[Warning, no attack on staff in the event of a containment breach.] 】

[Warning, Uncontained......]

The voice of the system appeared in Jiang Hai's head, and it kept echoing, making Jiang Hai have a splitting headache.

Jiang Hai thought bitterly.

This is mandatory.

The wrist cutter employee was stunned for a moment, and the dead butterfly funeral in front of him seemed to be different from the honest and well-behaved dead butterfly funeral a few days ago, and he actually gave him three middle fingers?

It seems that Brother Die's skin is itchy.

The employee thought to himself.

Brother Die, no matter how much trouble he makes, he can't do too much harm to them, regular employees dressed in ego, so he can only bully and bully the clerical staff. It's an H-class anomaly, but that's it.

After thinking about it, the employees of the wrist cutter continued to oppress the dead butterfly funeral.

After finishing the oppression, the Wrist Cutter employee pouted, and he was unable to obtain the core fragment of the Dead Butterfly Burial Rite, nor the coffin of the Dead Butterfly Burial Rite.

The next employee will be a lonely employee in a T-class outfit, and similarly, he will be working on the funeral of the dead butterfly.

The dead butterfly funeral ceremony knew that soon, it would be able to go out.

——

After the oppression of the lonely employees is over, the reverse Kabbalah count of the dead butterfly funeral rites finally returns to zero.

Jiang Hai looked at the open door of the shelter and felt extremely emotional.

The day before yesterday, he was killed once.

Yesterday, he was killed sixteen times......

But it didn't do anything, it didn't hurt anyone, and it didn't even step through the door to its containment chamber.

Thinking of this, Jiang Hai is full of hatred for human beings, and it wants to make those employees who oppress him pay the price, let them know what cruelty is!

For the first time since he turned into an anomaly, Jiang Hai stepped out of the containment chamber, but ...... He walked out, no screams, no wailing, no employees crouching in the containment chamber.

Everyone walked as usual, acting according to their original plan, not noticing the funeral rites of the dead butterflies that had fled. This made Jiang Hai very sad.

Finally, a civilian noticed the existence of Brother Die.

"The big fluttering moth has come out—"

The big fluttering moth is what you can call it?!

Jiang Hai raised his hand and hit the pistol, and the white and black butterflies hit the civil servant one after another, and the civil servant's originally relaxed and even contemptuous expression immediately changed, he became nervous and frightened, and the eyes that looked at Brother Die were no longer the contempt just now.

The other civil servants finally found out that the dead butterfly funeral had escaped, and immediately moved closer to the dead butterfly funeral and raised their guns to shoot back.

But at this moment, Jiang Hai only felt that their bullets were weak and weak, and they didn't hurt when they hit their bodies, and they gradually became arrogant.

Is that all there is to it?

Let me show you what real shooting is!

I saw that the hands carrying the coffin behind the dead butterfly funeral instrument moved, moving the coffin in front of him, and after opening the coffin, the huge black and white butterflies gushed out, drowning all the clerical staff present.

Everyone slowly fell to the ground surrounded by butterflies, but their expressions were serene, and there was no fear of death at all, as if they had just fallen asleep and fallen into a good dream.

The butterfly lands on them, no longer flapping its wings, blending in with the employees and becoming their decoration.

Except for the funeral of the dead butterfly, all life is silent again.

——

Upon receiving the news of the Dead Butterfly's escape, the Director shifted his attention from the newly contained Anomaly to the area where the Dead Butterfly Funeral was located.

He stared at the screen, looking at the big fluttering moth that fled, and couldn't help but sigh that he was still a little helpless in the face of the dead butterfly funeral at the beginning, and there might be casualties when assigning employees to suppress the dead butterfly funeral, but now most of his employees can suppress the dead butterfly funeral independently.

"My employees have gotten stronger."

The Director said with some pride.

Now he looks at the funeral ceremony of the dead butterfly like a mascot, although the ordinary civil service still can't help it, but he can't do everything, and he has no time to take care of the life and death of the civil service.

At first, he felt guilty, but now, he looks at clerical work like a consumable.

However, as much as possible to keep his job, the supervisor still mobilized the strongest combat power of the training department, the elite of the training department, the hypocritical Evangeline, and then, the director set his eyes on the fantasy he had just received.

——

The Dead Butterfly Funeral Ritual looked at its three hands, and just now, it took the lives of five people.

But instead of feeling a trace of guilt, it felt more relaxed than ever, and even felt that it had given them relief.

"Have you been affected by the anomaly......

Jiang Hai muttered to himself.

The relaxation he felt when he killed the clerk was something he had never felt, and he guessed that it was due to the influence of the funeral rites of the dead butterfly.

The dead butterfly funeral has no desire for flesh and blood, and only wants to free the employees. It can't do that, and can only give them a moment of tranquility by killing them.

After depriving five employees of their lives, Jiang Hai also let go and calmly accepted the reality that he had become an anomaly.

According to common sense, if the anomaly escapes, the supervisor will definitely not let it go, and will definitely send employees to suppress the anomaly.

Think of the mimic employees who passed by earlier...... Jiang Hai felt a lot of pressure.

The employee wearing the ALEPH level ego still has an insurmountable strength gap with his current self, even if the three of them go together, he still has no chance of winning.

If the supervisor sent an employee wearing an A-class ego to suppress him, he would definitely die, there is no doubt about it!

He could only pray that the employees who came to suppress him were not those dressed in A-class egos.

However, he did not sit still, and he wanted to kill more civilians when the repressive employees arrived.

Jiang Hai looked at the slowly opening elevator door and found three surprised faces, among which there was another person he had seen before, the previous employee who was wearing a wrist cutter.

Jiang Hai mercilessly posed for a pistol, and then ......

"Ding~Ding~Dingding~Dingding~"

Before the civilian could react and draw his gun to return fire, he was already deprived of his life.

The Wrist Cutter employee sees the Dead Butterfly Funeral Rite's attack, but he doesn't dodge it, as the Wrist Cutter he wears has a high resistance to psychic damage.

His weapon deals psychic damage and has low psychic resistance to the Dead Butterfly Funeral Rite.

Moreover, a long time ago, he was able to independently suppress the Dead Butterfly Funeral Ritual, and now, although his equipment has not been upgraded, his four qualities have been improved, and he doesn't take the Dead Butterfly Funeral Ritual to heart.

The employee resisted Diego's attack, and at the same time, stabbed Diego with a dagger.

"How so?"

Contrary to what was expected, the Dead Butterfly Funeral Ritual not only dealt mental damage, but also corrosive damage, but his wrist cutter was weakly resistant to corrosive damage.

At the same time, he found that his dagger was no longer as sharp as before, and in the past, when it stabbed the dead butterfly funeral ritual, it could bring great shock to the other party's spirit, making its movements even more sluggish.

But this time is different.

The dead butterfly's funeral ritual was still agile, and it opened the coffin again at the elevator door. Piles of butterflies bury the wrist-cutter employees.

Jiang Hai, avenging the previous funeral of the dead butterfly.