Master of the Worlds

Chapter 528 The Art of Killing
Until his death, the Golden Mouse Demon's eyes were full of disbelief.

It never occurred to him that such a six or seven year old girl would have the ability to kill him.

puff!
Without the slightest hesitation, little Loli pulled out the dagger that pierced the Golden Rat Demon's throat, and dodged slightly sideways, dodging the sharp claws of a hamster behind the Golden Rat Demon, and also dodged the spray sprayed by the Golden Rat Demon. Dirty blood.

The next moment, the hamster who had just scratched the girl's throat with his paw suddenly realized that he had lost the target of his attack.

"Behind!"

After a moment of astonishment, the hamster turned around decisively.

but
"late."

When the dagger pierced the hamster's heart from behind, the girl's cold voice sounded at the same time, without any emotion, like Shura from hell, just for killing.

Half of the four monsters were wiped out in an instant.

At this moment, two other golden mouse monsters who were slightly smaller behind them rushed in front of the girl.

Although it was slightly smaller, the Golden Rat Demon, which was able to activate its intelligence, was about the same size as the girl's body.

Just, looking at the girl's cold face, looking at the eyes without any emotion, looking at the two companions who fell on the ground and died.

The two golden mouse monsters subconsciously made a move - run!

Yes, two companions who were slightly stronger than themselves died at the hands of the girl. They didn't think they could win.

Therefore, the only way to survive is to run away, pass the news back, and let more people besiege.

It's just that there is no such opportunity.

Before the two golden rat demons decided to run away, the girl had already blocked the way.

The moment a golden mouse demon just turned around, the girl stood still, raised her hand, and pointed the dagger at the golden mouse demon's throat.

puff!

As if he had put his neck on the opponent's dagger, the golden mouse demon didn't understand when the girl was standing there, and why he hit the opponent's dagger with his neck.

The moment the Golden Rat Demon died, he felt his body rise into the air and fly towards the village.

The next moment, he completely lost consciousness.

And the moment he completely lost consciousness, his body fell on another of his companions.

His companion was staggered by the impact. He stabilized his body and wanted to continue running. But just when he stabilized his body, a dagger pierced his back, pierced his heart, and took away all his possessions. vitality.

"Why?"

He could only bring this question to Huangquan Road.

Because, he who only cared about running for his life would never know that the moment he killed his other companion, while kicking his companion's body towards him, the girl was already chasing him in the direction he was fleeing without the slightest hesitation .

There was no pause.

After killing the four rat demons in one breath, the girl's face instantly turned pale as she looked at the corpses on the ground and smelled the bloody air.

A strong sense of vomiting hit her, making her subconsciously want to bend down.

However, the voice of the teacher's teaching played back in her mind, making her resist the discomfort caused by the first killing instinctively, and walked towards the village step by step, stepping on the blood.

massacre!

This is a massacre, killed with one blow, no monster needs a second shot.

Art, this is a killing feast of art.

With the ability brought by the special technique, although she is not stronger than those monsters, she seems to be able to predict the opponent's next move, as if she can naturally find the opponent's flaws.

Then, you only need to attack this flaw and kill your opponent in the simplest way.

As the killing progressed, the girl discovered that although the skill passed down by her teacher was just a skill without any martial arts or magical powers, it seemed to include the skill of killing in the skill.

During the killing, she became more and more familiar with the enemy's weaknesses, and became more and more proficient in her own skills.

Every time an enemy fell, it made her stronger, and every time she made a move, she could deepen her understanding of killing.

One step, two steps.

With one step and one kill, hundreds of monsters in the village rushed out, some of them were weaker than her, some were stronger than her.

Her face was cold, as if there were not hundreds of enemies in front of her, but corpses.

There was no emotion in her eyes.

There was no killing intent, no fear, as if she was looking at dead people, and she was also a dead person.

Every time we passed each other, every time we waved the dagger in our hands, a life was harvested.

She seems to be the master of killing, mastering the art of killing, and can often kill the enemy in front of her in the simplest, most efficient, least labor-saving, and most effective way.

As the killing progressed, she felt that her condition was getting better and better, her efficiency was getting higher and higher, and her understanding of death and killing was getting deeper and deeper.

She forgot her fear, her hatred, her fear of death.

She is like a cold machine, what she has to do, the only thing to do, is to kill all the enemies in front of her.

Every enemy standing in front of her is her prey.

She was like a cheetah rushing into a pack of wolves, hunting wildly.

Regardless of whether he can defeat the enemy, he just keeps beheading the enemy in front of him.

Either, the other party dies, or dies himself.

Killing, killing.

The mechanical version waved the dagger in his hand, instinctively looking for the most correct way to attack, and reflexively turning killing into an art.

I don't know when, in front of her, there is no living creature.

The ground is full of corpses.

The blood dyed the land red, and puddles of blood gathered in the low-lying places.

She turned around, stepped on the corpse, and walked through the bloody water.

One step, one footprint, printed with bright red and fishy blood.

That is a symbol of the disappearance of lives.

Walking through those corpses step by step, those corpses that she killed with her own hands, and that she watched fell in front of her with her own eyes.

The road under your feet seems to be extraordinarily long.

So long that she seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Finally, she walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and walked in front of the clean figure in white clothes.

"teacher"

She called out softly.

She saw that the person opposite had a smile on his face. The smile was so gentle, it reminded him of his mother, who was always so gentle, and his father, who had a rough face, but always treated him Take such good care of yourself.

This smile made her seem to find support.

Facing this smile, she unconsciously showed the same smile.

This smile seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Her complexion turned pale instantly, and with a smile, she slowly fell backwards.

Instead of falling to the ground, she felt herself falling into a warm embrace before her consciousness sank into darkness.

(End of this chapter)