Horror Nightmare Game: Peak Slayer

"Oh my God, you are a veritable killing machine."

The angel laughed, he did not hesitate to praise, he cursed and praised at the same time in an extremely crazy way.

now,

He has completely torn off the hypocrisy of the gentle man before,

Instead,

It's unabashedly evil.

The two werewolves, the stranger almost thought they were real dogs at first. It wasn't until they approached and held Armand's shoulders that Yunfan realized that these two things with collars and fours on the ground were Lesen and Lesen.

Dynasty rival werewolves.

This race was tamed by the Order of Sin.

At the same time as he realized this fact, Armand was dragged by two werewolves and his weak body was escorted to the angel.

"Do you know how much you surprised me?" He looked at Yunfan with excited eyes, "The guy you just killed was Shar, he was..."

Next, in the chattering of the divine messenger, the stranger learned what a powerful person Shar was.

But he didn't have any mood or energy to pay attention. He twisted his severely injured body and tried to struggle, but was held tightly by the werewolf and couldn't break free.

The white light that saved Armand from the world-devouring fog did not appear again.

The Altar of the Ancestors did not respond again.

"Crazy swordsman, let me ask you, are you really willing to fall into the arms of 'big sin'?"

Suddenly, the messenger's words changed, and his tone instantly changed from passionate to indifferent. He put his face close to Armand's face and asked.

"Yes, of course I am..."

Executioners don't care about face and dignity. As the operator of the chainsaw, the shameless guy, the Stranger, takes this to the extreme.

Just like now, he instantly imagined countless sets of beautiful words in his mind to blow the sin to the sky and praise his reverence for the sin. But the divine envoy in front of him stopped him from speaking.

"That's enough." The crouching divine envoy stood up and laughed as if he was angry, "Hypocritical! Crazy swordsman, this is not like you at all."

"But it doesn't matter, I still have to think about how to deal with you."

With that said, the envoy opened an empty cage and directed the werewolf to lock Armand inside.

"But no matter what happens in the end, I will always make you convinced."

Across the iron door of the prison cage, the angel bent over and smiled wildly.

The werewolf crouched at his feet as if to please.

This divine envoy is also a madman who acts recklessly and only acts based on his own emotions!

Yunfan felt that he might have made a mistake.

But there is not a single truth in what the envoy says. His way of thinking is like a real executioner. Even if he is pleasant one second, he can immediately fall out with you the next second.

Regardless of the slim possibility that he would transform Armand into a sinner, Yunfan had a more vague guess.

He looked at the other slaves imprisoned in the cage, and recalled in his mind the innocent people who had been tricked into a duel to fight to the death.

Judging from various signs,

This sinful cult,

Doesn't it look like a slave trade group?

Therefore, the divine messenger had an explanation for his fancy.

He just took a fancy to Armand's appearance. In his eyes, Armand was a perfect piece of goods.

The pungent smell of blood could be smelled on the tip of his nose, and a dying cry could be heard in his ears.

The stranger lying in the corner of the cage looked up and saw outside the cage, the angel pulled out a dagger from his waist, then grabbed the werewolf's head and cut its throat. The werewolf desperately tried to escape, whimpering loudly, but it

Another compatriot held down its limbs just like he had previously subdued Armand.

"Crazy swordsman, if you make a sincere plea to me, I will give you a mouthful of blood. Hot blood."

The angel lay on the werewolf's furry neck and sucked a sip of blood. Then he opened the wound with force, grinning with his teeth exposed. The blood spurted out, stimulating Armand's eyeballs.

The nearly dry flesh of the Vampires produced an uncontrollable urge to thirst for blood.

Every nerve and every cell is cheering for joy, they are shouting joyfully, greedily watching for that alluring touch of blood.

It was a means of taming slaves and livestock.

Obviously, strangers can see it very clearly.

This is only the first step. Next, the envoy will try every means to destroy Armand's mind and make him surrender completely.

But now, at this moment,

Does the soul really have to succumb to the body?

Yunfan felt that Armand had his own pride.

After all, it is the son of Prince Lesenba. Even if it is born useless, as long as it wants to, it can rely on its father's power to dominate, so why bother trying to break out of the duel field in the slums?

A lot of fame?

Armand has a bottom line that cannot be trampled.

The same is true for foreigners. The compliments he prepared just now are mostly just to satisfy his own evil taste.

If he was really asked to bow his head in humility, he would not be willing.

Yunfan once again felt that he and Armand were so in tune.

suddenly,

An unusual aroma filled the nostrils.

The stranger looked sideways and saw a trail of dried blood spreading out black lines on one of the railings of the cage.

Almost subconsciously, the stranger scratched the black line closest to him with his claws.

...

Seeing that the mad swordsman remained silent and laughed nervously, the god's face sank. He grabbed the wolf's head and flicked it, causing blood to splash.

But the next moment, everything in the world tends to stop.

The shadow thread was activated, and Armand looked at the blood stain.

At this moment, it can no longer be called a blood stain.

The dried blood condensed into bright red blood droplets, which flew backward along the arc into the air, and finally landed on a white palm and an index finger.

Diagonally opposite Armand, a humanoid outline was filled with flesh and blood.

Suddenly, in the absolute stillness of the world, Yun Fan seemed to hear the ticking of a clock.

time,

Backtrace.

The woman who had once laid eyes on him appeared there.

"Finally, we meet the same kind." A smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She looked at the blood drop on her index finger and made a finger snapping motion, "Let you see the magic of time."

The blood droplets from the woman's body were bounced away, accurately touched the corners of Armand's lips, and entered the mouth.

Buzz!

The moment blood entered his throat, Armand's consciousness suffered an impact that was difficult to describe in words.

Messy, broken memories spread out in front of my eyes.

There is something unknown forming within its body.

Gradually, Armand's back suddenly felt an itching pain.

Whoosh!

Two sarcomas emerged from the shoulder blades, and this time, they were rapidly evolving into another form, turning into two broad bat wings.

A mysterious invitation came from the cracked shadow.

Armand took over this body.

The Blood Prince looked at the crack that was large enough for several people to pass through, and stepped into it.

"Hey. Since I helped you, as a price, let me out of this cage."

"Don't worry, you will need me again in the future..."

The woman plays with the pocket watch in her hand.

When the strange whispers dissipated and reason returned, Armand Le Cenène looked at the country made of shadows in front of him.