The Endless Shuttle

Cosma paid attention absent-mindedly, scratching the artery of his left wrist with his nail.

"I have a question."

"?"

"Human blood accounts for one-third of a person's weight. But except for the parts scattered on the ground that cannot be collected, even less can be used..."

The sharp nails finally pierced the epidermis of the gray skin, and it was not blood that flowed out, but a dark and deep gelatinous substance like petroleum.

Xema let out a long sigh of relief, and pulled off the scarf in the eyes of everyone gradually becoming frightened.

The teeth became shark-like sharp teeth, and the normal face was full of virus-like stripes. At first glance, it was not a monster-like appearance that humans could have.

Compared with Rope, he has no scruples as a stand-in, letting the surging Cthulhu magic erode himself, and even happily.

"Oh! Damn..."

"what are you!?"

"Jack, what the **** did you bring back?"

"Oh my God..."

The sixth sense of mankind is wailing crazily. The **** are like antelopes being held down by a lion, waiting to be eaten, hysterically trying to find something to maintain their sense of security. For a while, the whole house was jumping around, and the gangsters took out their weapons.

Iron rods, short knives, pocket knives, iron chains--

But these Xema didn't even look at it, and continued to speak for himself.

"The body must be intact and kept for use during the ceremonies. Then can you tell me... there are six people present, and when I kill the number one, your fresh blood can make my dead body full of vitality? When you kill the first few people, will your sanity completely collapse? I'm curious, tell me..."

Finally, his voice was no longer indifferent, and he trembled with excitement.

The black glue is like the walls of hell, blocking the only way of redemption behind Xma.

That is part of the body of the evil **** Aberjoss, and the existence that can be swallowed by the gods that do not follow is an intangible taboo for mortals.

"Answer me, let me draw out your blood bit by bit and take a look."

Xma slowly walked towards the gangsters, just as they treated the poor girl.

His figure gradually distorted and stretched, like an indeterminate hyphae, turning into a weird appearance that humans cannot understand.

No head, no face, and no eyes. The body swells and grows, and the main body texture is like a pulsating jelly. From a deep red core, countless undulating linear tentacles extend. At the ends of these linear tentacles are large mouths like suckers.

""Mirror mimicry. Starvampire (Starvampire. "

What comes from the "mouth" is no longer human language.

——The nightmare has come.

PS: I won't explain much about this race, you can go to Tieba to find information about the specific introduction. Interstellar vampires are actually just a subordinate servant race. They are very weak. They kill mortals well, but they can't do anything else...

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Four Summoning, Attracted Deity

"Damn it! Monster!"

"God, save me..."

"I want to leave here! This place is cursed by the devil! I want to leave here!"

The panicked people didn't even count as fighting, they were just unilateral torture.

The monster incarnation of Xima, every swing of its tentacle will cause a person to fly into the air. Accompanied by the sound of broken bones and the screams of panic and pain, they formed a beautiful note for him.

One of them was unable to withstand this reality, or the Cthulhu creature's crushing of reason, he resolutely installed Aberhorse's black gum.

Then it was transformed into the nourishment of the mother of monsters.

"Cry, scream, and die! You and I will become one!"

The excited Xima laughed weirdly and horribly, and the tentacles grabbed the first hapless person, and the sucker bit his artery directly, sucking in delicious warm blood.

Gulong Gulong--

The scarlet blood was visible to the naked eye, flowing along his "arm" to the core, making Xima's body flushed, and the predator slowly turned into a corpse, from the gleam of the eyeballs. Judging from it, he was still lingering and reluctant to die.

Next.

The aura of killing is on the rise. Under this circumstance, Xima "understands" the race he has planned-"interstellar vampires".

Horror groups born only for hunting, the body fluids that creatures rely on for survival are their most delicious food.

"Is it such a joyous thing... Is it so worthy of indulging... Killing and blood!"

Standing at the very edge of the room, Jack Scott smiled crumbled.

It was originally just friends gathering for fun, and by the way blackmailed a little money, but unexpectedly it provokes the devil in the nightmare.

He couldn't even feel regret, his mind was in chaos, and reason had already abandoned him.

"Hey-hey……"

Jack kept smirking and sat down slowly.

He raised his head and looked at the girl who was still struggling.

"I'm dreaming, right? When I wake up, we can continue interesting things. Are you right, baby? Just wake up..."

"Oh!"

The girl's mouth was gagged, but the sound she made was not in response to Jack.

The sane Jack, regardless of whether her mouth was gagged or not, grabbed the girl's brown hair with his long arms, and pulled her to him with a sullen expression.

"Answer me! Bitch!! This is just a dream, right! This is just a dream!!"

Suddenly, his voice stopped, as if the tape recorder was pressed and paused. At the same time, the brown-haired girl's body stopped shaking.

The air quieted down for a while.

The red monster had already stood in front of the two of them.

"Mr. Scott, it's your turn."

He adjusted his vocal cords in a tasteful way so that the two humans could understand their own language. The demon said contentedly.

"I said, I will give you preferential treatment. The blood of those people is enough, I will break the hand bones and leg bones. Let you live intact, usher in the festival."