Abyss Express

Foreword:

[There is no failure, only death in battle]

[—Ernest Miller Hemingway]

[Part①——Shadow in the Wall]

In the depths of the Great Pastoral Garden, in the connecting passage between the Beast Pen Hall and the Treasure Hall, and in the winding and complicated fork in the side room, there is a slender and twisted figure curled up in the corner.

——It was a deformed monster that would make people feel physically uncomfortable at a glance.

Just turned twenty-three.

One of Corman Sullivan's many experiments.

Director Koman's only successful experiment.

[VIP] cultivated in an artificial environment, using the blood of mountain demons and rotten dragons, and undergoing a blood donation ceremony.

He had no name, the Skull and Bones called him Little Sullivan—

—Little Sullivans like this abound in the cabinets of the Treasure Hall.

Whenever the chief came to inspect the pastoral garden, Director Keman would open the water storage tanks of the display cabinets one by one to display the children's corpses in the embalming fluid.

Director Keman will explain in detail why these failed products failed, at what step did they fail, and at what stage did their lives end?

For Skull and Bones, [Hua Sheng] is a very cruel selection mechanism.

Just like the survival of the fittest in nature, only a strong enough ternary quality can use the blood of the mountain demon to open the door of life, get rid of the body's rejection reaction, and obtain the powerful power of the dragon.

When human beings stop growing naturally in adulthood and enter young adults, it will be difficult to carry out the blood-giving ceremony of [Hua Sheng].

But Corman Sullivan succeeded.

He pulled the phenomenon of [Hua Sheng] evolved from eclogite down from the altar, screened out strong infants, and took care of them to grow up under the care of the hotbed.

The medullary brain and organs of the hunting passengers are supplemented with the flesh and blood of the disaster beasts, and these things are used as the feed for the experimental subjects, and they are fed to grow up.

Among them, the catastrophe monsters with the blood of the mountain demon will affect the growth of the experimental body's physical body.

Among them are the powerful nerves of the passenger's transformation, which will affect the growth of the experimental body's spiritual essence.

Many experimental subjects died in this kind of food with severe neurotoxins and the extremely insane raising environment.

There are 445 pillars in the whole treasure house.

In each column, there is a human urn.

In the human urn, the corpses of the losers were soaked in embalming fluid. The youngest of these experimental subjects was only three weeks old, and the oldest could not live to be thirty years old.

It is like the glorious history of Skull and Bones, the moment when human beings explore the extraordinary and get closest to the gods.

According to Corman Sullivan, it was all worth it because in the end they made it.

Little Sullivan survived—

——and grew dragon horns, dragon scales, dragon claws, dragon tails, and dragon eyes.

Although it doesn't have dragon wings, this experimental body has infinitely approached the offspring of Huasheng True Dragon.

His appetite is huge, his energy conversion rate is also very high, and his metabolism has always maintained an unbelievably efficient state of operation.

The organs in various parts of the body do not reject the true meaning of [meatism], which is to eat human flesh and turn it into new power.

Like the Calamity Beast of [Hua Sheng], Little Sullivan has successfully opened the [Life Door] between Calamity Beast and human beings.

As a result, through little Sullivan's blood serum and physical essence, countless blood recipients were born from the hotbed.

The treasurer of the Boke Hotel is one of them.

Her astonishing food intake and gigantic size are exactly the energy reserves for transforming into a butterfly.

Corman Sullivan himself, through the blood donation ceremony, became an old monster with dragon blood. He lived to be 122 years old, and he looked only in his forties.

His face stays forever, he will never grow old or die.

This is the price offered to people at the bottom of Mimir Hot Spring, the deal reached by the wounded dragon and the Skull and Bones—

——Skeletons will hunt and kill people, provide ternary quality, and mend the wounds of fierce dragons.

——The fierce dragon donated blood, provided the heirs of the disaster beast, and plucked the tiger's skin for the benefit of the skeleton society.

If we say that platform zero is like another Nine Worlds station.

Then Bokguan is another redstone rock band.

Damuyuan is another scientific research station.

The disaster beast guards of Dilong and Feilong are the green gold guards and Guangling Zhixi of platform zero.

The blood ceremony is another stone ceremony.

Rotten Dragon is another BOSS.

The big leader is another [Ms. Cat Climber] who is beside the rotten dragon.

