Crimson Comes

"Tut, chug, chug, chug..."

The stump was broken, and the scarlet bullets flew in the air, spreading out bloodshot streaks.

Wei Wei went from the inner hall to the outer hall, his body was full of splattered blood, and there was a piece of wriggling flesh under his feet.

The heavy-fire machine gun that had penetrated into the bloodshot erupted with terrifying lethality, tearing the flesh and body tissue of the black robe that was shaking in front of him one by one. more than three times.

In front of the astonishing firepower, the first and second forms of the demon of life, no matter how strong the vitality is, they have become straws that are harvested.

The bloodshot bullets did not hit someone at all, but penetrated their bodies one by one.

In the narrow space, blood lines formed, with frightening lethality.

"Damn, damn..."

The priest in the third state shouted angrily, squeezed through the crowd and rushed towards Wei Wei.

At this time, he was extremely angry. With the roar, his body actually swelled rapidly, cracking the black robe, and then an arm that seemed to be a bloated collection of flesh and blood instantly passed through a distance of four or five meters, ruthlessly. He grabbed Wei Wei.

Neither of the first two states of the Demon of Life has a strong confrontation ability.

But in the third state, the utilization of life energy has reached a new critical point, and it also produces terrifying abilities.

The third state of the life demon: flesh and blood symbiosis.

The sacrifice of life under the anger, the body has turned into a monster of flesh and blood.

In the process of rushing towards Wei Wei, he passed the believers who fell to the ground and struggled, or the dead believers, so the body began to wriggle and pull, swallowing them in, turning him into a collection of multiple bodies. .

He can absorb the residual life energy from the undead by devouring the undead, or those who have just died.

At the same time, through the fusion of flesh and blood, he increased his body size.

This made him quickly turn into a huge monster that swelled to a height of three or four meters, with painful faces growing on his body.

The huge arm was also formed by the fusion and entanglement of different arms, grabbing towards Wei Wei from a distance.

There is a terrifying visual impact in the flickering lights of the monastery.

"Bah!"

Wei Wei held a heavy-fire machine gun in one hand, and took out a black short gun in the other hand, and shot him in the palm of his hand.

The blue flames burned, pushing the priest's flesh-and-blood fist back.

Can't be touched by it.

A life demon in this state will immediately assimilate his own flesh and blood no matter it touches any part of his body. If he is a little careless, he can directly swallow his own life and turn it into a piece of his body. Face…

"No, the efficiency is too low..."

Wei Wei quickly backed away, thinking very calmly at the same time.

The life demon's ability to resist may not be good, but the terrifying life recovery ability makes them like rubber **** that can't be stomped on.

Even a life demon in the first and second state is enough to consume a lot of bullets.

And over and over again, under the circumstances that he was obviously going to die, he struggled to sit up again, like maggots stained with blood.

Especially the sacrificial priest in the third state showed the horror of life demons, and kept trying to rush up to attack him.

Even Wei Wei didn't have the ambition to solve the third state of a demon of life in a short time.

He just used the blue-headed ghost bullet to keep pushing him back and draining his strength.

Fortunately, I also know that I am chasing the rose of flesh and blood of my dreams, and I carry enough bullets with me every day.

But in this way, the blue-headed ghost bullets, which are not many in the first place, are consumed at an astonishing rate.

"Crash..."

Behind him, in the distance, in the monastery, there were many footsteps coming, all of them were guards who were originally concentrated on the periphery.

When they heard the movement here, they quickly gathered.

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"Then let's change the way..."

Wei Wei emptied the bullets from the heavy-fire machine gun, flew back, and threw the gun aside.

You can still grab another one, but it's pointless.

The method of causing such large-scale high damage by consuming one's own blood is indeed very efficient, but there is also a problem.

It is easy to lose too much blood.

As he retreated, he had an idea, and while flying back, he came to the lawn of the monastery, with a sickle hanging on the wall.

This is a good thing, it can be seen everywhere...

Wei Wei flew over and held the sickle in his hand. The blood on his hand kept dripping, and the bloodshot squirmed, covering the sickle, and gradually formed a scarlet that was two or three meters long, shimmering with cold light and ferocious bloodshots. The colored sickle, and then flew forward.

In the dim light, the shattered black robes fluttered in the air.

