Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 118: Advent
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When the eyes of Chen Ang were swept again, everyone who was gazed at by the calm, even indifferent eyes felt shudder, intertwined with fear and anger, and turned into an unspeakable emotion surging in his chest .
The clown body ignored by everyone suddenly struggled twice, and tenaciously lifted up his **** head.
The clown's eyes were confused at first, and then when he heard Dada's footsteps approaching, he became frightened. He clasped the floor with his fingers in vain, moving it inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.
A moment later, I saw a pair of shoes stopped in front of him. The clown's eyes looked up, but he only saw Chen Ang tilting his head to look at him.
The fierce and indifferent look made the clown stunned, and the fear of extinction was turned into a grievance. The clown grunted his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.
"I seem to have done you ..."
When Chen Ang smiled, he ran back to where he was, took out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown. Before he finished speaking, a brick hit his forehead. , Once, again.
The people around are silent, a large fighting field, in addition to the sound of breathing, it is the sound of bricks hitting the flesh.
After a few hits, the clown was completely paralyzed on the ground. Chen Ang had to pull his hind leg and drag him to the center of the stage. The long trail of blood stained like a brush, as if returning to the light, like a dead dog. The clown dragged on the ground, almost desperate for the last bit of obsession, and burst from the ground, rushing towards Chen Ang.
He bit at Chen Ang like a dying wolf, his flesh and blood spattered like water spots, and a violent breath came to his face.
Chen Ang slammed his lower abdomen fiercely, and he heard a clear cut. The clown's upper and lower bodies were almost folded in half, the spine twisted into a U-shape, and fell on the ground with a click.
Squatting in front of the clown, Chen Ang looked closely: "Are you called a clown?" He pointed to the clown's mouth: "No, this is no clown!"
"What is the charm of the clown? Love and madness ... you are crazy enough, but not enough to love. I want to see what you care about most? Then tell you the truth of a little clown: bad days, Will turn anyone into me! "Chen Ang read through the clown's memory and then altered it like a graffiti.
Finally, he took out the knife and made a smile on the clown's face.
The clown tried to stop him. He raised his hand weakly and grabbed the trousers of Chen Ang, struggling desperately. Chen Ang pulled out the brick, facing the hand, one or two times, and only a layer of flesh was connected Fingers can no longer hold Chen Ang.
Chen Ang put the knife into the clown ’s mouth, and soon finished the creation. Looking at the clown ’s cracked smile, he stepped back calmly and turned his head to sigh, "This is the clown!"
The arena is a small enclosed space. The glare of the light has been seen for a long time, and the eyes will spend. More and more iron thorns are entangled in this space. The orange and some old light shines here In the bush of thorns, blood spots and rust are intertwined, don't have a cruel taste.
The mechanical, cold and simple test and game are still going on. A lucky corpse hangs on the wall of thorns just like that. The corpse is pierced by an iron barbed wire and hangs like a cross. The corpse began to pile up, and the blood went out. A thick and unspeakable malicious and cruel flow in the void.
Nourish this evil soil.
Chen Ang is no shortage of sacrifices, there are always a steady stream of sacrifices coming from all sides of the city to provide materials for this **** festival, the game is still going on, and the lucky ones who completed the first round have turned into corpses , And those who unfortunately failed only survive the cruel game for their love.
Hook desperately wants to complete the end of the game so that his family does n’t have to participate in the game. He used all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, blood and cruelty.
There are fewer and fewer people surviving, and they do n’t need to intervene in Chen Ang. Those villains torture each other. They turn like a grinding disc, grinding themselves and others into flesh and blood slurry. The farther the game is, the more cruel it is. When Robert is off, the scene has reached the situation of Chen Ang.
"So no matter how good the talent is, it ’s not as good as a good system ..." Chen Ang gestured there with the punisher: "In the beginning, my methods were rough, and I was only able to scare the weaker ones, There are people in my heart, but later on, those who have a strong motivation to end this are excavated by me. "
"They started to do this actively. At this time, the system started a good start. It can gradually improve itself. Those who do not have the power, oil and salt to enter become fuel and are gradually consumed, but Those who are motivated, whether it is revenge or crazy. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to be creative. "
"In this process, I just need to make repairs on the basis of this system, and they have completed the game themselves!"
"Now we have thirteen carriers ..." Chen Ang swept over those distorted and indecent bodies, Joker, Robert, Gatsby ... These are people who have not been able to get salvation from the game, they The ending will be ten times more miserable than everyone who died.
Thick, almost quick-rising maliciousness pervades the slaughterhouse. Daredevil takes the fledglings away from here, and the punisher violently disperses the ‘residents’ near the building.
The wounds on the thirteen carriers have become crusted. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died, but under a strange power, they not only struggled, but also grieved with a twisted soul full of resentment. The wound is even recovering.
Thin tentacles grew out of the flesh and blood from the wound, groping on their bodies.
In Chen Ang's perception, these people's bodies are rapidly deteriorating-there is indeed something coming from the void into their bodies, and the entire process of alienation makes the scalp numb.
The souls of this pair of carriers are really unparalleled torture. Those inexplicable existence, ordinary people at a glance, the spirit will be greatly polluted and on the verge of madness. Even people as smart as Stark and as determined as the American Captain will be seriously affected, and these carriers can be said to be in intimate contact with those monsters.
It is to insert their bodies into their bodies alive.
"As someone said: Bad days will turn anyone into me!"
Chen Ang sighed: "I don't think there will be anything worse than this, how about being a person? The most important thing is to be happy. I hope you can once make someone happy-clown!" He bent four roots Finger, put a quotation mark around his ear. (To be continued.)