The Crazy Butterfly also takes care of the creatures here, the Vita brand will not deliberately select patients, and Mrs. Bai will not care whether the meat she eats is good or bad.

However, this knockoff version of the station, apart from the organizational structure, is quite neat - other scientific research facilities and executive departments, including the entire entrepreneurial team.

——both heinous ogres.

I can't find any reason to forgive these grotesques. Even if the youngest and most innocent people are picked out of them, once they enter the state of cooking, they will have no remorse and will use human fingers as snacks.

About hunger --

——Hunger is the most straightforward and strongest source of power in the natural environment.

Relying on this neural signal, amniotes divide ecological niches round by round to build a food chain, and finally determine the top predator-Homo sapiens.

About fear-

——Fear is the purest and strongest emotion. It is also the most primitive and the power that can stimulate the natural evolution of Homo sapiens. When there was no pyroxene at the earliest, people could also rely on fear to complete the transformation, to transform into a butterfly, and to obtain Soul prestige.

There are many extraordinary human beings in the world who rely on mysterious fear to obtain transcendental spiritual power—they are called wizards, monks, alchemists, and seekers in history—and there are more strange legends that cannot be verified.

At this moment, little Sullivan did not move.

He curled up in the darkness, holding his breath, recalling all kinds of beautiful and sweet memories.

"Father, my father!"

He covered his face with his paws, unable to cover the protruding dragon kiss jawbone and bridge of nose.

"I can't feel the pressure of your inspiration. You died? Just died like this?"

He knelt beside the lecture hall of the Treasure Hall, staring at a light in the darkness——

——That's the portrait of the big boss, the one who raised him with Koman's father.

"Boss, my heart is broken! You often tell me to think about good things and not bad things, but when I think of my father"

Viscous tears dripped from between the claws and toes, and the reptilian nictitating membrane of the third eyelid became red.

Little Sullivan looked extremely sad, and the pain in his heart was beyond words.

He bowed his head, knelt in front of the auditorium and wept bitterly, wanting to bury his head in the floor, thinking of all the past events of the old days. It's all so beautiful, so warm.

- On his tenth birthday, he and his father chopped off the heads of six redstone rockers, and competed to eat them faster.

——At the age of thirteen, on the day of the Dionysus Festival, they went hunting in the tundra together. Once someone fell behind, they would swallow the whole body with the horse, which was really joyful.

——At the age of sixteen, my father captured six young girls and wanted to have more dragonborn children with little Sullivan, who was excellent and pure in blood. It's a pity that little Sullivan didn't understand the style, he just unscrewed the heads of the girls who were in the way, and then ate them clean.

——At that time, my father didn't blame little Sullivan either.

"How could anyone! Kill such a benevolent and kind father!"

The dragon's roar echoed in the chapel, angry and crazy.

Little Sullivan struggled, scratched his heart and lungs on the edge of the platform, rolled all over the floor, tore off all his decent clothes, revealing his red back scales and white belly.

His dragon horn hit the hard ground, and immediately dug out a deep hole.

"What a vicious man that is. What a horrible man. What a mad man!"

The strong fear made little Sullivan's body grow a pair of phantom dragon wings.

He has reached the final stage of turning into a butterfly——

——Just a little bit, just a little bit of fear, he can have soul power.

"I've always been just a little bit, just a little bit away from being a butterfly"

Little Sullivan whimpered and howled in grief.

"Is this also a kind of [meatism]? I didn't expect... to use Ni's death to strengthen my emotions. Is this the last gift you left me? Father!"

"I'm scared. After losing you, I don't know how to live in the future"

He saw the wings of the soul extending from his back gleaming.

"Without you, everything becomes strange. If one day, the big boss also leaves me, everything becomes cold. It's pitch black and I can't see anything anymore. My heart is torn apart and I can't spell anymore In full shape. I feel like...something is cracking."

It was as if the cocoon room was gradually cracking, and a complete body of soul power emerged from the body of the little Sullivan.

It was a pitch-black shadow, surrounded by mist between its ferocious spiny arms, and its powerful figure gradually became complete under the heavy and rapid breathing of little Sullivan.

It gently hugged little Sullivan's neck, like a lover, like a relative, like a father.

Little Sullivan tensed up, woke up from the grief, and finally saw the appearance of Hunwei clearly, but couldn't pronounce its real name——the suture life born in this complicated experiment is the same as Frankenstein , wanting to know the real name of [ego, id, superego] is as difficult as heaven.

