Blood of Mercury

"Macan" walked straight forward and pushed open the heavy obsidian door in front of the Tomb of Thousand Heads.

The creaking sound came, and the veins in Markan's hands jumped violently, and it was a man who pushed the door open.

Suddenly, a cold and damp **** smell mixed with the smell of moss and soil rushed over.

Roland's eyes suddenly sharpened——

"Roland, I'll go see first..."

"Macan" was choked by the rotten air in the Tomb of Thousand Heads, and leaned on the door while fanning the air in front of his nose while speaking to Roland.

But before he could finish speaking, he was bound by a large vine behind him.

"Macan" was shocked, and his hands unconsciously grabbed the four or five vines that bound his neck and mouth, but they kept pulling for a while.

At the moment when the vine tightened the throat of "Macon" and blocked his mouth, the vine was immediately swayed by Juli, pulling him to the obsidian gate.

one time.

Twice.

Pulled by the vines, the back of his head kept smashing against the dulled edge of the obsidian door, making a dull sound.

The vine exerted a lot of force, and with just three or four strokes, the back of "Macan"'s head was a blur of blood.

The few emerald vines that were tightly covering his mouth were dyed with bright red spurting, and drops of blood flowed down the crevices of the vines.

Because his eyes couldn't bear the huge pressure in his brain, they also burst out, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Macan" looked at Roland with astonished eyes, but only saw the dense vines pulled out from the sleeves of the black robe.

When exactly...

Before the doubts in his heart could be answered, he was dragged by the vines and flew towards Roland, his hands were tightly bound by two vines behind him, and the joints of his shoulders made a crunching sound due to the excessive force of the vines.

I saw a flicker of cold light, and before "Markan" even landed, a blue-blue knife light sank into his chest.

Like the best anatomy master, the short blade flashing in the cold blue light came in and out like lightning, and in less than half a second, the chest cavity of "Macon" was completely opened.

Inside is the internal organs that are no different from ordinary people.

But the most abnormal is this-

"Aren't you here..."

That cold and sweet voice sounded in the ears of "Macon", but to him it was no different from a demon: "That is, in the mind?"

How could she know!

"Macan"'s whimper suddenly increased. However, because the vines only bound the throat and mouth, the wide open mouth only sent out vague broken syllables.

A azure-blue knife light that fell vertically like a meteor, directly penetrated the left eye socket of "Macon" that had not yet landed, and pinned "Macon" to the ground with great force.

That is by no means the strength and skills that an ordinary "aristocratic lady" can have. The power alone is more than seven times that of ordinary people. General bronze rank warriors do not have this kind of strength.

Is she...

The left eye was pinned to the ground by a short knife with a blue blade. From the eye socket of the left eye, a thin frost began to spread at a very slow speed. Blocked by the ice curtain, "Macan"'s field of vision began to blur, and everything in front of him could not be seen clearly.

He felt as if something had been taken from his waist.

Is it that knife with a strange center of gravity...

At this time. "Macan" felt that the vines around his neck were untied. He just wanted to cry out for help, but found that the Adam's apple of the human being imitated by him had been crushed by the vines, and his mouth that was bound wide open and spitting out a lot of saliva did not have the power to crush the vines.

Humans are really fragile beings - before he could complain like this, he felt light and his neck was cut off.

"Don't worry..."

A plain but somewhat gentle voice came from the ear of "Macan", and the vines that bound his mouth were also pulled away.

"Wait, Ro-"

he exclaimed.

In less than a breath, his broken throat has now been repaired, and pale yellow flesh buds began to grow on his neck. Dancing like tentacles trying to connect with the severed chest.

This is the power of the enemy of Kabbalah. A demonized creature that reverses the evolutionary process, grows to the highest level, and can even imagine a terrifying existence that derives all things.

"It's just a cub, is it already quite threatening?"

A plain and malicious voice sounded from above the head of "Macan", the black leather boots with nails exerted force, and kicked his head heavily against the obsidian door. The flesh-and-blood head was instantly shattered in half, and blood splashed on the door. superior.

And the broken head was bounced back, and it had grown completely just after leaving the gate. And the fleshy bud that protruded from the gap at the lower end had already begun to try to form a torso with a heart.

"I have no ill will! Listen to me—"

"Macan" tried his best to differentiate, but Roland interrupted his words just as he spoke.

"It's disgusting," was there unabashed disgust and hatred in that voice. "Why do you want to live?"

With another kick, Roland kicked his head heavily on the door, bounced back, and kicked back again. Scarlet flowers bloomed on the obsidian gate. Layer after layer, like a splash of watercolor.

Just two or three back and forth. "Macan" realized that the defense was useless, so he kept his mouth shut, revealing the prototype - a head like a bright red bud, the stamen was composed of several layers of inward teeth, and under the bud were several Striped. Genital. Roots of the same shape.

It started yelling at Roland, in an incomprehensible language. Or maybe the broken curse. The sound was like a baby crying, like the cry of a wraith or the rustling of bugs.

"Why do you live?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to die?"

But Roland was not afraid, he just had no expression on his face, and kicked the Kabbalah enemy again and again on the door. The demonized creature without the protection of flesh and blood is so fragile that every time it collides with the door, a large piece of flesh and blood bursts open, and the thick black plasma explodes on the door layer by layer.

Finally, when the disgusting flower bud bounced back for the last time, the pale blue knife light fell vertically, smashing the flying flower bud into the ground.

The force was so strong that the light blue dagger trembled violently, almost breaking.

- A concentrated blow!

Suddenly, the constant banging sound finally stopped.

But the bud still didn't die, but kept opening its mouth full of sharp teeth, making a shrill noise to Roland.

Roland just stepped directly on the short knife stuck on the ground, put all the strength of his body over, and rolled down hard.

The cubs of Kabbalah's enemies finally wailed for the first time.

A feeling of being cut with a dull knife on the thick leather came from the soles of his feet, and Roland's expression finally calmed down, returning to the plain and leisurely state at the beginning.

"As far as the sandbags go, you've done a good job. I'm in a much better mood now."

Roland lowered his head and said gently at the Kabbalah enemy who was trampled under his feet.

The grievances and pressures that have been accumulating since last night have finally eased a lot by beating this guy.

Roland cannot tolerate any failure. What's more, he once boasted about the redemption of the city of wealth that must be completed successfully in Haikou.

Although the redemption has indeed been completed in the end, the result can never be regarded as complete, and there is no problem in saying that it is improvised.

In the end, what Roland did was not to lead people to do good, but to force people to dare not do evil.

If the long-sleeping mentor counted as Roland's mission failure~www.NovelMTL.com~ Roland would have inspired his spirit and was ready to come back to the White Tower for another ruthless attack—but she counted it as Roland's success.

what is this?

mercy? Or comfort?

From the time traveled to the present, the restlessness brought about by the rapid changes in the living environment finally broke out at this moment. Mixed with grievance and loneliness, an evil fire burst out from Roland's heart, but Roland did not dare to attack his boss.

Roland knew in his heart that if he didn't vent his anger, it would have a huge impact on his behavior sooner or later.

Thanks to this unknown enemy of Kabbalah—

"May you sleep forever." (To be continued.)

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