Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Ariyust, feeds on fear, has no carapace protection, the mucus covering the body is corrosive, and the weakness is in the heart.

The sharp blade formed by the condensed shadow cuts open the belly, gently spirals into the body amidst the sizzling corrosive sound, and cuts fiercely into the still vigorous heart, turning the tip of the knife to grind the greasy meat. Into minced meat.

Gasser is poisonous, eats rot, carries deadly toxins all over his body, curls up when in danger, and protects his soft belly with indestructible poisonous armor.

The barrier formed by the dark elements enveloped the curly poisonous insects and flew towards the sky. The huge insects with human faces rushed into the barrier, making irritable squeaks, the barrier shattered in mid-air, and the poisonous insects quickly fell - its The body stretched out, spreading his paws in an attempt to land smoothly. The distance between it and the ground gradually shortened, and in an instant, a sharp blade broke through the soil, causing it to fall straight on it. The sharp blade pierced through the belly, and the foul-smelly viscous blood trickled down.

Heavis, loves living creatures, has a cruel temperament. He has strong teeth at his arms and legs. He is huge and flexible. His brain is slyly hidden deep in his body, and the energy is constantly regenerated without being destroyed.

Three huge barriers trapped the tumbling and struggling monster in a corner of the rock wall, tightly without a trace. The young man, holding a knife in his hand, with cruel patience, skillfully cut its arms and feet little by little. , Cut the monster's wailing and tumbling body piece by piece from the end. The colored arms and legs were severely cut before it could regenerate. The long, dark blade was as delicate and rigorous as a scalpel in his hand, and it had been disturbed. Rummaging through his pulpy flesh, in the end, in the corner of that huge rotten flesh, he picked out a peach kernel-sized lump with the blade of a knife, and gently crushed it with the sole of his shoe. The monster's huge body shuddered and twitched a few times, losing its last vitality, and limp in the narrow gap between the barrier and the rock wall.

The humans in front of them have a kind of insight that is almost terrifying, and they are well aware of the weakness and characteristics of each race.

Every rugged terrain and even every piece of rock under the narrow section of the cliff has been exploited in a tricky way to counter it in the most cruel, insidious, and cruel way.

In the depths of the dark abyss, the moonlight had disappeared, and the blade could not reflect the slightest light. The moment the shadow passed, the disintegration of the flesh and the miserable wailing sounded at the same time.

The young man’s breath is covered by the dark elements, dissipating like a mist in the dark and shadowless abyss, occasionally leaking a trace of flesh and blood between the action, and when the hungry and angry monster attacks in that direction, it will Fall into a new trap.

He was so cunning and vicious, he couldn't guard against it, even the monsters were terrified.

Some monsters with a certain intelligence lost their desire to fight and fled toward the mouth of the cliff, but once again ran into a hard and invisible barrier—the opponent had already blocked their way of retreat long before the killing began.

This is a unilateral massacre.

One after another howls and screams resounded through the valley, and finally returned to silence.

Ge Xiu stood high on the towering rock, carelessly throwing away the remaining blood from his hands, the blade of his fingertips dissipated in the air like a river flowing into the sea, and drips of blood that hadn’t dried up followed the contours of his cheeks. Slowly dripping away, his pale face was like the dim morning light before dawn.

He looked around for a week, his gaze sweeping across the valley calmly, as if what was on the ground was not the messy corpses and broken limbs piled up like a hill, but just cold stones and vegetation.

In the next second, a sharp blade condensed from dark elements suddenly rose from the distant rock peaks, piercing through a body that looked lifeless.

The purple-black ugly flesh let out a scream, and finally twitched twice, finally losing the last trace of anger.

There was no more sound in the entire valley.

However, Ge Xiu knew clearly that this calm was only temporary. The **** smell spreading due to the slaughter is too strong, and it is a fatal temptation to the monsters at the bottom of the abyss. It will not take long for countless hungry and ferocious monsters to smell the wind, eager for blood and fight-look at it. The seemingly cruel scene, for the creatures accustomed to killing under the abyss, is just an ordinary Sunday.

He jumped off the rock wall with ease, a thin blade emerged from between his fingers, and skillfully peeled and sliced ​​valuable organs from it, with the coldness and precision of a surgical operation.

Within a few minutes, Ge Xiu filled his backpack with loot.

