The wanton life of a certain beauty

"what!"

"Help!"

"Woooooo!"

"Puff puff!"

"what!"

In the office, Sloan, who was sitting on the boss's chair, didn't want to hear the shouts and screams coming from the factory.

but……

The shouts and screams, like the pouring rain outside, did not give anyone a chance to choose. Even if he didn't want to listen, he couldn't stop the waves of sounds reaching his ears.

Sloan's right finger trembled inadvertently.

damn it.

After finally sending away a God of Death Cross, why did he usher in a more terrifying God of Death?

At least……

Cross doesn't have the guts to come here directly and start killing people.

and also……

Are the more than 100 people downstairs all pigs?

He is alone!

one person!

Could it be that, with more than 100 people, not even one person can be dealt with?

waste.

It's all rubbish!

Sloan felt bad all over. He couldn't figure out why, when more than 100 people were fighting against one person, why was it not that one person who screamed and begged for mercy, but those 100 or so people.

at this time.

The shouts and screams suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sound of the pouring rain outside.

In the workshop.

[Maximum magic power +1]

[Maximum magic power +1]

[Maximum magic power +1]

【…】

[Maximum magic power +1]

Booker, whose whole body had been completely shrouded in thick crimson smoke, stood on a mountain of corpses, raised his head slightly, and looked at the different world he saw in front of him.

call!

The pupils, which were completely covered in blood-red, began to slowly recede.

The crimson blood mist around him also began to recede.

Booker, who embraced the darkness but never sunk, began to control himself and once again extracted himself from this somewhat unclear state.

"Oh no!"

A whisper suddenly appeared in Booker's mind, and then the voice of the evil little mage Vega came out again. It was different from the excitement before, but the same resentment as before: "In your denial of the soul At the same time as the dark side, your power was also denied, ah! No, embrace..."

call out!

The blood-red color in his pupils disappeared instantly!

The crimson blood mist disappeared instantly.

Boom!

Booker's right knee went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was able to control it. After a few rapid breaths, he returned to a normal breathing rhythm, came to his senses, and wiped his forehead.

The moment the darkness is lifted away, people always feel empty.

"good."

Booker looked around at the mountains of corpses around him, smacked his lips, and looked back: "So this is how talent is used, tsk tsk, now it's perfected. There are tricks for group attacks, and adrenaline for singles."

Although there is no upper limit of magic power before completing the job change, there will be such a fluctuation at the moment when the extraordinary evil force absorbs the upper limit of magic power.

This feeling is not obvious when playing one on one.

Can……

When one person starts a group, the feeling is not that of one plus one. The magical state after superposition makes Booker understand why Casillas said that a world with magic will be a A different world.

It's indeed different.

However, I have no interest in sacrificing my soul to others. Give me some time in that world and I will still get in. Don’t be too surprised when the time comes, Xiaoka!

Booker raised the corners of his mouth, strode forward, and left the mountain of corpses in front of him.

As for why there is no sea of ​​blood?

The crimson smoke that almost enveloped the entire factory just now was just a sea of ​​blood composed of these mountains of corpses, but they have all evaporated now.

"Sloane!"

Booker walked up the steps, looked up and passed the reconnaissance guard, and saw Sloan, who was still sitting in his office pretending to be calm, and said loudly: "Wait for me, I'm coming to find you."

A clatter.

Sloan held his breath and was looking at the pesticide that was walking to the door to see what the results were. As a result, he suddenly heard a voice from downstairs that was no less than a demon demanding life. He shook his little hand and almost almost Lost the USB flash drive in his hand.

"Shet!"

The insecticide over there quickly closed the door and looked at Sloan sitting on the office chair: "Damn it, he's coming up, what should I do?"

Sloan took a deep breath, stood up, and walked toward a secret door on the right side of the bookcase in the room: "Let's go!"

The green hills that are left are not afraid of running out of firewood.

Now that the matter has come to this, we can only retreat from the edge for the time being, retaining our usefulness in order to fight again in the future.

Sloan just left without stopping.

The insecticide also hurriedly followed, preparing to run away with Sloan.

"what?"

Booker, who saw the two people's actions, stopped and looked at Sloan and Zesticide who opened the secret door and quickly entered. He stopped, tilted his head, and then looked at the saver. The room with the loom of fate: "Heh."

Want to run?

How to run?

Can you run? Also, did I let you run?

Booker had been to Sloan's office. If he couldn't tell there was a secret door, then he would be a police detective for nothing. He knew exactly where the secret door led to.

After the secret door, there is a staircase, and the end is the room where the Destiny Loom is.

“Contact Continental Hotel!”

Sloan walked down the stairs quickly, pushing open the hidden secret door, and then ordered the insecticide who was following behind: "Tell Winston that we agree to be accepted by the Continental Hotel..."

no solution anymore.

While there were still people in the textile factory, they couldn't even stop the cross.

at the moment?

The entire textile factory was massacred by a demon more terrifying than the cross. In this case, if you don't think of a way, you may have to live in fear for the rest of your life.

At the moment, the only one who can protect them is probably no one else except the Continental Hotel, which shows signs of unifying the world of killers.

but……

Before Sloan finished speaking, the moment he walked out of the secret door, he looked at the scene in front of him. For a moment, his footsteps stopped in place, and he stared in disbelief at the man sitting on the loom of fate, with his feet stepping on it. Someone from the Loom of Destiny.

"Hi!"

Booker took off his hood and looked at Sloan and Zinshijia who came out of the secret door. He smiled and greeted the two of them: "You two, where are you going?"

Insecticide's expression suddenly changed.

Draw your gun!

death!

All in one go.

"Uh……"

The insecticide's pistol fell to the ground at the same speed as the repairman. He held his throat and kept bleeding. He fell to the side feebly. He coughed up blood and widened his eyes. He looked at it. Next to him was Sloane.

"save……"

"help me!"

"..."