People Become Kings In The United States

Textile factories full of industrial flavor, net-like weaving cloth, corpses, blood, old man and boy staring at each other, constitute a picture scroll meticulously portrayed by the artist.

"It's impossible, with this power, is he a monster?"

Escaping the temporary fate of death by instinct, Wesley's original anger at the news of Fox's suspected death was extinguished.

Horror, fear, anxiety.

Cold sweat soaked his back.

Who is this boy? Why is there such a powerful force?

After leaning against the load-bearing beam, Wesley's heart beat rapidly due to tension.

bang~

Sangjid came unhurriedly and nailed the female killer on the load-bearing beam, without looking at the expression on the female killer before she died, and gently pulled out the silver cross sword.

The female killer fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Walking to a place less than ten meters away from the old man, he put the sword upside down on the ground, and put his hands on the head of the sword.

The body stands tall and straight.

Show the true colors of the strong.

This is also the boy's intentional imitation of Bella's fighting style, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is subtle. 02 No matter what, the elegance and indifference in Bella's battle are very adored by teenagers.

As a loyal and fanatical fan, imitation is naturally not surprising.

Glancing lightly at Wesley who was hiding behind the load-bearing beam not far away, Sanjid was not merciful and planned to let him go. Among all the killers in the audience, except for the old man, this young man had the strongest demonic aura.

It's just that when he wanted to do something, he suddenly felt a little danger.

And the source of the danger is the old man in front of him.

"It's worthy of being involved with the devil. All of your people died without being moved at all. You are cold-blooded enough." Because he was still in the grade of voice-changing period, the boy's voice seemed a little hoarse

Feeling like a duck quacking?

It's just that the old man didn't mean to ridicule at all, on the contrary, his face was expressionless.

"Death is originally a part of fate. If they are destined to die today, they will not be able to escape their fate."

"Then, have you seen through your destiny?"

"Boy, let's go."

The old man didn't directly respond to the slightly provocative words, but said softly: "Your power made me see a figure.

"For her sake, I let you go."

Oh? The old guy knows mentors?

Sanjid raised his brows, but thinking about what the Goddess of Judgment once said, it seems that even the demon king Mephisto has beaten, and other demons are naturally afraid of the Goddess of Judgment.

So the other party seems not to want to offend the mentor, so he doesn't want to conflict with himself.

He even watched his subordinates being killed.

It turned out that he thought he was a real fledgling kid, and let himself go after satisfying his sense of accomplishment in punishing evil and promoting good?

tsk tsk~

Ashamed to be the leader of the League of Assassins.

But it's a pity~

Sanjid shook his head: "I have eyesight, but the order I got is, holy light to you.

With the last word falls.

His figure pierced the air instantly, and as the ground under his feet cracked suddenly, he rushed into the air, and the silver cross sword in his hand slashed at the old man with boundless momentum.

The silver light entered his eyes, and the old man's expression finally changed.

In an instant, the always old hand grasped the blade of the sword precisely.

Boom~~

Under the force of several tons, the old man didn't back down at all, he forcibly grasped the sword body, the penetrating power penetrated into the ground, the nearby ground cracked instantly, and the dense cracks spread like a spider web.

The impacting air waves swept in all directions.

The weaving platform behind him was washed to pieces, and the weaving cloth was flying in the sky.

Sanjid's pupils shrank, and he stared at the old man's eyes that turned completely dark like a devil at some point.

hum~

There was no hesitation, a ray of blue was smeared under the eyes, the body twisted, and the right knee aimed at the old man's head and slammed hard.

The knee mixed with terrifying force instantly hit the old man's head.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the impact of this terrifying force, the old man shot backwards like a cannonball, smashing countless walls along the way, and the sky filled with smoke, dust and gravel splashed in all directions with this loud noise.

Seeing that the attack was successful, Sanjid did not pursue, but instead rushed to Wesley in an instant.

Ignoring the latter, he raised his pistol in an attempt to counterattack with a look of fear, and grabbed Wesley's neck like iron clamps.

um~

Wesley had no room to resist and was lifted up abruptly. The suffocation made Wesley almost lose his combat power, his face flushed, and even the pistol fell to the ground. He grabbed Sanji's hand with both hands and tried to struggle to break it apart.

But nothing works.

"NO...

A hoarse and deep roar resounded throughout the night sky, and Sanjid pierced Wesley's heart with a cross sword indifferently and mercilessly.

"Hey~~~Why, why?"

Blood spurted from Wesley's mouth, even a drop splashed onto the boy's face, and he looked at the boy in front of him unwillingly.

poof~

Throwing Wesley's body on the ground casually, Sanjid didn't feel the slightest discomfort from killing again.

Maybe it was born that way?

These people were considered his first time to kill, but no one else felt guilty or vomited because of the first time.

In Sanjid's mind. 267

These people are contaminated with the breath of demons, and everyone has a strong bloody breath, and no one has a reason to live.

Most importantly, it was the woman's order.

rumbling~

The moment Wesley was killed, a dense black mist instantly enveloped the textile factory, and all the light bulbs and candles that originally emitted light were extinguished.

The darkness engulfed the factory and everyone.

Including Sanjid.

The boy turned his head solemnly and looked forward. Inside the collapsed wall, a terrifying and evil aura was constantly rising.

The darkness couldn't stop his sight.

Outside the wall, a dark and ugly figure is slowly getting up from the ruins.

Originally, the body of the old man was not only changing.

Pieces of black scales broke through the old skin, the layers of the skin were cracked, and a ferocious head filled with countless sharp teeth and huge demon wings stretched out from behind.

In just a few seconds, a demon with a height of three to four meters appeared.

The scarlet and bloodthirsty gaze made people feel tense.

Zi~

Saliva dripped from his mouth, corroding the ground and making an unpleasant sound.

(Ask for a monthly ticket for flowers~ I feel like I am fishing, I said I will not marry, and I have a few crushes on the protagonist who are unrequited love, thank you, stop talking about it.).