The Endless Shuttle

"This is God's punishment...but it is also God's gift! Seven thousand years ago, God mercifully left behind Noah's Ark when he used the great flood to wash away sins, and this time is no exception! You are the victims of this catastrophe. "Noah"! The special ability to enslave monsters will become the hope of mankind in the new world! "

"oh……"

I understand this time.

Religious lunatics who thought the world was going to end in this desperate situation. It's not surprising, according to the two-dimensional convention, the Catholic Church is always rich in these crazy people with abnormal brains.

Kesma stared at Senna.

It seems that in the process of escaping, this girl not only did not follow the secrecy regulations of the occultist, but learned from the Holy Mother, saving as many as she could.

Because of the divine emblem of the king in yellow, the corrupted monsters did not dare to attack Senna, so there were a dozen or so people in front of Luo Pei.

Not only that, it seems that because of Senna's silence, those other humans who followed the girl also agreed with the words of this religious fanatic, thinking that the world has been destroyed, and a new hope will be born among the remaining humans, leading them in this world. Survive the crazy apocalypse.

All in all, it is good to have ideals and hopes.

And Kesma, who inherited the cruel side, likes to trample on this kind of hope. Nothing is more pleasing than this.

"Well, sir, excuse me for your speech." Kesma stretched out her hand and pressed it lightly on the ground.

"Sorry, I don't like to read the Bible very much. Maybe your performance is very attractive, but it can't affect my eating time, can it? My time is really precious."

The voice of the middle-aged man stopped, and he looked at Kesma in surprise.

"Sir... have you brought enough food?"

What is the most important thing in the end?

Of course it's food for living.

The man looked at Kesma, not only the savior who manipulated monsters like the girls in the team, but also the guarantee of survival and the necessities of survival.

"Hmm..." Kesma hesitated. "I don't know if it's enough, but it's still enough for a dozen people."

Hearing this, Sena, who was still silent, shuddered.

She finally raised her head and gazed at her master with fear and disgust. Her sixth sense told her that the malice contained in this sentence could almost overwhelm everyone present.

Senna once felt the feeling of blood soaking her neck from the god named "King in Yellow".

"That's really rude... I'm Cyril."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and announced with a proud and natural tone: "I used to work as a teaching assistant in the church in Avosta. According to God's will and mercy, I think that in this situation, everyone can work together. Survive... So, sir, can you share your food with us?"

There is no reason for refusal. Cyril thought so.

After all, the person in front of him was just a brat. As a very prestigious figure in Western society, his reasons were reasonable, and the other party would reject him for no reason.

"I'm afraid you're not used to it." Kesma said with a half-smile.

"It's okay." Cyril waved his hand. "Food is enough to satisfy our hunger, and in this case we will never ask for more!"

"That's good, let's start with you." Kesma grabbed it suddenly, and five fingers went deep into the hard concrete floor.

"If other people are willing to enjoy the same food as me, I have no problem."

start with me? what starts with me

Just when Cyril was confused by Kesma's words, his eyes suddenly raised.

No, it's not that the line of sight is raised.

Dozens of pitch-black chains rose from the ground like soaring snakes, tightly bound Cyril's waist and legs, and slowly lifted him to Kesma's face bit by bit.

Everyone around screamed in fear, the middle-aged man as the center fled frantically, and some even got into the stinking noon sewage, only Senna remained unmoved and looked at her master quietly.

"Sai, Sena." Next to her, her father pushed his daughter and whispered. "Hurry up and let the monster stop. Although that guy is talking like a god, but..."

"...I can't do it." Senna said bitterly. "Father, didn't you notice? Since the group of monsters caught us just now, my order has been invalid..."

Because the person in front of him is the culprit of the town's mutation, the biggest monster.

Moreover, Senna has to deal with her mother's matter instead of using the plea on someone irrelevant...

Everything can only be proposed after being satisfied with the hateful master... Before that, you can't act rashly... Senna closed her eyes in pain. She had already foreseen what was going to happen next.

"well……?"

Norman can't understand his daughter.

As a small worker, he was powerless to change the current situation, just like he couldn't save his wife, so he could only turn his eyes to Cyril who was bound by chains, and nervously watched what happened next.

"This, this, what is this!" He yelled in horror, the will to survive drove him to twist wildly in the sky, unwilling to be caught by the monster just like this.

"Quick! Chosen Ones, make these damn things stop!"

"Well, no problem." Kesma snapped his fingers, and the chain loosened the man.

Slap.

Cyril fell from the sky and fell in front of Kesma.

Before he could recover from the pain of colliding with the hard concrete floor, a hand full of strange force had pinched Cyril's neck.

"Cough..." The man's face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and he tightly grasped Kesma's thin right hand with both hands.

"What are you...doing..."

"Need to say?" Kesma showed a ferocious smile.

"Show them my cookbook..."

Opening his mouth, he fiercely bit down on the man.

Skin, arteries, flesh, and finally the throat.

The huge bite force of the muscles cut off two-thirds of Cyril's neck in an instant, and the gushing blood entered Kesma's stomach together.

The smell of blood diffused in the sewer, mixed with the original smell, forming another smell that was unbearable for human sense of smell.

Completely get rid of the concept of human beings - the monster's cannibal feast has officially begun.

PS: Well, I have a question for you guys.

Do you feel that this kind of idea is not a human protagonist? I wrote it myself, but I feel that there should be some readers who reject this type of lunatic... Uneasy.

Chapter 177 Like a Parasite