"I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm really scared. Can you help me?" Little Sullivan hugged Hunwei tightly, tears streaming down his face.

The distorted soul power surrounded by black mist just patted little Sullivan's back lightly, and he didn't speak a word, pointing his finger at the door of the Treasure Hall in a very, very far direction.

"Well, the people who killed my father are in the pasture. I can feel their powerful spiritual power and I can hardly breathe. I dare not, I don't think about revenge, I can only hide, I My whole body is resisting—like the dragon blood in my body is yelling at me, asking me to run away, who is that? Is it [JOE]? When I was young, my father used the story of [JOE] to scare me Me, if I refuse to sleep well, there will be dragon slayers to kill me and turn me into jerky."

Hunwei still couldn't learn to speak, turned into a pure shadow, left little Sullivan, and walked towards the corridor.

It turned into a puddle of mud, and hid in the ground of the rocky cave, only a vague phantom could be seen.

Little Sullivan wailed—

"—Are you going to leave me too? My soul prestige. I got you with great difficulty! My father is dead, so I can get you! Do I want to kill the big leader too, the fear in my heart is doubled , you are willing to stay with me forever? I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to stay here alone. I.”

In an instant, the face of the deformed dragon man changed dramatically.

"Could it be that your actions are the true thoughts in my heart? You will not lie, you are my [soul majesty]. At this moment, my longing for my father has overcome my fear of death, so You will go to revenge without hesitation!?"

Little Sullivan's originally surprised, innocent and helpless expression became ferocious and determined.

"Okay! Go find him! Find the bastard who killed my father. He has swallowed his father's flesh and become stronger. If I can swallow his flesh, then my father will come back to me, back to me In my body, merge with me! It must be my soul power, you think so too, right? The great crazy butterfly will bring all living beings back together!"

Little Sullivan was roaring.

"Boss, at this moment, I understand your ideals. Both you and my father are my saviors and a light in my dark life!"

[Part②——Remember to pull the brakes]

Wen Bucai took off the lapis lazuli from Jason's wrist.

The Dacia man finally recovered a little sanity from the brink of madness.

Jason was already in the depths of the devil's lair. The more earth dragon creatures around him, the more he could always feel the huge spiritual pressure of the rotten dragon's real body from his strange and curious blood.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Bucai stuffed soup dumplings into Jason's mouth, like a wicked father with a child. After stuffing the food, he also held Jason's chin to help the baby chew.

The hot and spicy soup exploded in his mouth, and Jason's eyes became clear in an instant.

"Fuck!—Fuck! Fuck!"

Elegant Roman, standard Chinese.

Jason hasn't recovered yet: "What the hell happened to me?"

Jiang Xueming took out a new walkie-talkie from the weapon box and sent one to Jason and Meteor.

"You almost went crazy, just a little bit."

Jason's complexion was complicated, the jewelry on his wrist was gone, and his inspiration was not as sharp as before, so he felt much more relaxed. It's just that I was a little upset after receiving Jiang Xueming's help.

The waiter's eager greeting came from the intercom.

"Sir! How are you? Sir!"

Jason: "Not dead, alive and kicking."

Little waiter: "So you're not crazy, are you?"

Jason: "Whoah, Gulu, Haulala!"

Wen Bucai: "Where did he learn this murloc language?"

Jiang Xueming: "It should be "Hearthstone"."

Little waiter: "Sir, stop joking, make me happy every day. I won't cry! Don't worry, I won't cry!"

Only then did Jason return to normal: "Because the question you asked is a bit outrageously mentally retarded. What do you mean [are you not crazy?]——It's really hard for me to understand."

At this time, Bu Meteor had just pushed open the door of the nursery, and behind the nursery was the hotbed.

Behind the heavy stone gate, Meteor just took a peek, almost leaving his soul here.

——Sixteen rows of earth dragon eggs stretched all the way forward, count carefully, there are more than 400 in total.

These oval eggs of different sizes look very scary.

Their shells are soft, a thin layer of fleshy membrane, in which the bone veins of the earth dragon and the weak wings of the flying dragon can be recognized.

On these pink soft shells, there are ferocious blood vessels, which leak yellow high-temperature slurry, and the brass shower head sprays warm water to maintain the air humidity in the nursery.

When the water mist falls on these egg shells, it emits a turbulent steam.

