The Endless Shuttle

Kesma answered absently, scratching the arteries in his left wrist with his nails.

"I have a question."

"?"

"Human blood accounts for one-thirteenth of a person's weight. But except for the part that is scattered on the ground and cannot be collected, there is even less that can be used..."

The sharp nails finally cut through the epidermis of the gray skin, and what flowed out was not blood, but a dark and deep gelatinous substance like oil.

Kesma let out a long sigh of relief, and pulled off the scarf under the fearful eyes of everyone.

The teeth have turned into shark-like sharp teeth, and the fairly ordinary face is full of viral lines. At first glance, it is not something that humans can have, and it looks like a demon.

Compared with Luo Pei, as a stand-in, he has no scruples, allowing the turbulent Cthulhu magic power to erode him, and even enjoy it.

"Oh! Hell..."

"what are you!?"

"Jack, what the hell did you bring back?"

"Oh my god..."

The sixth sense of human beings is whining crazily, and the gangsters are like antelopes being pinned down by a lion, waiting to be eaten, hysterically wanting to find something to maintain their sense of security. All of a sudden, the whole room was buzzing, and the gangsters each took out their weapons.

Iron bars, knives, knives, chains—

But these Kesma didn't even look at it, and continued to talk to themselves.

"The body must be kept intact and reserved for use during the ceremony. Then can you tell me... there are a total of six people present, how many times can your fresh blood make my dead body full of vitality when I kill it? When you kill the first few people, can your sanity completely collapse? I'm curious, tell me..."

His voice was finally no longer indifferent, and trembled with excitement.

The black jelly is like the walls of hell, blocking the only way of salvation behind Kesma.

It was a part of the evil god Aberhorth, an existence that even the disobedient god could devour, and it was a taboo thing that could not be touched by mortals.

"Answer me, let me draw out your blood bit by bit to see."

Kesma walked towards the gangsters slowly, just like they did to the poor girl.

His figure gradually distorted and stretched, like an uncertain hyphae, and turned into a strange appearance that humans could not understand.

No head, no face, much less eyes. The body swells and becomes bigger, the main body is like pulsating jelly, and countless undulating linear tentacles protrude from a crimson core, at the end of these linear tentacles there is a large mouth like a sucker.

""Mirror Mimicry. Starvampire". "

What comes out of the "mouth" is no longer a human language.

——The nightmare has come.

PS: I won't explain much about this race. You can go to the post bar to find information about the specific introduction. Interstellar vampires are actually just a low-ranking servant race, they are very weak, and they can kill mortals one by one, but others can't do it...

Chapter 154 Summoning, the Attracted God

"Damn it! Monster!"

"God, help me..."

"I want to leave here! This place is cursed by the devil! I want to leave here!"

The panicked crowd didn't even count as a fight, it was just one-sided abuse.

The monster incarnated by Kesma, every time the tentacle swings, a person will fly into the air, accompanied by the sound of bone shattering and screams of panic and pain, forming a beautiful note for him.

One of them couldn't bear such a reality, or it was Cthulhu's creature's crushing of reason, so he resolutely put on the black glue of Aberhorth.

It is then transformed into the nourishment of the Mother of Monsters.

"Cry, scream, and die! You and I will become one!"

The excited Kesma let out a grotesque and terrifying laugh, the tentacle grabbed the first hapless guy, and the sucker bit his artery directly, sucking delicious warm blood.

Grumbling——

The scarlet blood, visible to the naked eye, flowed down his "arm" to the core, making Kesma's body flushed, and at the same time, the preyed guy slowly turned into a mummy. Look, he is still lingering on his last breath and refuses to die.

Next.

The breath of killing is rising, and in this situation, Kesma "understands" the race he simulated - "interstellar vampires".

Horror groups that live only for hunting, the body fluids that creatures rely on for survival are their most delicious food.

"So it's such a joyful thing... So it's so worth indulging... Killing and blood!"

Standing at the edge of the room, Jack Scott smiled with a broken face.

Originally, it was just a gathering of friends to have fun, and to extort some money by the way, but unexpectedly, it provoked the devil in the nightmare.

He couldn't even feel regret, his mind was in chaos, and his reason had long since abandoned him.

"hey-hey……"

Jack kept smirking, and slowly sat down.

He raised his head and looked at the tied up girl who was still struggling.

"I'm dreaming, right? When I wake up, we can get on with the fun stuff. Are you right baby? Just wake up..."

"Woohoo!"

The girl's mouth was gagged, but the sound she made wasn't meant to respond to Jack.

The sane and crazy Jack didn't care whether her mouth was gagged or not. He grabbed the girl's brown hair with his long arms, and pulled her to him with a grim expression.

"Answer me! Bitch!! This is just a dream, right! This is just a dream!!"

Suddenly, his voice stopped, as if the tape recorder had been pressed to pause. At the same time, the brown-haired girl's body stopped shaking.

The air was quiet for a while.

The red monster stood in front of the two of them.

"Mr. Scott, it's your turn."

He adjusted his vocal cords in a wicked way, so that the two humans could understand his own language. The demon said contentedly.

"As I said, I will give you preferential treatment. The blood of those people is enough. I will break the bones of the hands and legs. Let you live completely and usher in the ceremony."