The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"No way……"

　　 What Rozim didn't expect was that the monster avoided it at the last moment, but its skin had been burned to black and burst, and it was smoking lightly, like a piece of burnt wood.

　　 The injured demon jumped up amid an angry howl and rushed towards Rozim.

　　The owner of the restaurant's coat flew, and it blasted like a hunting wind blasting the sails. Then he stepped back and fired one after another with his gun.

　　 However, the heat flow that should have hit the target only cut through the air.

　　 The thing fell in front of him and knocked him out with a blow from his tail.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 Rozim fell to the ground, knocking a high pile of wine bottles and rolling down.

　　 When he twisted his body and tried to stand up again, the pain immediately rushed up his spine-the monster's power was not small.

　　 Then the monster began to tear its own skin, peeling off the burnt human skin with a lightness and caution that was totally disproportionate to the evil appearance.

　　 Rozim saw that the exposed upper body skin of the creature seemed to squirm and change, appearing dark purple, as smooth as silk.

　　 At the same time, he also found that there seemed to be palms pushing outwards in the monster's chest, as well as the outlines of screaming faces-one of which he had seen before was the hapless man who had been cracked.

The monster’s arms began to expand and expand rapidly like a balloon, and the fingers merged into a flat plate-like structure, and then became hard and smooth. The two palms finally formed a pair of bone-blade claws, and the dark pink nerve tissue hung like a flag. the following.

　　 And the crab claws on the other arm became bigger and sharper than before.

　　 If its main theme was temptation before, now there is only terror.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 Realizing that he had hit the ghost Rozim, he immediately aimed his gun at the target and fired at the heart of ordinary people.

　　 But the monster disappeared from the place like the wind.

　　 He smelled a pungent stench from the slaughterhouse, and when it reappeared, the scorched wounds were filled with mucus and quickly closed automatically.

　　 A pair of faces full of murderous eyes were facing him, and saliva dripped from his mouth like a snake kiss.

　　 "You have no chance."

　　 Rozim tried to stand up. He stepped back with hands and feet until he leaned against the stall of wine bottles.

　　 "Tara is here, what is it?"

　　 "There is no Tyra."

　　 It murmured, and the words were full of terrifying smiles.

　　 "There is only death."

　　 Rozim saw that face again, and he believed that face was crying and begging at him.

　　 Run!

　　 The man lip-synched.

　　 Run, run, run, run--

　　 Rozim stood up trembling, raised the muzzle, his blood seemed to freeze.

　　 He clenched the weapon in both hands and aimed at the opponent's head.

　　 In a short life, Rozim has seen many things that are difficult to explain-peculiar alien life, beyond-understandable subspace scenes, the darkest human potential.

　　 But everything will be eclipsed by comparison with this creature.

　　 If **** really exists, then it must be the intersection of the kingdom of terror and the real world.

　　The evil banshee raised her sword-like arms, and the crab claws and claws sharpened each other.

　　 "Embrace pleasure."

　　 it said.

　　 "I will make you very comfortable."

　　 "Then can I go back and call some buddies first, I like multiplayer sports."

　　 Rozim gasped and asked, and the monster responded with an angry howl, then pounced again.

　　 He subconsciously shot it head-on.

　　 Luck returned to Rozim again this time.

　　I don't know why the evil banshee suddenly got a crooked figure and was hit directly by the hot melt.

　　 The high-speed heat jet pierced through the skin, ribs and lungs, and came out of the chest from behind with splashes of tissue and broken bones.

　　 A pungent burnt smell immediately filled the air.

"the host--"

　　 The female demon howled and fell to the ground, and after struggling a few times, it turned into pus.

　　 Rozim let out a sigh, but when he noticed that the heat was also igniting the surrounding wine barrels, he immediately ran towards the gate.

　　 The fire raged very quickly. He had just stepped out of the gate with his front foot, and the entire warehouse was burning with his back foot.

　　 Rozim immediately found a place to hide. He knew that the fire would attract the enemy's attention.

　　 Sure enough, together with the fire, many cultists ran out of those dead rooms immediately. They looked at the warehouse yelling and seemed confused.

　　 Rozim immediately saw the opportunity in it.

　　 The enemy's attention is attracted, so he has a chance to find what he is looking for.

　　 The only place is the east side of the small town. It seems to be a bar, with shiny neon lights shining between a pagan symbol and a rotating cylindrical object.

　　 Judging from the low Gothic label above, the name of the bar seems to be called——

　　 The big bird goes round and round.

　　 He bent over and sneaked into a scaffolding, then went through the stained window there.

The light inside 　　 was gray, beside a towering bar, four or five drunks were sitting on round stools, and the dark smoke was in the air. ,

　　 He carefully crawled past the edge of the shadow and ran all the way to the backstage of the bar.

　　 The dark aisle?

no problem.

　　 A cart with trays?

　　 I took the kitchen utensils away as expected.

　　 Neat wine cabinet?

　　 oh...

　　 Lao Luo, who was stuffing his bag, was attracted by the strange appearance behind the wine cabinet.

　　 There was a crack in the wine cabinet, and there was a strange muffled sound coming out with the light, like a group of boxers practicing straight punches with a big cotton bag, and the strange cry of men.

　　 This weird atmosphere made him feel disgusted immediately. There is even a special private room in this ghost place...

　　 But he saw a gramophone next to the wine cabinet.

　　 In order to maintain concealment, Rozim tried his best to pad his heels as he moved forward, hiding in the shadow of the cracked wine cabinet.

　　 Then he picked up the phonograph ~www.ltnovel.com~ and quickly stuffed it into the back bag, then subconsciously leaned his head and glanced at the dark room, but accidentally bumped into a goblet.

"Who!"

　　 "Wow~"

　　 "...This is the fattest and ugliest dog I have ever seen."

　　 After both sides were stunned for a moment, Rozim directly took out the last killer.

　　 A high explosive bomb.

　　 After pressing the detonation button, he directly threw the thing in, and then ran wildly.

　　 When he passed the bar hall, the drunk cultists raised their heads and looked at the brawny man who was flying, their eyes kept in consternation.

　　 "It's going to explode!!"

　　 Too late to explain, Rozim jumped off the steps of the bar in a tiger pounding posture, and then leaped out of the window.

　　 The next second, the explosion arrived as promised.

　　 Boom————!

　　 His eyes whitened, his ears rang, he felt a huge thrust on his back, and he flew out directly.

　　 In the inversion of distance, the only thought in his mind was--

　　 This thing is much more powerful than Loken's **** said...

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