Want world peace, want humanity to unite, want a better future or let justice win forever... Compared to this too extravagant wish, killing something is actually a very simple thing.

Because life is so fragile.

Before arriving at the legend of the fourth-level star, everything is a mortal.

No matter what kind of miracle incarnation or what kind of sublimator, once it is cut through the throat and pierces the heart, death is what is going to happen naturally.

In other words, if something is destroyed and can be found, it is much simpler than creating something worth looking forward to.

This is what the so-called murder is.

A shortcut, a general solution, even if not the best choice, can always solve urgent problems, so that bad misconduct can be cured, and a messy incident can be solved with a clean and neat solution.

If you want to be lazy and pursue cost-effectiveness, nothing is more suitable than this method.

Therefore, the stolen frame, the magistrate, and even the judge came into being.

From the first day of birth, I have been thinking schemingly about how to clean up, eliminate or even massacre heresy in a way that maximizes efficiency.

Through ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent inspiration, we created tools like 'Van Helsing'.

The Origin Book of Genesis Chapter 1 in the Holy Book was cited to capture the legend of vampires and create this "our heresy" that allows for temporary existence in the light.

Incredible killing skills and irrefutable precepts, impose unforgivable original sin and indelible piety, and ultimately achieve great achievements that cannot be ignored and dark history that cannot be existed.

"I know your behavior, you are laboring, persevering, and jealous of evil, and have tested those fake apostles and exposed their masks..."

In the pale mist, a hoarse whisper came.

Immediately afterwards, the color of blood burst out, dyeing a ray of lingering white mist with a ray of desolate redness.

In the roar of the wolf-changer, a erratic figure was moving forward, slashing the knife and axe in his hand, and murmured softly: "I know your behavior, you are just a living reputation, but in fact you are dead..."

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

"You must repent, and remember the lessons you have learned and heard before, and obey them. If you are not awake, I will come like a nightmare, suddenly when you unexpectedly..."

In this way, preach to the deceased.

This is the final sacred sermon.

There is no need to deliberately seek it, naturally, breathing smoothly as if it does not exist.

It was obviously a cold-blooded creature, but under the intensification of silver, the surging blood seemed to boil, ignited him, burned him, and walked through the mist of death to create more deaths.

With the wolf roaring, more and more wolf transformers gathered and rushed into the fog. But Lei Feizhou staggered back and tried his best to pull out the arrow nailed to his neck.

I don’t know if it’s severe pain or hatred, but my broken face becomes more and more ferocious.

However, even if the arrow was pulled out, the wound did not heal as expected, and there was no pain. Only the cold numbness completely necrotic.

This is the lethality that even humans and wolves who inherit divine bloodline cannot be repaired.

"What kind of poison is it!"

"It's chocolate."

Someone looked at his faint wolfish face and whispered softly in his ears, "I wiped chocolate on the knife."

Lei Feizhou turned his head in a panic, but saw the black shadow hanging upside down on the ceiling ignoring the gravity, and the axe blade that lifted from bottom to top towards his face.

The dark green axe blade is filled with a refreshing sweet fragrance.

Lei Feizhou subconsciously leaned back.

Immediately afterwards, the iron and the bones collided, and sparks actually broke out.

The cracks intertwined, and an inverted cross was chiseled from the face of the thunder flying boat, and blood gushed out.

Before he could react, the black shadow swung a short knife from mid-air and penetrated into the lungs of Lei Feizhou. As his wrist twisted, he tore the roar brewing in it apart.

The pair of eyes stained with blood appeared in front of the Thunder Flying Boat again, with a burning fire.

The whistling of the wind finally started from Huai Shi's hands.

He swung the heavy axe blade above his head and slashed towards Lei Feizhou's face again!

At the last moment, Lei Feizhou had only time to crush the amulet on his neck.

collapse!

The axe blade rubbed sparks between the dark five fingers.

Blocked!

Sharp nails popped out of the Thunder Flying Boat's fingers, instantly turning into the blade-like blackness, and the broken palms also instantly grew new bones, flesh and dark hair.

With the hoarse roar, the body of the Thunder Flying Boat was rising step by step, and the bones on the head made a twisted sound, the nose bones extended, and the eye sockets were deep.

In a blink of an eye, the essence of a human and a wolf was revealed from the past disguise.

Between the strands of hair, a faint light suddenly burst out. Just a wave of hand left a dazzling trace in the air, tearing the hindrance plate to pieces, like thin paper.

The narrow room fell apart in an instant, and even the silver mist was blown away in the strong wind caused by lightning, revealing the devastated blood and wreckage.

And the other palm, which was several times thicker, roared and smashed towards Huai Shi's face!

The fist wrapped around the lightning hit the handle of the axe and knocked Huai Shi away, hitting the wall, almost smashing him out of the cabin and throwing him into the sea.

Feeling the numbness from his arms, Huai Shi gasped violently, raised her head, and stared at Lei Feizhou who was beyond recognition: "This dress is good, you should have it out earlier."

The wolfish face became more and more distorted.

Obviously, this state is not something he can use as he wants to use it.

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

But once taken out, it is enough to control the situation.

Now, with his roar, the wolf-turned people in the corridor tore the walls and rushed into the cabin, completely surrounding the place, and the mist that was hiding disappeared without a trace.

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

"You made one mistake."

Huai Shi applied the poisonous sword oil again on the sword and axe, and replied calmly: "I never thought about escaping."

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

"Just for a npc?"

A npc?

Is it just a npc?

Huai Shi lowered her head and looked at the blood-stained dictionary in her arms, without an answer.

He actually had a lot to say, and wanted to tell the inspector behind Lei Feizhou: Many people, like you, have become sublimators, regard everything as a luxury game...even if we don't live in the game.

They will mess everything up without scruples and respect, leaving a mess all over the ground, and then smile and say to you, relax, this is just a game, I don't intend to hurt you, it's just that you are just an NPC.

But for those who die because of this, it is not a game.

Death is real, cruel and sad, and disgusting. No matter how many times you experience it, there will be no change.

It shouldn't be something that can be smoothed out with a light excuse and reason.

But at the end of the day, it makes no sense to say this.

Relying on weak language alone, we can never convince anyone else, otherwise why would the trial house exist and why did we create something like Van Helsing?

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

There are also those dead old men, women and children who have lost their temperature and are lying in pools of blood, and their empty pupils reflecting the desolate world.

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

No one knows it, no one remembers it.

In addition to Huai Shi himself.

So he held the knife and axe tightly and replied softly: "Yes, just for a npc."

"I believe what Yin Yan said now. You are not Ai Qing..." The inspector behind Lei Feizhou sneered: "At least, she will not be as stupid as you."

"Is that true? You may not have seen her angry look?"

Huai Shi stared at the human and wolf calmly, and told him through the many out-of-control people who turned into wolves, "But no matter what, I have to thank you."

Thank you, once again, I reminded me how powerless I am, who "can't even save a NPC."

At that moment, the knife and the axe collided in Huai Shi's hands. The witch hunter raised his blood-red pupils and grinned, revealing hideous dog teeth that were exactly the same as them to the beasts.

"Come!"

He took a step forward.

The sound of steel squealing in the bursting sparks was slashing with swords and axes!

The tight bowstring broke in this moment.

A brief calm was broken, like the ice surface rupture, bursting out with turbid waves in the roar.

In the roar of the wolf-turned man, blood gushed out from under the axe blade, dyeing the pale face red. He took the second step, and moved forward among the surging out of control!
To be continued...