quicksilver blood

Chapter 100 The Witch's Execution

"Makan" walked straight forward and pushed open the heavy obsidian gate in front of Qianshou's tomb.

There was a creaking sound, and Macken's hands were throbbing with veins, and he pushed the door open by himself.

Suddenly, a cold and damp bloody smell mixed with the smell of moss and mud rushed over.

Roland's eyes suddenly sharpened——

"Roland, I'll go and see first..."

"Macken" coughed a bit from the rancid air in the tomb of thousands of heads, and said to Roland while leaning on the door and fanning the air in front of his nose.

But before he could finish his words, his mouth was bound by a large vine coming from behind.

"Makan" turned pale with fright, and unconsciously grabbed the four or five vines that bound his neck and mouth with both hands, but kept pulling for a while.

The moment the vine tightened the throat of "Makan" and blocked his mouth, the vine was immediately swung by a huge force, pulling him towards the obsidian gate.

a bit.

Twice.

Pulled by the vines, the back of his head kept hitting the blunt edge of the obsidian door, making a dull sound.

The vine was very hard, just three or four times, the back of "Makan"'s head was a bloody mess.

The few emerald green vines tightly covering his mouth were stained with bright red, and drops of blood flowed down the gaps in the vines.

Because his eyes couldn't bear the huge pressure in his head, they also burst out, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Makan" looked at Roland with surprised eyes, but only saw the dense vines drawn from the sleeves of the black robe.

When exactly...

Before the doubts in his heart were answered, he was pulled by the vines and flew towards Roland. His hands were tightly bound behind him by two vines, and the joints of his shoulders made crunching noises due to the excessive force of the vines.

There was a flash of cold light, and before the "Maken" even landed, it was submerged into the chest cavity by a blue knife light.

Like the best dissecting master, the short knife flashing blue cold light came in and out like lightning, completely opening the chest cavity of "Macken" in less than half a second.

Inside are the internal organs that are no different from ordinary people.

But the most abnormal thing is this——

"Aren't you here..."

That cool and pleasant voice sounded in the ears of "Makan", but it sounded like a demon to him: "In other words, in the mind?"

How could she know!
"Macken" whimpered louder suddenly, but because the vines only bound his throat and mouth, his wide open mouth could only utter indistinct broken syllables.

A vertically falling blue knife light was like a meteor, directly piercing the left eye socket of "Macken" who had not yet landed, and nailed "Macken" to the ground with great force.

That is definitely not the strength and skill that ordinary "noble lady" can have.The strength alone is more than seven times that of ordinary people, and ordinary Bronze-rank fighters do not have this kind of strength.

What is she...

The left eye was pierced by a short knife with a blue blade and nailed to the ground. From the orbit of the left eye, a thin layer of frost began to spread at an extremely slow speed.Blocked by the ice curtain, "Macken"'s vision began to blur, and everything in front of him could not be seen clearly.

He felt as if something had been taken from his waist.

Is it that knife with a strange center of gravity...

At this time, "Macken" felt the vines binding his neck were untied.He just wanted to cry out for help, but found that the Adam's apple of the human being imitated by him had been crushed by the vines, and his mouth, which was bound wide open and constantly pouring out a lot of saliva, did not have the strength to crush the vines.

Human life is really fragile - before he could complain like this, he felt his body light up and his neck was cut off directly.

"Don't worry..."

A plain but somewhat gentle voice came from "Makan"'s ears, and the vines that bound his mouth were pulled away.

"Wait, Luo—"

he exclaimed.

In less than a breath, his broken throat has been repaired at this moment, and faint yellow flesh sprouts began to grow on his neck, dancing like tentacles, trying to connect with the severed chest cavity.

This is the power of the enemy of Kabbalah.A demonized creature that reverses the evolution process, grows to the highest level, and can even evolve into a terrifying existence of all things through imagination.

"It's just a cub, is it already quite threatening?"

A plain, malicious voice sounded from above the head of "Macken", and the spiked black leather boots kicked his head hard against the obsidian door, half of the fleshy head was instantly shattered, and blood spattered on the door. superior.

And the broken head was bounced back, and it had grown completely just after leaving the gate.And the flesh bud protruding from the gap at the lower end has already begun to try to form a torso with a heart.

"I mean no harm! Listen to me—"

"Makan" tried his best to argue, but his words were interrupted by Roland just as he spoke.

"It's disgusting." There was undisguised disgust and hatred in that voice, "Why do you want to live?"

With another kick, Roland kicked his head hard on the door, bounced back and then kicked back again.Large swaths of blood-colored flowers bloomed on the obsidian gate.Layer after layer, like splashed watercolor.

Just two or three back and forth, "Macken" realized that the defense was useless, so he shut up and revealed the prototype - a head like a bright red flower bud, with several layers of sharp teeth facing inward from the stamen. Composition, below the flower buds are several genital-shaped roots.

It began to curse Roland, using an incomprehensible language, or perhaps a broken curse.The sound was like a baby crying, or the cry of a wraith, or the rustling of insects.

"Why do you want to live?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to die?"

But Roland was not afraid, he just kept his face expressionless, and kicked the Kabbalah's enemies on the door time and time again.The demonized creature without the protection of flesh and blood is so fragile that every time it collides with the door, a large piece of flesh and blood will explode, and the thick black plasma will explode on the door layer by layer.

Finally, when the disgusting flower bud bounced back for the last time, the blue light of the knife fell vertically, piercing the flying flower bud and smashing it into the ground.

The force was so great that the light blue short knife trembled violently, almost bending and breaking.

——Gather a blow!
Immediately, the constant bang bang finally stopped.

But the bud still didn't die, but continued to expand its mouthpiece full of sharp teeth, making sharp and ear-piercing noises towards Roland.

Roland just stepped straight on the dagger stuck in the ground, put all his strength into it, and rolled it down hard.

The cub of the enemy of the Kabbalah finally uttered its mournful cry for the first time.

A feeling of being cut on the thick leather with a blunt knife came from the soles of his feet, and Roland's expression finally calmed down, returning to the plain and leisurely at the beginning.

"You've done a good job, as far as the bag is concerned. I'm in a much better mood now."

Roland lowered his head, and said gently to the enemy of Kabbalah who was trampled under his feet.

The grievances and pressure that had accumulated since last night were finally relieved a lot by beating this guy.

Roland cannot tolerate any failure.What's more, the salvation of the city of wealth that I once boasted that Haikou must be successfully completed.

Although the redemption was indeed completed in the end, the result can never be considered complete, and it is not a problem to say that it is just enough.

In the end, what Roland did was not to attract people to do good, but to force people not to do evil.

If the Eternal Sleeper counted Roland's mission as a failure, Roland would actually cheer up and prepare to come back to the White Tower - but she just counted Roland as a success.

what is this?
mercy?Or comfort?

From the time travel to the present, the restlessness caused by the drastic changes in the living environment finally broke out at this moment.Mixed with grievance and loneliness, an evil fire burst out from Roland's heart, but Roland did not dare to complain to his boss.

Roland knew in his heart that if he didn't vent that hostility, sooner or later it would have a huge impact on his own behavior.

Thanks to this unknown enemy of Kabbalah——

"May you sleep forever."

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