Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

In the darkness, there are three figures standing.

The same hairstyle, the same height, the same clothing-even the body contour is unpleasant.

The high degree of similarity not only engulfed the slight differences in the facial features of the three men, but even the specific number of senses was affected and difficult to determine.

There are so many similar people in the world. Many people like twins and triplets have also seen them. But the three are no longer within the similarity of common sense, and even personality and vitality are regarded as useless. The men who are excluded from the body are like virtual images in the mirror labyrinth that continue indefinitely. The uniform specifications on the production line doll.

Men are neither virtual images nor dolls, they are real flesh and blood. Breathing, eating, excretion, and action-humans should have as many life activities as they should, but they are slightly different from [standard] humans.

Except for the eyes and nose, the men buried in robes moved.

The same foot is taken together, and the pace and pace are completely consistent like a prank. Occasionally turning the neck to observe the surrounding environment is also a synchronous linkage, there is no difference.

The three of them were like puppets controlled by the same line. They looked expressionlessly at the corners of the room with eyes engraved at night.

Heretics purged.

There is no one who does not know this name among the human countries, and the crying baby will be the one who will shut up when he hears it. They belong to these three people.

The previous name, independent personality and thinking were all abandoned when accepting the reincarnation ceremony, for men who are determined to dedicate all their body and mind to become the hound of the gods. Those are unnecessary clutter.

Live for faith, fight for faith, die for faith. Serving the mother goddess with all my heart, turning myself into a burst of bursts, a violent storm, and burying all blasphemous people-this is the purifier.

Therefore, this strange room can't make them feel anything.

The old apartment, which is difficult to reach even the moonlight, has long lost its residents. Under the hint of the operation system's "avoiding enchantment", the tramp and the inspector will not approach. "Jack the Ripper" is here to carry out his work.

Usually the rooms where people are affected by killers are full of blood and debris, and dungeons with miserable corpses. It is absolutely unrelated to the word health. But "Jack" does not seem to be superficial in the popular image. People artists looking for beautiful colors in the intestines and liver.

The room was neatly organized, as if the owner had just left. Obviously, there is a ruin piled up with feces and **** across the wall. This room is only a little old, and a broken vase with flowers is placed on the dining table where the broken leg is fixed with a rope in the middle of the room.

Reduced to the field inhabiting the ruins. Still not forgetting the homeowner who put flowers in the desperate situation-unexpectedly full of sentiment and hope for life. Also very emotional.

It is hard to imagine that such a person would kill children one after another. A murderer who dismembered the body.

After entering the inner room and observing "Jack"'s workshop, people will have a deep and terrifying understanding and experience of his fanatical work enthusiasm.

Although the same with the outside. But some things will not disappear easily.

Splashes on the wall, and brown stains after oxidation;

The stench that does not want to evaporate in the air, even the nasal cavity and lung lobes will be burned;

Yellow-white attachments stuck in the gaps in the corners;

——The traces that haven't been erased fully indicate that some terrible things have happened here, and even the brave people will choose to withdraw temporarily because they feel unbearable at this time.

The purifiers continued to move forward, and the viscous liquid that smelled and smelled, and the soles of their feet could not delay their actions.

Either beauty or ugliness.

It smells good, smells good.

In their eyes, it was just a symbol, and they would not be surprised or questioned about it. They just carried out the tasks given by God and went all the way.

The puppet-like purger stopped.

They found several pairs of new shoe prints, which should have been left not long ago.

In other words, someone came to visit here first.

"Yo, the uncles who cleared."

There was a faint light in the room, and a girl greeted them lazily.

Long-sleeved V-neck, mini pleated short skirt-a sailor suit that has recently become popular among various girls' schools, with a white and lively face and a smiling face, and pink double ponytails on both sides of the head.

How do you think it is a spring girl who is incompatible with the murderous mansion, and said in a nearly coquettish tone:

"'Jack' is no longer here. If you can, can you ask the uncles to turn around and leave like everyone else?"

The purifier did not answer, and continued to walk towards her.

"Ah? Didn't the God Hound understand human words? Brainstorming, okay...Wang! Wang Wang! Wang Wang Wang!!!"

Unresponsive to the young girl who suddenly turned into a Wang Xingren to try to communicate, the three men took out the ring of the two partial grips from their arms, and then a white arc burst.

Battle wheel.

That's a circular blade, and the outer circle is sharply ground. Not only can it be used to block the sword, but it can also hack the opponent. In combat, you can also throw as needed. It is the standard weapon for church assassins.

"Can't you even understand the dog words? This is troublesome, the trouble is big, the trouble is dead!!!"

With her eyes closed and her head tilted back, the girl showed a slightly angry expression of dissatisfaction because of the trouble.

"eliminate."

Three people made a sound for the first time, one for three and three for one. There is no way to distinguish between individuals and groups, there is no hesitation, like a death knell at a funeral.

At the same time, 6 war wheels quickly turned around to take advantage of all parts of the body, and 6 held new war wheels in their hands, taking the retreat from the time difference.

In a flash, the small space became the girl's death cell.

They have no hatred against the girl, but "Jack" himself and all related parties must obliterate and then bring something back to Emil-the task of getting the divine power is their full meaning, so they will not think more Many problems.

For example: why can a girl in a dead place laugh out loud?

The loud noise of steel impact and the explosion-like hurricane pierced the roof and pierced the starry sky.

Excessive recitations, desperate flashes came to an abrupt halt under one blow.

After the moment that ordinary people could not capture and understand with the naked eye, all the purifiers were beaten and their bodies were trapped in the wall. The two ponytail girls stood majestic and majestic, repulsing 12 murderous weapons and the silver light of 3 big men falling to her feet.

Fork and halberd.

The first impression people get when they see the bizarre weapon in the girl's hand is that after kneading the two weapons together, it looks like a weird product with a long-handled antlers.

"Oh... I want to introduce the guy who is eating, it seems I can't hear it."

Unscrew the three-section handle ~www.readwn.com~ and refold it. The girl shrugged and fiddled with her hair.

It is impossible for men to answer her.

Silently infiltrated into the room, thousands of leeches disguised as walls covered them tightly, sucking blood and body fluids continuously, and only a layer of skin was left for the purifiers.

"Sister Goblin, can you go back?"

A girl looked out of the leech with a look of anticipation.

"Tonight there are "Master Li Lin's reprimands" and "Master Roland will always accept this book" for sale. I really want to go back soon."

"No, let's finish after the work."

"It's too much..."

The leech girl re-infiltrated into the clump of avatars, the gossip was sleeping with her eyes closed, and everything was calm again. (To be continued...)

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