I want world peace, I want humanity to come together, I want a better future, or justice will always prevail...... Compared to this kind of extravagant desire, killing something is actually a very simple matter.

Because life is inherently so fragile.

Before reaching the Legend of the Fourth-Order Starfish, all things were mortal.

No matter what kind of miracle incarnation, what kind of sublimation person, once the throat is cut and the heart is pierced, then death is a natural thing that is about to happen.

In other words, if you can find a result by destroying something, it is far easier than creating something worth looking forward to.

That's what it means to kill people.

A shortcut, a universal solution, even if not the best option, can always solve the urgent need, calm the bad gaffe, and make a mess of events get a neat solution.

If you want to be lazy and pursue value for money, there is nothing more suitable than this method.

Hence the stake, the inquisition, and even the inquisitor.

From the very first day of his birth, he was thinking about how to clean, sweep away, and even slaughter heretics in the most efficient way.

Through 99 percent sweat and 1 percent inspiration, a tool like Van Helsing was created.

Invoking the source of the Genesis chapter of the Holy Text, he extracted the legend of the vampire and created this 'heretic that belongs to us', allowing the monster to exist in the light for the time being.

Imparting incredible killing techniques and indisobedient precepts, imposing unforgivable original sins and indelible piety, the result is a great achievement that cannot be ignored and a dark history that cannot be ignored.

"I know your deeds, your toil, your long-suffering, your jealousy, your betrayal of the false apostles, and your unmasking ......"

In the white mist, there was a hoarse murmur.

Immediately afterward, the color of blood burst out, dyeing the lingering white mist with a bleak red.

From the roar of the wolf muter, a flickering figure moved forward, slashing off the knife and axe in his hand, and whispered: "I know your deeds, you are only living in vain, but in fact you are dead......"

Huai Shi stepped forward, feeling the madness and anger burning between his chest, raised his scarlet pupils, swept with a short knife, and cut off the head in front of him.

"Repent, remember the lessons you have received and heard, and keep them. If you don't wake up, I'll be like a nightmare, and I'll come to ...... when you don't expect it."

In this way, preach to the dead.

This is the final divine sermon.

There is no need to deliberately seek, and it is natural to breathe smoothly as if it does not exist.

He was obviously a cold-blooded creature, but under the intensification of silver, the surging blood seemed to boil, igniting him, incinerating, and walking through this fog of death to create more death.

With the wolf howl, more and more wolf mutants converged and rushed into the mist. But Lei Feizhou staggered back, and with all his might, pulled out the arrow nailed to his neck.

I don't know whether it was severe pain or abhorrence, and the broken face became more and more hideous.

But even when the arrow was pulled out, the wound did not heal as expected, and there was not even pain, only cold numbness—complete necrosis.

This is a lethality that even a human wolf with a divine bloodline cannot repair.

"What kind of poison the hell!"

"It's chocolate. ”

Someone looked at his vaguely wolfish face and whispered in his ear, "I smeared chocolate on my knife." ”

Lei Feizhou turned his head in horror, but he saw the black shadow hanging upside down on the ceiling in defiance of gravity, and the axe blade that was raised towards his face from the bottom up.

The dark green blade of the axe ripples with a refreshing sweet fragrance.

Lei Feizhou subconsciously leaned back.

Immediately after, the iron and the bone collided, and sparks were rubbed together.

The cracks were staggered, and an inverted cross sign was chiseled out of the face of the thunder flying boat, and blood gushed out.

Before he could react, a black shadow swung a short knife from mid-air and penetrated into Lei Feizhou's heart, tearing the roar brewing in it with the twist of his wrist.

The pair of blood-stained eyes appeared in front of Lei Feizhou again, with a burning fire.

The howling of the wind finally lifted from Huai Shi's hands.

The heavy axe blade that was picked up to the top of his head slashed down towards Lei Feizhou's face again!

At the last moment, Lei Feizhou only had time to crush the talisman around his neck.

Collapse!

The blade of the axe sparked between the pitch-black fingers.

Blocked!

Sharp nails popped out of Lei Feizhou's fingers, turning black like blades in an instant, and the mutilated palms grew new bones, flesh, and dark hair in an instant.

With a hoarse roar, Lei Feizhou's body rose and unleashed, the bones of his head made a steel-twisted sound, his nose bones extended, and his eye sockets were sunken.

In an instant, the essence of a human wolf was revealed under the former disguise.

Between the strands of hair, there was a faint burst of electric light, and with a wave of his hand, he left a dazzling residue in the air, tearing the obstructive hatch like tissue paper.

