I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"It seems that communication is no longer possible. You have lost the value of becoming a commodity." The manager calmly pronounced his verdict on Xiao Mo, and then the black sword wind that came with his wave was dispersed, and the rust condensed in Xiao Mo's hand was invisible. The force broke it apart piece by piece, and then there was a snapping sound of the slender neck being broken.

Xiao Mo's body fell limply to the ground and lost all movement. However, the manager did not step forward to check, but raised his hand to press down again.

The huge force of telekinesis was about to completely crush Xiao Mo to the ground, but it was blocked by another force.

There was a heart-wrenching sound of bones resetting, and Xiao Mo, whose neck had been twisted in a circle, recovered and sat up from the ground. His dull black eyes stared directly at the masked manager.

"Brother said...those who hurt Xiao Mo can use power..."

It was as if multiple voices spoke this sentence together from the girl's throat. The huge resentment on Xiao Mo's body began to overflow. The vaguely translucent roaring human resentment seemed to have gained entity, and accompanied by the mist that filled the corridor, it moved toward the manager. Go.

"It seems that you have been restraining your own power before." The manager's tone fluctuated a bit. He moved back for the first time because he found that his telepathy had no effect on the resentment emanating from Xiao Mo.

The manager put two fingers together and made a squeezing gesture. The concrete slabs on both sides of the corridor were forcefully peeled off by invisible forces. Together with the steel bars, Xiao Mo and the incoming resentment were slapped in the middle of the stones. .

In the next second, the rocks shattered, the steel bars twisted, and the eroded resentment turned into rust fragments and ash like decay. The wailing ghosts rushed towards the manager standing in front of them.

boom!

The sound of explosions penetrated the corridor, and as the detector issued a rapid beeping alarm, Aling, who was being chased by members of the armed team, was running away in embarrassment.

"Kill one to get enough, kill two to earn blood... I will definitely die here today, but it's worth it!" Aling picked up the submachine gun and ran while pulling the trigger backwards without looking back.

A series of bullets hit the members of the pursuing armed group, but it did not stop their progress.

Those warheads were either blocked by reactive armor or passed through their limbs, cheeks and legs. But these have no effect at all on the "resurrected" undead troops.

The waveband of the detector was adjusted. Although the detection range and accuracy were greatly reduced, at least after getting close, the general direction of where Aling was hiding could be given.

So now Ah Ling can only be chased away by the undead who are chasing after her.

After the opponent supplemented and upgraded their weapons, they began to use solid incendiary bombs and fragmentation grenades to carry out large-scale killings, which made Aling even more miserable.

They could chase through the flames, but Aling could not; they could let the frag grenade explode in a narrow space, but Aling had to run away desperately to avoid being fatally injured.

The reactive armor captured on his body had long since shattered into pieces and lost its use. Aling simply took it off and threw it away, so that he could move more easily.

The evacuated people were no longer able to get close, and the supporting soldiers guarded all entrances and exits with detectors.

Ah Ling knew clearly that if he didn't die here today, the other party would never give up.

After going around in a big circle, Ah Ling could only escape along the only downward path. She knew that there might be the last chance to struggle here.

The "friend" who gave him snacks, Xiao Mo, was imprisoned in the dungeon.

Having seen Xiao Mo's tyrannical fighting ability under the suppression of the manager, Aling thought that if he could release her, he might be able to recruit a few more backers.

Yes, Aling already knew that he couldn't escape, and he just wanted to drag a few more people with him.

Chapter 38 On the verge of losing control

But when Aling ran to the corner of the corridor near the dungeon, he suddenly discovered that it had become an unrecognizable battlefield.

Twisted and rotten gravel and steel bars were everywhere, and blood scabs dried by high-temperature steam were scattered everywhere. The entire space that was supposed to be a dungeon seemed to have been dug up arbitrarily, except for the self-luminous lights that were still flickering on the broken ceiling. Except for the parts, there is almost no intact place left here.

A big hole was opened in the ceiling above the dungeon, and the top stretched out, pitch black.

Can't see clearly.

Aling found several fragmented bodies of the [cargoes] in the previous escort team, as well as fragments of the No. 20 cage where Xiao Mo was imprisoned.

