I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 130 Massacre

The sound of the trigger being pulled echoed and overlapped with the footsteps outside.

The bloody smell that filled the room spread out along the cracks the moment the door was opened.

squeak-

No matter who comes in, he has nothing left to say in this world.

Stirring the blood in the room, Charles' hand, filled with the bloody aura, was held on his face.

Compared with the leader who lives in this house now, this delivery man is much weaker, so under Charles's dragging backwards, he was pulled into the house unprepared.

Neither his other companion nor the two delivered goods had time to see clearly what happened, and could only hear a crisp tearing sound - or some other sound, in short, it was not very good. The kind of description.

Charles used a little force with his hand to push back the painful cry in front of him into his throat. With his free hand, he patted the man's fragile chest. His bloody fingers and claws pressed against the gap between the ribs, tearing open the flesh and grasping the sternum, which was much softer than his own hand. .

The sound this time was definitely a crisp snapping sound.

Echoing this voice was the torn-out skeleton.

'He is indeed a master...'

Just because this person is not dead yet and is still twitching, it can indeed be said that he is worthy of being sent by Jinjin Cave.

But that's it - holding down the skeleton, Charles lifted the hand holding his face slightly, and the big head took the backbone, disconnected from the other skeletons, and tore apart the remaining flesh. Was pulled out.

The surging blood, accompanied by the brutal killing, gradually poured into Charles' body along the hand, making his eyes flash with blood.

The clear, real and powerful feeling is constantly urging his master to hunt more creatures.

It was obvious that this hand was becoming extremely fanatical under the stimulation of blood, but it was still very loyal to its master and tried to share the beast-like bloodthirsty desire.

Every drop of blood gushing from the wound clearly told Charles what he could do for him, a killer.

'But I don't want to do anything! '

What he wants to do cannot be accomplished by killing alone!

Then, the bloody light dissipated.

Compared to the first battle, the scene looked like a corpse dismemberment case... ah, no, that was a corpse dismemberment case.

Now that Charles has experienced the killings, it becomes easier to control himself. Although it will still be very vicious, at least he can prevent himself from being addicted.

After all, he had a role model. Even if that role model didn't actually do much, it didn't affect him from starting to demand himself according to some of the things he imagined.

At least it has to be decent in something other than killing.

A very simple idea, but very useful.

If it works, then you have to stick with it!

Just like he didn't think about honorable killing - the swinging spine was like a sharp arrow, slicing open the neck of another deliveryman who was stunned.

Shake away the overwhelmed head, along with the scattered spines.

Before the hot blood in his throat spurted out, his free hand blocked the only passage. The still warm touch surged into Charles's hand, roughly urging him to do what he should do.

Click——Boo——

Crushing and pulling out are very smooth with the cooperation of two hands.

Holding his head that seemed to be still conscious, Charles Furui looked at the goods being brought over with his unwavering eyes. Rather than the parts in his hands that seemed to want to say something, his eyes looked more like a dead person - or maybe he was looking at a dead person.

"Don't be afraid, and don't look at him..." He curled his lips and put away the weapon that he had not yet used. Bunty squeezed away from Charles and showed his face in front of the goods: "We are here to save people."

It's hard to tell whether the way Charles is pushed out of the way is so funny and ludicrous that it breaks the sense of fear created by his previous killings, or whether it's because Bunty is just so good-looking.

Or just plain scared.

In short, these goods did not shout, but walked into the room quietly.

It might be more appropriate to call it a slaughterhouse. After Charles's two killings, this place is now completely unbearable.

"But you have to stay here first and wait for us to pick you up..." He hesitated, "Or wait until night, if no one comes to you, go find Brick. That cow is easy to find. Just ask. You can find it if you ask. If you can still remember your family members and they are still around, you can ignore my words."

Although the two of them intend to save everyone and not let go of the delivery here, there is no need to take risks with these children who have escaped danger.

After all, this is a dangerous thing. It doesn't matter if it succeeds, but preparations for failure must be made in advance.

There was no time to comfort the few little ghosts who finally realized their fear, and he didn't even ask their names - they would have plenty of time together when the matter was settled.

Forget it now, there is no need to let them remember the name of the dead, so that these brats can forget it better.

Compared with what we have to do in the future, saving a few people can only be considered a trivial matter. But for such a small thing, you have to be prepared to treat yourself as a dead person.

The things that were torn apart by Charles were piled together, and even more blood was deliberately sprinkled.

It can only be said that he is a person from a shantytown. Although he says that he cannot accept it, he will not be soft when he actually takes action: "It seems that I will definitely dare to shoot soon."

Looking at Charles who had walked away, trying to make his smile gentler, Bunty encouraged these little devils who had to grow up.

"If you can overcome it, just hide under those corpses. At least they are still fresh now. If you can't, try not to talk. In any case, those people will not be willing to walk in here and inspect them carefully."

After patting their heads and leaving these last words, he followed Charles' footsteps without hesitation.

"If you are worried, you can stay here."

"There's nothing I can do about it. Who makes me worry about them?"

Since you made the decision yourself, you still have to go to the end together.

Although there weren't many things she could decide on, she didn't have the habit of hiding aside and silently waiting for others to sort things out after that day.

Especially now that she is in charge and her companions believe in her.

Even this companion is not much bigger than the little ghosts who just need to hide, but also has to face more things.

"You need more help here, whether it's fighting or..."

Shaking the gun in his hand, Bunty believed that he would use it even though he had never used it until now.

Whoever lets this be Eris, the rats in the sewers will have a chance to resist.

'It seems a little disrespectful to Tucci——'

(End of this chapter)