The cramped room crumbled apart in an instant, and even the silver mist was blown away by the wind of thunder and lightning, revealing a devastated blood and wreckage.

And the other palm, which was several times thicker, smashed out towards Huai Shi's face in the midst of a roar!

The fist wrapped around the thunder light smashed into the handle of the axe, knocking Huai Shi away and smashing against the wall, almost throwing him out of the cabin and into the sea.

Feeling the tingling sensation coming from his arm, Huai Shi gasped violently, raised his head, and stared at Lei Feizhou, who was unrecognizable: "This dress is good, you should have taken it out earlier." ”

The wolf's face became more and more distorted.

Obviously, this state is not something he can use casually if he wants to take it out.

The limited gifts of the gods never allow their servants to squander.

But once it is taken out, it is enough to influence the tide of battle.

Now, with his roar, the wolf-shapers in the hallway tore through the walls and stormed into the cabin, completely encircling the place, and the fog from which they had taken refuge was gone.

Lei Feizhou sneered: "I have to say, you missed the last chance to escape." ”

"You're getting one thing wrong. ”

Huai Shi re-smeared the poisonous sword oil on the knife and axe, and replied calmly, "I never thought about escaping. ”

Lei Feizhou was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile mockingly:

"Just for an NPC?"

An NPC?

Is it just an NPC?

Huai Shi lowered her head, looked at the blood-stained dictionary in her arms, and did not answer.

He actually has a lot to say, and he wants to tell the supervisor behind Lei Feizhou: Many people are like you, after becoming sublimators, they treat everything as a luxury game...... Even if we don't live in the game.

They'll make a mess of everything without scruples or respect, act recklessly, leave a mess all over the place, and then giggle and say to you, relax, it's just a game, I'm not trying to hurt you, you're just an NPC.

But for those who die because of it, it's not a game.

Death is real, cruel and sad, disgusting. No matter how many times you experience it, nothing will change.

It shouldn't be something that can be erased with frivolous excuses and justifications.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't make sense to say any of that.

Weak language alone will never convince anyone—otherwise why would there be a place for the Inquisition, and why would such a thing as Van Helsing be created?

For some reason, Huai Shi suddenly remembered the village in the record again.

And then there are the dead old people, the women and the children—the rickety bodies that have lost their temperature lie in pools of blood, their empty pupils reflecting the barren world.

They died silently like weeds in a trivial struggle sixty years ago.

No one knows, no one remembers.

Except for Huai Shi herself.

So, he clenched his axe and replied softly, "Yes, just for an NPC." ”

"I believe what Yin Yan said now, you really aren't Ai Qing......" The supervisor behind Lei Feizhou sneered: "At least, she won't be as stupid as you." ”

"Really, you probably didn't see her angry, did you?"

Huai Shi stared calmly at the human wolf, and told him through the many wolf-like runaways: "But no matter what, I have to thank you." ”

Thank you, and once again remind me of how powerless I am when I can't even save an NPC.

At that moment, the knife and axe collided in Huaishi's hand, and the witcher raised his blood-red pupils and grinned, revealing the same hideous canine teeth as the beasts.

"-come!"

He took a step forward.

From the burst of sparks, the sound of steel roaring, slashing with knives and axes!

The tight bowstring snapped in an instant.

The brief calm was shattered, as if the ice had cracked, bursting into a roaring wave.

In the wolf's roar, blood gushed out from under the axe's blade, staining the pale face. He took the second step, from the midst of the surging out-of-control, forward!

Ignoring the tearing hole in his back, Huai Shi raised the axe and slashed again!

Flesh and bones crumbled, and shattered heads and limbs flew into the air. Immediately after, the short knife stabbed forward, penetrated into the throat, and swung horizontally, swaying a blood-colored slice.

Countless blue-purple blood vessels emerged from the top of the neck and extended upward, covering Huai Shi's face like layers of spider silk.

Plasma mixed with silver and various alchemical potions had already injected a pulse from the needle beneath the cuff, bringing him an endless stream of pain and strength.

It's like drinking a donkey to quench your thirst.

But his consciousness became extremely calm, like ice and iron thrown into the deep sea.

Knives and axes swung in his hands, drawing intricate arcs and fleeting traces of blood.

Huai Shi raised his hand and shot the last crossbow arrow behind him, ignoring the guy who was nailed to the wall, but opened his mouth, biting the throat of a wolf mutant, gulping down the blood that represented life, and then tearing his throat, making up for the fatal blow with the axe blade.

The wolf venom mixed in his blood flowed through his body, and was killed by the toxins in his blood.

He's moving forward.

In the midst of the siege of blood and death, roar loudly.