The sin of wearing a crown

Today is probably the most depressing and aggrieved day in the lives of these poor innocent bees. When they charge towards the target in groups, this two-legged creature is not said to be stung and rolling all over the ground. He simply stood still while scurrying around, occasionally waving his hand to clear the obstruction in his vision.

The poor little bees can only use it in vain, flapping their wings again and again, launching useless charges, trying to teach this immobile bastard a profound lesson, so that it will not stay near their home again.

I don’t know if the plastic demon has the feeling of falling in love with a scene.

When the bees fell one after another doing useless work, the rationality involved in it became more and more fearful.

The extraordinary person who made the move hasn't taken action yet.

The familiar sense of threat continued to spread in the mood, and it seemed to smell the breath of the man holding the pipe and the beautiful boy like an elf again. It's not a single one, but overlapping and spreading. Even if they are not here, the extremely dangerous atmosphere has arrived.

All around, there are dangerous murderous intentions.

at some point.

Probably when the plastic demon could feel the gaze hidden in the dark temporarily moving away from him, the monster, which violated the standard state of human power, used his hands and feet in an instant, using pedals and hands to push himself to the ground in an instant. In mid-air, it flew directly towards the deep mountains.

This momentary transition from extreme silence to extreme movement caused the swarm that was still trying to attack it to lose its target in an instant, and could only helplessly circle around its destroyed home.

In the dark forest, the figure is like an ape using its strength to move forward.

After the plastic demon completed its first escaping action, it immediately sensed many dangerous and sharp threats coming from mid-air. The tense trembling speed was not only several times faster than itself. points, and far exceeds in flexibility!

laugh! !

In the busy dodge action, the crisp cutting sound rang in the air. I don’t know what was passing by in the darkness. Not only did it easily cut through the tough branches and leaves, but it also cleverly analyzed the joints, just like a chef cutting through the branches. A cow cut off one of the plastic demon's arms.

The arm that fell to the ground began to twitch like a living thing, scurrying around as if it had no bones.

Before it could try to escape quietly from the scene.

A bright flying knife flew from an unknown angle and nailed it directly to the wet ground. The next moment, the screams of beasts seemed to be heard in the air! I saw the ink color, covering it with the power of shadow, the activity of that arm was instantly destroyed, and the whole arm turned into fly ash!

‘If you cut off your hands and feet, you can take them back with you. How about cutting off your tongue? ’

Watson jumped skillfully in the shadows. If there was a third party, they would be horrified to find that from the beginning to the present, she has been flying close to the shape of the demon. No matter how the prey speeds up or changes direction, she is always following it steadily. The seemingly gentle and harmless ultra-fine steel wire is looking for the right angle to pull and separate. The ignorant plastic demon is immersed in it. In fear.

The remaining rationality rather than absolute madness makes it constantly recall the emotions that humans should have.

After cutting off one hand cleanly, it let out a wailing sound, its spirit was agitated, and its speed actually accelerated a bit, like a sharp arrow rushing forward desperately.

It’s no longer possible not to rush now.

The plastic demon has fallen all the way from Sequence 7 to Sequence 9. The only thing worth relying on is these covert transformation abilities that can only bully ordinary people or careless extraordinary people. Even Sequence 8 like Linn, who was not the main combat occupation, was almost caught and beaten to death, let alone facing Watson, the [Shadow Executioner].

laugh……

This was the sound of another hand flying out. In the silent cutting, there was neither the excited and joyful tone of the executioner nor the painful screams of the tortured person. It was as if all this was a dream, and except for the speed between life and death, everything else was no longer important.

The hand that spun and flew out suddenly tore itself into two pieces in mid-air, just in time to avoid the pursuing dagger.

The torn arms like centipedes clung to and swam quickly, about to disappear into the darkness.

But suddenly two triggered traps flashed with light, and an explosion aimed at the fragile and chaotic spirituality was seen. The two spiritual streams flashed like moonlight for a moment, and the two separated limbs suddenly turned into deathly silence. The ashes never moved again.

Although it is said that as long as the split body is brought back to keep it active, these small fragments left in the wild will sooner or later wither due to lack of spirituality, but Watson still decided to clean them up.

In addition to being affected by Sherlock's obsessive-compulsive perfectionism, Watson felt that he could help Sherlock. Both gentlemen have worked so hard, why don't I make it easier for them?

The trap light instantly lit up the dense forest.

In this brief light, the plastic demon, which had lost both hands and had been sprinting forward desperately, caught a glimpse of the shadow under him that almost overlapped with itself.

Hunter, it turns out that he has been hiding behind his prey?

By the time I realized this, it was already too late. The sound of the beautifully suspended steel wire cutting into the flesh was subtle and inaudible, a bit like the sound of cutting cheese with a table knife. The plastic demon was stopped abruptly by more than a dozen steel wires glowing with cold light, and was strangled in the air like a swing.

Even the ability to move was taken away by the steel wire that cleverly cut off the barrier.

Turning over and landing gracefully, Watson glanced at the time in the moonlight. The whole process took five minutes. It was so simple...

‘Is this what Sherlock is obsessed with? ’

With a flick of his fingers, he removed the two legs of the plastic demon as if it was being hung as a prey. Although it was still in human form, judging from the strange colorful movements of the incision, it was no longer human flesh and blood. This saved her the effort of stopping the bleeding to prevent it from dying suddenly.

The plastic demon, who was completely unable to move, was extremely desperate at this moment.

It desperately wanted to use its body to twist the steel wire that was inserted into its body, further destroy its body, and then die and transfer its consciousness. However, it became a luxury thought to even move. It could only watch this person with cold air all over his body, as if The cold woman who looked like the incarnation of the goddess of death in the human world pulled the wire, woven it into a knot, and slowly dragged it into the darkness.

Aurora Watson.

The real name is unknown. It is suspected that there were survivors of the massacre in the small town of Kelbran. In the archives of the [Suppression Bureau], Watson is marked as saying that the survivors' statements are doubtful.