So did she escape...or die?

This question was later answered by a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

boom! !

The object that fell from the broken ceiling hole in the dungeon stirred up a large amount of dust, which startled Aling. She quickly hid in a corner and poked her head to check.

This was the final dead end. If Xiao Mo could not be found, Aling was ready to show up, raise his middle finger to the members of the armed group who were chasing him, and be ready to be beaten into pieces.

First, a figure stood up from the broken light. Obstructed by the dust and fog, another lightning-like black light chased him from above. In the hand of the shadow, he held a strange black knife that was longer than himself.

With a pop, the tip of the knife penetrated the entire Tianling Gai of the standing figure, turning it into a barbecue on a stick.

He pulled out the knife, and then knocked away the blood on the blade. The long black knife broke into two pieces and clicked back, turning into thin threads and dissipating.

"....Xiao Mo?!"

Ah Ling finally saw the face of that shadow clearly.

So who was the guy she just stabbed? !

Hearing Aling's cry, Xiao Mo turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Aling immediately released his invisibility, opened his hands and ran forward as if he was being rescued.

"Hey, it's me, Aling!"

"Aling..."

Xiao Mo looked at Aling who appeared and muttered something.

"Aling is a friend and cannot be killed."

"What are you talking about?" Listening to the cold muttering in Xiao Mo's mouth, Aling had goosebumps.

"..."

Xiao Mo didn't answer herself, she just looked at the motionless body lying on the ground again.

"Oh my god, you killed a manager? You are so powerful! Then the guys who were bombarding me behind my back must have been dealt with." A Ling saw the corpse on the ground with its mask broken, and said I was so surprised that I almost jumped up.

"What is a manager...?"

Although Xiao Mo is still asking herself questions, Aling answered her without hesitation this time: "The manager is the leader of those people with guns. Although they are all mass-produced products, the manager has a big As long as the manager survives at the level of ability, the members of the armed group will not die."

The manager was able to fully command the dead members of the armed squad to regain their combat effectiveness until the enemy was completely annihilated. As for why there were thirty squad members lying on the ground at the reception desk, Aling could only attribute it to Xiao Mo not doing anything to them. Dead hand.

After all, those who are not dead cannot become undead soldiers for the [Manager] to control.

"You have to work even if you are dead, they are really miserable~"

Ah Ling expressed her thoughts, while Xiao Mo curled up with his arms crossed.

"Aling...Aling..."

"I'm here, what's wrong with you?"

"I need...dessert..." Xiao Mo gritted his teeth with difficulty, as if he was controlling himself not to hurt Aling next to him.

Ah Ling looked left and right, then helplessly spread his hands and said: "No, in this situation, where can I find snacks for you? If you are hungry, just endure it for a while... Let's escape first. Then we'll talk about it." There are endless desserts waiting for us!”

Ah Ling urged Xiao Mo to leave, then simply took her hand and led her to run.

Along the way, Aling saw the members of the armed group lying in the corridor, turned into "corpses" again, but she did not stop and kept dragging Xiao Mo up.

It wasn't until he passed by the kitchen window that Aling was suddenly staggered by Xiao Mo who stopped behind him.

"Run quickly, what are you doing?"

Smelling the aroma of cream and honey wafting from the window, Xiao Mo came to the window and looked at Octopus, who was huddled in the corner holding a pile of pans as a shield.

".....Please give me candy!"

"Ah, what?" Squidward opened the pan a crack and glanced at the little black-haired girl leaning against the window.

"I want candy!" Xiao Mo repeated anxiously.

Squidward pointed with the pan, "It's right there, get it yourself!"

Looking in the direction, a glass jar containing sugar cubes and rock sugar granules was placed on the shelf. Xiao Mo's hair danced behind him, turning into tentacles to roll up the sugar jar and take it away.

After witnessing all this behavior, Squidward climbed back to the window in disbelief after Xiao Mo and the others left, peeked out, and even asked tentatively: "Hey, are we related? You Whose child is this?"

He grabbed the candy and put it in his mouth, feeling the sweet taste being melted by his saliva and flowing into his throat. Xiao Mo, who wanted to let go of his nervousness, found that his condition was not relieved at all.

