Apocalypse Cemetery

Chapter 333 Renault's Horrible Hobbies ([-] more)

In terms of work, there are three factions in the immortal Harkleus.

The first is the conservative faction headed by Lilith. In this faction, she and Abraham are the two earliest heroes.

The policies they formulate are generally inclined to the prudent type, while ensuring high efficiency, they try their best to avoid mistakes.

The second faction is the radical faction headed by Renault and Amanda. Of course, the current Gulen also belongs to this faction.

Contrary to Lilith and others, what Renault and Amanda are best at is to use destructive means to achieve their goals.

Big losses, but greater victories.

The third is the conservative group headed by Harris Meghan, plus Kassim.

And this faction is the most powerful force of the unfallen Harkleus.

Of course, they seldom formulate policies, but more about coordinating power conflicts and implementing corrections.

In life, they are also divided into three factions, each of which can be described as frenzied.

The first is the Sculpture School headed by Abraham, who is dedicated to sculpting a one-to-one full-scale nude portrait of the newborn. The craftsmanship is harsh enough to show every single hair on the newborn's body.

Also belonging to this faction is Amanda Lowe, who has always been at odds with Abraham. In terms of hobbies, the two are like-minded confidants.

Now, the private showroom of the two is already full of various sculptures in shameful shapes. If the first succession knew, he might directly blow up the entire Dark City.

The second is the school of fiction.

Unlike the School of Sculpture, the School of Fiction was less united.

This faction has two leaders, the first is the graceful faction headed by Harris Megan, and the second is the unrestrained faction headed by Lilith (please don’t crawl out of the grave of Su Dongpo and Xin Qiji, the little one here gives You are guilty!).

These two factions have been engaged in fierce wars unimaginable by ordinary people for many years.

The primary audience for both writers is the Dragonflight and the Succubus Legion.

"The rough master is justice!"

"The shy Master Master is the cutest~~"

"The master of s is justice!"

"Nonsense, the master of m is justice!"

Below, we intercept two paragraphs to analyze the difference between them:

1. Unrestrained faction——Master Juggernaut rushed to me, roughly tore my clothes, and then ravaged me crazily... (for anti-harmony only) with his fingers and tongue~...( Only for anti-harmony.)
Note: This text is written by Abraham himself, and reprinting and commercial use are prohibited.

2. Graceful faction —————————————————— When Lord Juggernaut fell asleep, I gently lifted his quilt and tied his hands and feet with ropes.At this time, he woke up and wanted to resist, but it was too late.So, looking at his shy expression, I couldn't stand it any longer... (for anti-harmony only).

Note: This text is written by Meghan Harris, and reprinting and commercial use are prohibited.

How about it?The hobbies of heroes are terrible!

No, what is really scary is not this, but the third faction—poetry writing and recitation.

There are mainly two people in this faction, one is Renault and the other is Kasim.

Now, of course, they're inviting Grant to join.

Generally speaking, everyone will agree that the learned and wise Master Raynor writes well.Kasim the Rough and Brash is a writing idiot, isn't he?
No, on the contrary, Renault is an unliterary idiot, while Qasim has the style of a writer.

Raynor writes badly, but he never tires of it.

Even if he writes, he also likes to read aloud for lyricism and inspiration.

At this time, the torment suffered by the primary succession comes from this.

"My Lord Master~~ You are the sun in the sky, the stars in the sky..."

“You are the creamy cucumber in the sandwich, the most important part of the dish……”

"You are the two bright red dots on Succubus's chest...the huge and majestic big dick on the tauren's crotch..."

Upstairs in the newborn succession, Reynolds was reciting his poems aloud, and the sound was like broken gongs and drums beating crazily.

Downstairs, a group of Frost Skeletons in charge of night watch were hugging each other's heads and slamming into each other vigorously.

The reason for this behavior is easy to understand. As long as you are killed, you don't need to hear this terrible sound anymore.

However, Renault didn't understand the suffering of others at all, and showed no intention of stopping.

"You are as diligent as a dung beetle and as strong as an iron lump..."

Downstairs, the left hand of the newborn succession is pulling his right hand vigorously.

Otherwise, he will immediately draw out his long knife and swing a fourteen dragon slaying style to send Lei Nuo to his hometown—hell.

Be calm, this is fleeing, when this matter is over, put on small shoes for him, wear small shoes~~
Send him to India, kill him, and never revive the guy.

The first-generation succession kept rehearsing all kinds of tragic death methods of Renault in his head, but it didn't work, because the sound was really terrible.

At this moment, Renault's voice finally angered another person who needed sleep.

A flaming longsword shot from another tower, saving the nascent succession that was about to explode.

He knew that the high tower opposite was Lilith's residence. Obviously, this sword was shot by the unbearable Lilith.

The Fiery Demon Sword pierced through Renault's window, and finally, the world was quiet.

The first-born successor let out a sigh of relief, and said: "As expected of my first hero, he will really solve my problems."

He doesn't care whether Renault is dead or not. From the current situation, this guy must be a long-term habitual offender, and death is not a pity.

As he said that, he covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

However, the good times didn't last long, and 10 minutes later, the howling of ghosts and wolves upstairs started again.

Moreover, this time it was even worse.

The newborn succession covered his ears with the quilt desperately, but Lei Nuo's hoarse cry still poured into his ears like a magic voice.

"My great ruler~~~~ You are as cute as a grass in a flower garden!! I want to pull up my belt and pee on you...to ensure your healthy growth... One day you will grow up to be the king of the world..."

"Ouch~~~ My great master, my sun..."

"I have to write twenty more poems and I can't praise your greatness, so tonight I will write a hundred... I will sing about you until dawn~~~"

The newborn succession threw the pillow away, then grabbed the [Fate Rebel] beside the bed, and was about to go upstairs to fight that guy.

At this moment, a burning ax flew up from downstairs.

(End of this chapter)