Many small animals in the egg shells were restless, and seemed to sense abnormal inspiration pressure, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, they wanted to protect themselves, and immediately broke out of their shells.

Four or five earth dragon reptiles have just emerged from their egg shells, and before they can climb out a few steps, they seem to have died prematurely, losing energy and dying halfway.

There are also four-toed paw prints in the eggs. These little beasts immediately opened the eggshells and fled, but they didn't have enough strength, so they could only stay in the eggs obediently and continue to taste the great fear before dying.

not only that--

——Meteor also saw rows of "nursing cubicles" standing farther away.

It's more like a nursing cubicle than a wet nurse's workshop.

The cubicles are separated by strips of green medical curtains, and the beds are erected.

There are many women tied to the bed. Tubes were inserted into the bodies of these women, and their bodies were tightly hugged by straitjackets. They could not see any skin, and they could only be judged to be humanoid women from the rough outline of their bodies.

Judging by the color of the rubber tube, it is probably glucose and urinary tubes—after a while, other nannies hugged the little Dilong to fetch milk and feed it.

These free-moving nannies all looked in a trance.

Asking Meteor to take a closer look, his neurons trembled and almost collapsed at this moment.

The reason why these women can move freely is because of the head injury. Part of their skull was removed, the frontal lobe was exposed, and their eyes were gouged out.

They have strong vitality, and their half-open heads can strengthen inspiration, identify strange life forms, and raise these rotten dragon offspring according to maternal instinct.

Another look at the delivery room——

— Meteor is almost going crazy.

It was a place more vicious and chaotic than hell.

There is a bipedal dragon doctor, wearing a white hat and mask, taking out a baby from a mother's stomach.

Babies covered in blood don't cry when they're born, they just laugh and play with the flexible umbilical cord.

The wild laughter of the parturient came from the delivery room, as if celebrating the birth of a great life, and celebrating the joy of raising a new generation of experimental subjects in the transformed body.

Just a sudden intrusion of meteors——

——Let all the staff in the hotbed be vigilant.

One of them looks like the person in charge.

Oh no--

— in charge of the dragon.

It should be said so.

The dragon in charge was so proud that he didn't seem to realize what happened, and he didn't receive any news from outside at all.

Corman Sullivan was the brains of the ranch.

After brain death, the whole mechanism can still function for a while.

The dragon in charge shook the summoning bell lightly, calling for the guards and waiters like the passengers of the Abyss Railway.

——Be graceful in your gait, and be pompous.

A "ding--"

Jiang Xueming got under Meteor's armpit and pushed the door completely open.

Immediately afterwards, the responsible dragon became nervous and impatient.

Another "jingle bell—"

Wen Bucai crawled out from under Meteor's other arm, and stood at the entrance of the pavilion of the hotbed, covering his nose with disgust on his face.

"Oh my god! This place is like an endless purgatory, what happened to me, the boss wants me to do this kind of hard work"

The responsible dragon's way of ringing the summoning bell became savage and brutal.

"jingle--"

"jingle--"

"jingle--"

Jason walked in and took a look.

Then fainted——

——Let's go through the process.

Dizzy very fast.

I just don't have time to write how I fell down.

It's the same as sudden death.

Fortunately, Mr. Wen Bucai was quick. Before Jason fainted, Jiu Kuang grabbed Guanglingsan's steamed buns and stuffed them into Jason's mouth before rescuing him.

Jason came back to his senses and watched all this.

He immediately exploded, like the boss who touched the switch of a 10,000-volt transformer cabinet—the whole person turned into an exploding head.

"You son of a bitch! I'm going to slaughter all of you beasts! No one will be left behind!"

Wen Bucai covered his mouth as he watched from the side: "Oh oh oh oh. It's changed into Victor's hairstyle. It's amazing and talented."

"Give me the gun!" Jason yelled, "I'm going to shoot these bastards!"

no answer-

— a little embarrassing.

But as long as the dragon in charge continues to ring the bell.

Jason wasn't the most awkward.

"jingle--"

Jiang Xueming showed off the weapons on his body, there was nothing extra.

"I didn't prepare a meeting gift for you. I'm sorry. To be reasonable, you shouldn't have the face to ask me for it, right?"

"jingle--"

Bu Meteor showed off his equipment.

"I'm out of bullets, I'm going to tear it up with my hands, together?"

