Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

"No, my legs—"

"Ah, it's a demon, the demon is here, I don't want to die!"

"..."

The door collapsed, the smoke dispersed, and screams sounded inside.

The Saruwei man slowly paced away, with a smile of intoxication and enjoyment on his face.

"Sure enough, this voice can make me feel happy no matter what!"

His hands constantly swayed pieces of dark black demonic cold light.

One after another, a deep cold light shot into the big anti-magic cave, and the dull and incomparable sound of the body cracked, and the sound of blood splashing sounded everywhere.

"what--"

"Help me—"

The screams became louder and louder.

The number of sounds is getting less and less.

till the end!

It comes down to deathly silence!

The thick smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The Sargentine man swept across the entire anti-magic cave, and the huge and solid cave was full of broken corpses.

Dark red viscous blood dripped everywhere.

The rich and sweet bloody smell continued to spread and spread inside.

The ape-tailed man took a deep breath, and the blood in his eyes flickered: "Hahaha, it's really intoxicating smell!"

He Shi Shiran walked in and walked in the sea of ​​blood, but it was as leisurely and pleasant as walking in his own back garden.

The Saru-tailed man's hands, like a butterfly wearing a flower, flipped out the afterimages.

One palm after another was slapped gently, and many people who were not dead were smashed to death on the spot.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Please, please, please!"

One person couldn't take it anymore, got up from the pile of corpses, climbed up to the Sarutail man, grabbed the trousers, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The Sargentine man sneered, slapped it with a palm, and shattered his head.

He licked the blood splattered on his mouth and moved on.

bass--

A person got out of the corner, and without saying a word, he ran away quickly towards the outside.

The Sarutail man didn't turn his head, his right hand turned into the palm of a knife and shook it lightly.

Dark as ink, the demon's blade light travels through the void!

The fleeing figure froze for a moment.

After a while, they started to separate from the waist.

Blood, internal organs, dripped to the ground!

The severe pain made him not completely dead when he fell to the ground.

His eyes widened, trembling constantly, and finally swallowed in the endless pain of being cut in the waist.

Don't rest your eyes!

The Sargentine man walked all the way to the innermost part of the anti-magic cave, and suddenly, his brows slightly raised.

"Hey, it's interesting!"

"There's a funny little mouse here!"

His eyes fell on the deepest part of the anti-magic cave.

In the deepest corner, a thin and pale man wearing a black-bottomed dragon-patterned gold-trimmed uniform of the Demon Slayer Bureau lay with his eyes closed slightly trembling.

There was a faint aura of demon spirits on his body, and he was obviously a spirit master of the demon elimination bureau.

After sensing the thoughts of the Saran-tailed man and falling on him, the imperial master immediately stopped pretending to be sick and stood up.

He looked at the latter with extreme vigilance, his eyes full of fear and alertness.

A playful and playful smile appeared on the Sarutail man's face: "Pretend to be unwell and hide here to escape the battle?"

"Hahaha, the display of humanity's humanity in times of crisis really opened my eyes!"

The Sargentine man smiled, his face suddenly gloomy.

"Kneel down for me!"

A wisp of demonic aura immediately followed the words and pressed down towards the surviving spiritual master.

"you……"

bang bang—

The terrified words of the Spirit Master, before he could say anything, he knelt down heavily on his knees, smashing the concrete floor.

"I beg... I beg you, spare... spare my life!"

"I...I don't want to die, I...I just want to live!"

In the face of the huge gap in strength, the resistance of the imperial masters is meaningless.

It was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, heavy and depressing.

clack clack-

All the muscles and bones in the whole body are making an overwhelmed cracking sound, which is extremely painful.

The imperial master kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.