The Beginning of the End: All Humans Are Destroyed, I Forcefully Chase the Valkyries

Chapter 292 Sisters and Betrayal

While Horok gained a little sense of security in this tense atmosphere, Wu Mou was not lucky enough to accept this sudden embrace.

"I said, Miss Herlock, can you relax a little bit? I... I feel a little out of breath."

"do not want!"

Horok in his arms refused simply and neatly. Not only that, but the force that restrained Wu Mou became even stronger.

"Turtle, does Herok, who has only [-]% of his magic power left, still have such a powerful power? It doesn't look like a little lolita."

Wu Mou was like a fish out of water, he had to open his mouth to breathe vigorously due to lack of oxygen, and Horok seemed to have sensed the predicament Wu Mou was facing at the moment, and the strength in his hand was slightly weakened.

The lungs were given enough room to move, Wu Mou was amnesty, and he breathed the air with little oxygen in the small wardrobe.

"Huh...hey...I'm alive..."

It was the first time that Wu Mou, who almost died at the hands of the Valkyrie, felt how wonderful oxygen is. Although he couldn't live without her every second, this was the first time Wu Mou cared so much about her.

"Hroc... wants more..."

Horok's small voice brushed against Wu Mou's ear, and Wu Mou, who had just recovered from the dizziness caused by hypoxia, couldn't hear clearly what Horok was saying.

There was a feeling of being caught in Wu Mou's chest, it was the insignificant little trouble that Horok made with her little hands.

"Horok...want more pats...head pats...please..."

That was not something that an ordinary Horok could say. A Valkyrie was actually asking a human to touch his head one more time, something that only children like to do. No one would believe it if he told it, but that was the fact. Wu Mou heard clearly that Hu Luoke's request was that simple.

"Pfft~", Wu Mou laughed softly: "Is this still the same Horok who swears when he doesn't agree with each other?"

"Shut up! Don't laugh! Just do what Hrock says!"

Horok was obviously a little impatient, and kept kicking Wu Mou's legs with his little feet. Fortunately, the range of movement was not very large, and Brünnhilde and others outside the closet were too focused, otherwise the two of them would have People have already been exposed.

"Okay, okay, it's up to you!" Wu Mou once again put his hand on Hu Luoke's head. The latter seemed to be more proactive this time. Before Wu Mou could make a move, Hu Luoke himself touched Wu Mou's hand. It rubbed up.

"Hey hey hey hey hey~", Herock squinted his eyes and enjoyed the moment very much, as if he had forgotten the fact that his clone was still choked by the perverted serial killer Jack the Ripper outside the closet.

Wu Mou occupied his hands, and his eyes were not idle, staring closely at the world outside the closet door.

The situation outside the closet is in stark contrast to the you and me inside the closet. Brunhilde has a stern face, Jack the Ripper's face is full of the word "joy", and the unlucky The "Horok"'s facial expression completely collapsed under the condition of extreme hypoxia, and the facial features were almost distorted together, which is no longer the expression that normal humans can put on.

"No, maybe someone can put on such an expression." Wu Mou was still thinking wildly at this time, and several well-known beauty lovers flashed in his mind: "Malik Penndio in the city should be able to do it."

It's not that Wu Mou wants to think about it, he really needs something to divert his attention. The look of that "Hrock" is extremely painful, even though Wu Mou, who is in charge of the plot, has already done a good job of psychological construction, so close to the scene Watching a cold-blooded and ruthless carnage show from a distance, Wu Mou, who lives in a peaceful age, is equally unacceptable.

"Goo...uh..."

"Hrok" was completely unable to utter a complete sentence, a word or even a single syllable, but the desire to survive from the bottom of his heart made "Hrok" survive in the few remaining hours. , flailing his arms wildly, trying to grab hold of straws...or be saved by someone.

In this space, the only life-saving straw—Brünhildr, did not respond to "Hrock"'s self-help behavior at all. Brünhilde had no intention of stopping Jack the Ripper at all. In this way, he watched the last struggle of "Hrok" before he was on the verge of collapse with an attitude that had nothing to do with himself.

"I'm sorry, forgive me Hrock, for the sake of victory, this is... necessary."

Brünnhilde's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. Even though the person in front of her who was tortured almost to death was her sister and comrade-in-arms, Brünnhilde showed herself to be a cold-blooded, ruthless and efficient mission machine. That side of him was only shown when he was performing a mission for Odin. Perhaps choosing to sacrifice Horok now was also a "mission".

Brünnhilde's determination was also conveyed to the heart of Horok in the closet. Wu Mou could clearly feel the force coming from his chest. It was Horok holding Wu Mou's clothes tightly. , Horok's breathing became rapid, and it was obvious that Brynhildr's statement made the little kitten in Wu Mou's arms, which had just calmed down from the panic, once again become uneasy.

Horok originally thought that Jack the Ripper's act of murder was just to scare her so that she would cooperate obediently, but now it's obvious that it's not what she imagined, and Jack the Ripper didn't intend to stop at all. It was to force her to use the divine weapon to refine it.

Horok thought that her sister, Brunhilde, who was better than her own sister, would stand up in time to stop Jack the Ripper's terrorist act, but she obviously misjudged again. This is the only way to solve the problem right now!

There was a rare silence in the closet, neither Wu Mou nor Herok had any interest in continuing to "flirt", a desperate tragedy of betrayal and murder, almost Horok, who became the heroine of this tragedy, couldn't possibly become positive.

In this situation, Wu Mou couldn't think of any words to comfort Herok, so he could only continue to repeat the movements in his hand, hoping to distract Herok by this, so as not to be dazzled by fear and hatred .

"It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! I'll never get tired of seeing this color!"

What Jack the Ripper saw through his outrageously capable right eye was that the original color of "Horok" was gradually covered by a color called fear, and the slender legs of "Horok" were flying in the air. The center swings back and forth in vain until it can no longer swing, and finally hangs feebly.

(End of this chapter)