He returned to the cave just now, carried the little wolf on his shoulders, turned and jumped into the darkness, his slender figure was instantly swallowed by the shadow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Above the abyss is the ground.

The poisonous air raged on the barren desert soil, and the blood river gurgled through the dark mountains and abyss like scars.

Like the mainland front, there are also settlements and towns here.

In the center of the Dead Wasteland, a majestic city stands tall, dark and icy rocks form the bedrock, hot magma rolls under the city, and spires are clustered among the huge rocks like sharp blades, high walls, stone pillars, statues, Layers of ups and downs, dense dark elements gather and flow in the dark alleyways and sharp spires, firmly locked in the center of the city by the huge element array.

This is the Magic City of Este.

It is the largest city on the opposite side of the entire continent.

In the very center of the magic city, a tall mage tower was erected, the spire of the tower gleaming with a weird little light in the darkness.

Inside the tower, two advanced demons knelt deeply on the ground, their red curved horns against the ground, their faces almost stuck in the dust.

A tall, gorgeously dressed demon was standing in front of the long gothic windows with intricate patterns on the mage tower. The curved horns on his head were a deep dark purple, symbolizing the identity of the nobility.

"have not Get it yet?"

His voice was mixed.

The heads of the two demons were buried a little deeper, and their voices were faintly fearful and trembling: "Sir, we are doing our best to expand the search range, and the manpower invested is also multiplying. All the idle goblins and servants I was sent out--"

"answer me."

The Mozu's voice was low and unpredictable, with a vague sense of danger.

"...Not yet. Your lord."

The demon standing by the window narrowed his eyes, the dark purple pupils were burning with a cruel dark fire. He raised his finger, and the heads of the two demon races rolled down in a flash, and the two headless corpses were briefly After staying still, he collapsed, and hot blood sprayed out from the neck cavity, instantly dyeing the gorgeous carpet into a deep dark red.

The well-trained attendants quietly entered the room, lifted the two bodies down, and quickly replaced them with brand-new carpets.

Their movements are skillful and quiet, and they seem to have done it more than once.

But the strong and sharp smell of blood in the room did not dissipate, as if it had been soaked in the walls and crevices of the mage tower.

The two demon adjutants walked in immediately and replaced the positions of the two demon clan before-once the immediate boss died, they also got the main post in turn.

The nobleman with Zitong retracted his gaze and turned around, his dark robe flashed with strange blood lines following his movements.

He said: "The night of the full moon is approaching, and its power will gradually increase. Send more demons to search and make sure to find it before that day."

The two demons dropped their heads lower:

"Yes, my lord."

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Gloomy whispers sounded in the mist and chaos, speaking the unknown ancient language in a seductive tone.

Cold, just cold.

As if falling into an endless abyss, the biting water swallowed all the sounds, penetrating the skin like steel needles, and piercing the joints. In the end, the pain was more vivid than the coldness.

In the dizziness, Leno subconsciously leaned towards the only source of warmth.

The warmth is so small and remote, almost swallowed by the thick darkness, but it always persistently radiates heat and light outward.

The whisper was diminishing, and the pain that spread with the cold in the limbs seemed to be insignificant.

Elena felt the long-lost peace, and his consciousness sank into the deep darkness.

When he woke up again, he found that he did not know when he had returned to the cave where he had lived for a long time.

The fur nest was in the corner of the cave, only a vague outline could be seen, and he was not in it.

The nerves dulled by the coma suddenly tightened and awakened.

Leno felt the warm body next to him, and suddenly realized that he was lying in the arms of that human.

As if burned by the fire, he moved quickly to jump away from the source of warmth, but the warm touch left by the human being remained on his fur like bone gangrene, even though the cold and dry air in the cave replaced that at the moment. The feeling of being hugged by the human arm still followed him closely.

Leno felt extremely uncomfortable and awkward, as if nothing was right all over his body.

He turned around and licked the hair on his side, but when the surface of his tongue touched the fur that was still warm, he suddenly retracted as if he was being scalded.

The cave was dark and there was no sound.

It was so quiet that Elano could almost hear the loud sound of his heart hitting his ribs.

He bared his fangs into the darkness, as if declaring war on an invisible enemy.

Finally, he calmed down in the long silence, and finally found that after so long, the human was still motionless.

Eleanor took a few steps closer and sniffed the palm of the opponent's hand on the ground.