"jingle--"

Wen Bucai handed Jason the right-handed M500 revolver.

Jason immediately fired——

——In the strong backseat, the hot gun barrel jumped up and hit the bridge of his nose, and the wrist bones were also contused instantly.

The bullet shattered a large arm of the responsible dragon.

The dragon didn't seem to have reacted yet, it just followed the conditioned reflex and shook its arm again.

The bell fell in the delivery room and fell into the belly of the parturient.

Maternal cursing——

"—You really pick your timing! Are you serious?! You want to make trouble when I just give birth? Damn it, wait until I sew up the wound! I'm going to cut your baby Serve the wine! Why are you standing still! Nurses! Guards! Kill these intruders!"

Jason stared at the star, was hit hard by the M500, and was about to fall, Wen Bucai took back the hand cannon in time, supported Jason, and threw him to the side of the stone gate.

"I don't know where this guy got angry. This kind of skill is very suitable for making troubles in the bridal chamber-the way he finds excuses to eat is too artistic."

Jiang Xueming didn't talk nonsense, just fired his gun——

——After that, it was nothing more than fighting and killing, without talking all the way.

After Meteor's injuries were healed by the panacea, he drew out his stick, held the light sword and iron knight in one hand, and held the warhammer and ritual staff in the other. Like a gust of wind, he charged towards the nurse's station in the hotbed.

The two firing points behind him took alternate cover, destroying all resistance in the nursery and nursing cubicle almost instantly.

There were not many guns here, and the defense force was very weak. In just a few minutes, there was no living creature in the entire three-story hotbed pavilion.

Meteor also took a special look at the woman imprisoned in the breast-feeding cubicle. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it, but the SAN value dropped again.

These breast-feeding tools have lost most of their brain tissue, only the medulla oblongata connects the brainstem and the scattered brain tissue responsible for physiological activities, wrapped in a sterile film, they can no longer be considered human beings.

Their skin and bones have been savagely taken away by rough surgical procedures, and they are probably sent to the rotten dragon to repair their bodies.

Meteor went to Wen Bucai and asked for a hundred 9mm par bombs. With the blaze of the samurai blade, the lives of these horrible monsters were ended.

all evil--

—all extinguished in the gunfire.

At this moment, no matter how strong Jiang Xueming's nerves were, his weakness was exposed in this hell on earth.

"Can we really, slay this dragon? Can we win? I just want to win!"

Wen Bucai: "Yes."

Jiang Xueming gritted his teeth, clasped his nails tightly on his palm, and cut open the bloody wound: "There are so many people working for it! There are so many people, I'm afraid I'm not capable enough!"

Wen Bucai patted Jiang Xueming on the shoulder, just like Xueming—his eyes were as cold as obsidian: "There is only death in battle, there is no defeat."

An inexplicable spiritual pressure struck.

at the same time--

——Wen Bucai suddenly turned his head and stared at Dashimen.

Jiang Xueming also turned his head, he felt a sharp and painful pressure of inspiration coming, it is a strong enemy!

Jason Megan's body floated up slowly, as if an invisible invisible person was controlling his unconscious body.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Bu Meteor threw the stick and cane abruptly, trying to disperse this source of resentful and vicious inspiration!

Jason held the cane tightly in his hand, and it became his weapon instead!

At that moment, Jason opened his eyes suddenly.

The original blue pupils became pitch black.

"Bu Meteor, you killed Corman Sullivan?! Is that you?!"

A pair of jet-black dragon wings spread behind Jason, vibrating the air and blowing a gust of wind.

Wen Bucai: "Fire."

Jiang Xueming: "Where are you going?"

Wen Bucai: "It doesn't matter if it's the head."

Jiang Xueming: "."

Wen Bucai: "Are you being soft? We have a panacea."

Jiang Xueming: "This distance is a bit difficult for me. If you want me to kill him, it's very easy, but if you want me to keep him alive, it's very difficult. Moreover, I can't understand at all what strange things happened to him."

Wen Bucai: "It's the enemy's soul power, very difficult to deal with, very vicious thoughts, controlling his body. If it touches us, we will also lose control of our body."

"I want you to pay with blood!" Jason Megan, completely under the control of Soul Might, swung the iron knight's warhammer, only seeing meteors in his eyes, turning a blind eye to the scorching muzzle of the gun: "Come and try? You can just splash it!" bullet!"

