuffs of the lattice 1-1.

The tentacles of flesh had torn through his armor and sunk into his arms.

The lattice 1-1 was ruthless, ready to cut off the arm, but Huai Shi grabbed the hand holding the knife.

"Wait. ”

He took out the blood vial he had prepared in advance from his pocket, tore off the lid directly, and poured the poisonous blood plasma on his arm.

In a snorting sound, Lattice 1-1 suppressed cries of pain.

Soon, the tentacles of the flesh were gone, and patches of mold-like erosion appeared on the mutilated flesh, and the bones were visible.

The effect of fighting poison with poison is outstanding, but emergency treatment can only go so far.

Huai Shi rubbed his arm roughly, and after pulling out his poison, he handed over the rest to the medics. Immediately after spraying a layer of spray, a mechanical splint was attached to his arm, and the injury was no longer visible.

Lattice 1-1 saluted Huai Shi, got up and motioned for his subordinates to clean up the mess, and then prepared to set off again.

Without giving them any respite, a new mission was assigned from the Yanshi.

The group of psychotics of the Good Night Society finally sensed that something was wrong and began to riot and resist, but the general trend had already passed, and they had already been divided into different places, waiting for the legion to be wiped out.

There are many tasks, but this time there is no Huai Shi in the mission.

Soon, Tony's annoyed voice sounded in the headphones: "A5, A5, I messed up, I ran away, damn, this time it capsized in the gutter......"

"I'll be there right away. ”

Huai Shi replied, picked up his sword from the ground, waved goodbye and was about to leave, but was stopped by the lattice 1-1.

He picked up Huai Shi's pistol from the ground, then withdrew his magazine, loaded several red spar bullets into it, and handed it to Huai Shi.

"Blessed bullets, they can effectively kill and injure hellish creatures. ”

He saluted Huai Shi and said goodbye: "Have a good trip, sir." ”

"Ah, okay. ”

Huai Shi borrowed the gun and stuffed it into the saddle bag, waved at them, turned around and grabbed the falling steel rope and quickly climbed up.

In mid-air, he pressed the headset: "This is Huaishi, what's going on?"

"I was run away by a sacrifice. ”

In the midst of the run, Tony panted and reported, "I'm a step late...... That guy has run out of the lockdown and out into public, is the sniper in position?

There was a roar and a loud bang from the other end of the headset, and there was a faint roar of 'good night forever'.

This was followed by the sound of an explosion.

Dense gunfire rang out, and the headset hung up.

And as the rope went up, Huai Shi also heard the gunshots gradually approaching.

He clenched the sword of virtue and was ready, rushing out of it the moment the deck flipped up.

Then I saw a small messy square.

Many travelers have already crossed the streets, and several walking corpses from the Good Night Party are shooting at gunpoint, causing chaos.

Several other travelers have already been held hostage.

From the exit of the underground passage, a half-broken figure slowly walked out.