Like the cloak of the **** of death, it is hunting in this **** world, bringing the smell of killing.

A sickle in the right hand, and a black short gun with blue-headed ghost bullets in the left.

The red figure wandered in the monastery and chopped off the heads of the people who were struggling and refused to die.

"Shh!"

The guard just heard the movement and came here. Before he raised his gun, a blood-red figure suddenly rushed in front of him.

A face that was still somewhat childish, with a large number of scars intertwined and stitched with blood threads, showed a bright smile.

"Shh..."

They raised the guns in their hands in alarm and anger, but only saw the red sickle swung fiercely from a distance.

A string of people's heads fell to the ground, their expressions ferocious and painful.

Wei Wei laughed excitedly, and the bloodshot in the wound on his body seemed to become crazy because of this, and his activity became much stronger.

Firearms and bullets have always been Wei Wei's favorites because they are very efficient.

But sometimes, I don't mind having an occasional date with Scythe. After all, this is my first love...

Saving money and being sensible, isn't this the characteristic of first love?

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"Crazy, crazy..."

The sacrificial priest at the level of life mentor was powerlessly chasing behind Wei Wei, and the countless faces on his body sent out desperate anger.

Although he fused a lot of flesh and blood to increase his size, he did not have a big advantage in terms of speed, and Wei Wei kept bypassing him, reaping the lives of other people in the monastery, causing him to have a A feeling of anger and powerlessness.

He has made many plans and arranged a blocking strategy.

The purpose is to protect this sacrificial site.

But before, he thought that he might be suddenly surrounded by the extraordinary sheriff of Scrap Iron City.

He even thought that the city patrol team from Scrap Iron City might surround him, and countless bazookas flew in like raindrops.

I also thought that it might be that the leader of the White Ghost Knights, who once had an amazing reputation in the wilderness, suddenly fell from the sky, bringing despair on the level of power to himself and the believers at the sacrifice point.

But he never thought that he would meet such a person.

He sneaked in suddenly, picked up a pair of small shoes left by the sacrifice, and started to slaughter without saying a word.

It's really just a massacre.

I can feel the evil of the devilish breath in him, but I can't feel his power.

However, this person is too efficient.

In a very short period of time, he has brought desperate fear to the believers and even the guards under his hands.

Is this person here to kill his entire sacrifice site?

Under his anger, he could only keep shouting, and the huge arms made of intertwined hands and feet stretched forward.

Desperate palms opened in flesh and blood, just trying to grab Wei Wei at this moment.

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"Hahaha…"

Wei Wei wandered in the blood-colored world, dodging the hand that was caught by the sacrificial life.

Although the power of the sacrifice of life is strong at this time, its speed is not fast, and it can't take advantage of the wandering.

The beating of his heart has reached its peak, and at this moment, his mood was sent to a peak that he had never thought of before.

Excited, excited, even sentimental...

He waved his scythe to harvest the lives, and watched the weak wrists hanging on the ground, or splashing in the air, the flesh rose pattern on it became very clear at this moment, It seemed to bring him back to that night three years ago.

The desperate little Qiqi was hung from the chandelier, and the white skirt was covered with blood...

His heart thumped.

The smile on his face spread uncontrollably, and there was even an inexplicable excited laughter in his throat...

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"what are you doing?"

But just as Wei Wei's excitement was about to rush to the boiling point, an angry voice suddenly sounded.

This voice does not come from reality, but from the spiritual world.

In a world full of blood and slaughter, suddenly, there is a feeling of being watched.

The endless babble suddenly fell into this world like raindrops falling from the sky, and the surrounding air became sticky.

Even the smell of blood floating in the air seemed to be frozen in the air.

Everything in front of him was twisted, elongated, and pulled away, as if there was some kind of surreal force that instantly covered the entire monastery.

In the inner hall of the monastery, the flesh and blood on the stone platform suddenly split, revealing a huge eye.

The huge pupil shrunk into a small dot, full of anger, and looked out fiercely.

This gaze seemed to pass through the layers of stone walls and landed on Wei Wei's face.

Feeling the astonishing breath, even the angry life sacrifice was stunned for a moment, and the countless faces that emerged from his body showed both consternation and sluggishness at this moment, and he couldn't believe it. The ecstasy of this scene:

Countless mouths shouted at the same time, "Master..."

"The master casts his attention..."