Little Sullivan's strange smile came from Jason's mouth.

"Hey hey hey. Hahahahaha. Are you [meat eaters] too? Same as us! Want to kill your compatriots to gain strength?! Heroes! Please witness! The show begins!"

"boom--"

Jason's entire lower body was severed, and the bullet cut him in half.

Wen Bucai: "I'm sorry I couldn't hold back"

Jiang Xueming: "I don't blame you. I've wanted to do this for a long time. Finally, I have the opportunity to avenge myself. What a pity."

Little Sullivan didn't expect these two killing stars to be so decisive!

Without any hesitation, the shot was made almost instantly.

Jason's body crawled around on the floor, trying to find the panacea on his body, stop the bleeding, and continue fighting.

"How did this happen! How did this happen?! How did this happen?"

Little Sullivan was puzzled, could these guys really kill their companions mercilessly?

It doesn't matter!

--It doesn't matter! Just change your body, just change another.

The black mist condensed and formed under Jason's body, like a bottomless quagmire, wriggling quickly, moving to another corpse in the mixed shadows and under the confused lights.

"I saw it." Wen Bucai's pupils moved quickly.

"I locked it." Jiang Xueming's pupils were already in focus.

Wen Bucai: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Jiang Xueming: "Wait for it to raise its head."

The continuous gunfire broke the corpse's neck, and its head flew into the air. Under the illumination of the light, it finally turned into a complete half-dragon figure.

With its last breath, it wanted to shoot all the bone fragments towards the sixteen headlights in the hall.

As soon as the whole hotbed goes dark, as long as it creeps into the shadows again—

——Little Sullivan chuckled in the dark. If he could rely on the power of the soul to take away the body of one of these two killer stars, it would definitely turn the tide of the battle, right? !

But at that moment, little Sullivan froze in mid-air, flapping his wings as if he had seen a ghost.

The shattered bone fragments were blown away by the scorching warheads in mid-air——the roar of the eyes of the blood wolf can be heard endlessly.

Under Jiang Xueming's full concentration, his dynamic vision became very scary. The supersonic vortex of the bullet and the strong wind brought up by it could change the shooting trajectory of the bone fragment.

Wen Bucai: "I don't understand, since it wants to play hide-and-seek and act as a ghost in the shadows."

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I don't understand why either."

Wen Bucai: "Why didn't you just pull the switch on the hotbed?"

Jiang Xueming: "Maybe it's because the delivery room can't cut off the electricity? Affecting production?"

Wen Bucai: "It makes sense, and it's possible. He hasn't possessed soul power for a long time, and he has no combat experience."

——Yes!

Little Sullivan woke up suddenly, and began to regret again.

"Why don't I pull the switch? Why?!"

It's a pity that the alcoholic will not give little Sullivan a chance to come back.

Bu Meteor took a deep breath, suddenly lifted Mr. Wen Bucai, and projected it like a cannonball.

The fierce fist shadow is like a brilliant comet rain in the air.

The cloud-like black mist soul power was shaken like chaff under the indiscriminate bombardment of the drunken maniac, and the dragon-like bat wings disappeared in an instant.

Wen Bucai landed next to Jason, pieced Jason together, stuffed his intestines back, and injected a panacea.

He had time to make a wisecrack: "The human body is amazing!~"

In the Treasure Hall, little Sullivan's eyes were slack, and when his spirit body was severely injured, his spiritual essence reacted accordingly, stepping into the door of death in an instant.

His soul power was broken——

The dragon slaying warrior only completely defeated his soul power in one round - any naive conspiracy was vulnerable to the absolute gap in power.

Leaning on his weak body, he crawled towards the hall little by little.

"I want to rest. Hunwei I shouldn't listen to you. I need to rest. Let me eat something let me eat a little."

Little Sullivan raised his head, thinking in his heart how lucky he was, but his soul power was broken, and he would not be fatally injured.

As long as he can escape from this devil's lair, as long as he can return to the side of the mistress, and the side of the rotten dragon, he will definitely be able to come back to life again. It's just a step into the door of death, just a mere door of death!

If you cross this gate of hell!

It will definitely become stronger!

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Little Sullivan's head.

A bullet is a ray of light in the dark.

The little waiter held the UMP with lingering eyes.

"How dare you attack my employer?! Go to hell! Brat!"

After the gunfire.

There is only silence.