The crazy collection of consciousness in my head is still noisy and howling.

"How could it be...how could it not work...!"

In vain, he grabbed a handful of sugar and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it again. The urge to taste blood and death was still itching in his heart.

Xiao Mo's breathing began to become rapid. She finally realized that she had killed too many people during this period of time, and candy alone could no longer suppress the resentful spirits in her mind.

For the first time in a long time, they tasted the sweetness [candy] that has bad consequences and death, and it was like an addictive desire.

It started like wildfire.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? Let's go!"

Ah Ling noticed that Xiao Mo, who was gradually slowing down, stopped moving, and urged her anxiously.

"You've got all the candy. If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave until more people come!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Mo's pitch-black hair suddenly turned into a sharp steel rod and shot toward him, nailing it to the wall.

Ah Ling took a sharp breath and looked at the drill that surrounded her body, wiping her skin and driving into the concrete wall, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

"Aling...you have to...go by yourself!"

"What? No, the two of us have to go together!"

In fact, without Xiao Mo's help, Aling would not have known how to break through the metal gate that blocked the entire auction house. Not to mention the armed team support and more managers who may be surrounded by the news later...

Who would want to die generously when there is a chance to survive?

"I can't control myself anymore, Aling!"

"What are you talking about? We are friends. You won't hurt me...right?"

Ah Ling glanced at the steel drill that nailed him to the wall, and his voice was trembling, "If you can't control yourself, there are many enemies outside for you to kill..."

"No!"

With a bang, the concrete wall inserted by the steel drill exploded, and was crushed by the hair behind Xiao Mo. Aling found the opportunity to slip out of the gap, so as not to be turned into powder by this thing.

"I can't continue killing people...I hate killing people!"

"If they don't kill people, then just knock them down like before!" Ah Ling quickly followed Xiao Mo's words to comfort her, stomping back and forth anxiously, not knowing whether she should leave Xiao Mo and run away immediately. It's better to take her with you to avoid more enemies blocking the way.

At the same time, among the crowd standing outside the auction house, Gresta and Isabella looked at the venue building sealed by iron gates. Now more armed groups are stationed outside, intercepting the crowds watching the excitement while also keeping an eye on the movements inside.

"Fortunately, I ran fast. If I were locked in, I wouldn't have gotten into trouble again."

As soon as the turmoil broke out, Gresta used magic to hide herself and Isabella. They were the first and only group of guests to escape before the blockade.

"It seems that the excitement of the auction has come to nothing. Should we go shopping elsewhere?"

"Teacher Gresta...I have an unknown premonition."

"Premonition?"

Isabella put her hands on her chest uneasily, "I'm very worried about Xiao Mo's condition now... I want to go find her now, please, please help..."

Gresta looked at Isabella who frowned, and finally agreed reluctantly: "Okay, okay, I'll help you find it, who makes me love you the most~ Let's find a place with few people first. "

"Um."

He took Isabella away from the crowd and entered the uninhabited alley through twists and turns. Wave your wand and lay a magical camouflage barrier at the entrance of the alley.

Gresta took off her witch hat and asked Isabella to hold it for her, then lifted up her bangs that covered her eyes.

"I will see through everything behind the cause and effect and time, and the price of following the contract——"

As the complicated sealing formations were unlocked layer by layer, the black and white eyes of the witch slowly opened again.

"...Give me eyes that can see fire."

Chapter 39 Warden

There are fireworks and monsters in the market.

A huge amount of information floods into the brain, savagely filling it up.

Gresta recalled Xiao Mo's appearance, sifting through all kinds of useless information, and spreading her knowledge outward.

Then, she discovered a thick black fog not far away from the auction house where the two had just escaped. The closer she got, the more she could hear howls from tens of millions of people coming from the thick fog. Call.

A manic, violent, and murderous collection of evil causes and effects.

--What it is? !

Gresta was surprised. She had never seen such a pure collection of negative emotions. They were compressed in the mist as high as a person, and seemed to want to break through the restraints and rush out.

Was there such a terrifying thing in the auction house before? Gresta had to be grateful that she ran out with Isabella as quickly as possible.