The smell of blood, but not human blood.

He approached a few steps again, and the opponent's face jumped into his field of vision.

For the first time in so long, this is the first time that Leno has taken a serious look at this human face.

Pale, upright, and very young. The facial features that are like works of art are beautiful enough even by God's standards.

His eyes were closed tightly, and there was still dried blood on his side. The thin shoulders were curled up, rising and falling slightly with the gentle breathing. Like some kind of delicate and fragile doll, it looks calm and harmless.

But Eleanor clearly remembered the other's eyes.

Those are chaotic eyes that face disorder in both directions. The deep black pupils are always burning with vigorous fire, and restless factors are jumping in it, there is a kind of repressed and restrained evil madness.

No species that believes in the **** of light has such a look.

But he is not a dark voter.

Don't crave power, don't indulge in sin, don't love killing.

For dark creatures, power and ambition are the existence flowing in their blood and the original driving force that drives them to make all actions. They indulge their desires and take pleasure in killing. But all of these characteristics seem to be unable to be placed on the head of the human being in front of him. He never expands his territory, nor does he intend to compete for power. It seems that he has no ambition to control the abyss, but he is always willing to explore further territory. Although he doesn't mind getting **** hands, for him, this is at best a means to an end, not a pleasure to vent his desires.

Eleanor found himself too close.

The other person's breath was almost sprayed on the tip of his wet and cold nose, and he could touch the human cheeks as long as he got a little closer.

The young man's breath was hot and scorching, like lava, radiating heat continuously, but there was no trace of fever on his face.

Eleanor licked his sharp teeth, and there was still a faint **** smell at the roots of the teeth.

Even if he did not take the initiative to eat, a small amount of flesh and blood was still swallowed into his abdomen during the battle, and then quickly absorbed and transformed by his body, eager for power.

While the dark element’s temptation to him has been greatly enhanced, he has also become more sensitive to its changes—just like now, although he cannot accurately smell what is happening, he can clearly perceive that in front of humans In his body, a certain terrible energy is brewing and surging, swelling and clamoring at a terrifying speed.

The roots of his teeth were faintly itching.

The empty stomach pouch was convulsing.

Leno could even imagine that it would be so satisfying and joyful to plunge sharp teeth into the soft skin, tear blood vessels and muscles, and warm and sweet blood pouring into the mouth.

But it's not just hunger.

It was a shudder and longing that emerged from the depths of the soul.

There is a voice whispering deep in my mind:

Ate him.

Longing to lick his skin, savor his flesh and blood, chew his bones, without wasting a single bit, chew every part of him cherished, and swallow it bit by bit into his throat and hide it in his body. From then on, blood was mixed with blood, and the body was mixed.

What a perfect monopoly.

The human being in front of him is so unique and so elusive-and so fits with his godhead.

——Eat him.

Elanor sat in front of the young man, his tail rolled back to cover the claws, a pair of golden vertical pupils were slightly narrowed, and the pupils contained the hunger and desire unique to predators, and the scarlet blood rolled, reflecting red. His iris shone in the dark with a weird gleam.

As if seduced, he slowly moved closer.

The sharp fangs shining with cold light hung over the white and slender neck of the other party.

The blood rushed under the thin skin, exuding a warm fragrance.

Ate him.

With the deep red in Leno's pupils, his reason was gradually eroded by the pure and brutal animalism, and the cruel and bloodthirsty primitive desire grew vigorously.

The boy curled up, fell asleep unsuspectingly, breathing evenly, and a thick dark breath escaped from his body.

However, the tip of the tooth did not fall for a long time.

Next second.

The rough, scarlet tongue licked the juvenile's thin collarbone, and the delicate skin seemed to have been rubbed by sandpaper, and a pale redness instantly appeared.

Ellenor paused, lowered his head, and licked his neck again.

The hard throat bone was covered by soft skin, and it quivered slightly with the stroke of the tongue.

One click, two clicks, three clicks...

The smells of humans and beasts are mixed together, blending with each other, regardless of each other. In the end, the scent of flesh and blood that exudes temptation is completely covered and concealed, and it is strictly concealed under the extremely aggressive breath of beasts.

Elinor squinted the golden red beast pupils, lowered his head again, buried his head in the boy's neck, and breathed deeply.

——He smelled his own scent with satisfaction.