Collapse of Iron: Cultivating the Star God was exposed, breaking the defense of Ruan Mei

Pale insects, cloaked in a cloak woven of darkness, lay dormant in silence.

It was so short, only half a man tall, with a pair of tiny bony horns on the top of its head.

Beneath the pale skull, there are a pair of eyes as black as hollows, silently staring at what the Memories are heading towards death

The ronin-like winged cloak fluttered slightly, and the weapons hidden beneath it could be faintly seen.

The pale worm stood alone, as if it had nothing to do with the world, but like a little knight when faced with something facing death.

"Are you, what?" said Sunday, looking at the little pale knight.

An unbearable feeling of emptiness came from the pale little knight's body,

It is not a nothingness born of the contemplation of existence,

It is not the nothingness that arises from the surrender to meaninglessness,

Nor is it nothingness born of suffering and despair,

That's hollow.

There is no mind to think,

There is no will to be subservient,

and there is no cry for suffering.

What shook its wings toward death, and made a manic chirping,

It seems that even it, born of fear of death, could not bear the hollowness brought by the little knight in front of him.

Its "Seventy-One-Three" writhed its huge body, and its hideous evil eyes stared at the little knight,

And the little knight only followed what he wanted to do with his gaze towards death.

What is towards death after all, I can't bear the hollowness of the little knight,

I can't resist the instinct to bring down death.

It flew high into the air at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the feathers of the evil eye around it rained down like arrows at the little knight.

Sunday's eyes widened, not for the astonishing speed at which death was headed.

It's because the little knight is faster than anything to die.

It turned into some kind of dark shadow, dragging its dark wings through the rain of arrows,

In the blink of an eye, it passed through something towards death.

Dingling ————

The sound of raindrops hitting the ground of the ancient city sounded.

"Ah——————h

The little knight drew the weapon hidden under the cloak,

It was a bone nail forged from pale bone and carved with a spiral pattern.

Sunday was captivated by the beauty of this weapon,

That pure, elegant, quaint gesture reveals a hollow aesthetic.

The sharp, pale weapon cut through the shell of something towards death.

Pitch-black liquid gushed out from the wound, and the thing writhed in pain toward death, wielding the blade on its arm.

The little knight with the pale insect face remained silent, and there was not the slightest hint of joy in his eyes at the loss of the enemy.

The bone nail in its hand drew a pure, monotonous and elegant curve in the air,

What is the arm blade towards death and the little knight's bone nail,

The jingle of a bell echoed from inside the bone nail and eventually spread throughout the lobby of the Daydream Hotel.

The little knight catapulted out with the help of the reaction force of the impact of the bone nail and the arm blade.

Its bony mantis knife strapped to its arm hooked into the ceiling of the Daydream Hotel, its legs curled up slightly under its cape, like a praying mantis ready to hunt.

No, it's just hunting..... Hunt what is towards death.

Sunday came to my senses in a trance.

The little knight hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring with empty eyes at what is facing death,

He writhed in pain towards death, and the little knight's bone spike had obviously hurt him.

And the little knight doesn't just want to do a little bit of damage, it's so simple.

It shows the most important qualities that a hunter needs..... Patience.

It waits, and something is exposed to death.

It seized the momentary opportunity, and its slender legs jumped out of the wall, swooping down on something towards the massive body of death.

The twisted evil eye turned into an arrow and shot at the little knight,

But the figure of the little knight is nimble like a wasp, and the bone nail in his hand is wielded like the top warrior in the universe.

The simple, pure, yet elegant bone nail technique easily opened the evil eye of what was towards death.

Even the blade that broke through the air with a fierce swing towards death was dodged by the little knight with the simplest movements.

It stepped on the head of something that was facing death,

The evil eye in the center of the palm-like skull widened as it stared at the pale little knight.

The little knight lifted up his bone spike,

Suddenly, the entire Daydream Hotel fell into an unbearable empty silence.

Ding——————

The bone nail pierced through everything towards the Eye of Death.

The little knight gripped the bone spike, and the dark shadows of its pale skull erupted,

At this moment, the little knight was like a reversed photograph, covered in shadows, and only a pair of eyes flashed with a silent white light.

The shadow flowed down the spiral pattern on the bone nail, active like a tide,

The wriggling, clawed blades and tentacles of living shadows, tore at the greatest evil eye of something that was facing death.

"Yaya, Yaya, Yaya!!!"

A creepy wail poured out from the body of something towards death,

And with it gushed black pus,

It was the fear of death, the subconscious of the shadow of murder.

If an ordinary person is touched by it, they will be killed by it even in a dream.

But the little knight was bathed in pus, and he didn't look affected in the slightest.

Even, the pus didn't hang on the little knight's body.

It's like it doesn't belong in this dream.

The little knight pulled out the bone nails that crushed the evil eye, and the shadows flowed down the bone nails back into the pale skull of the little knight.

It was back to the silent pale knight.

Something fell from mid-air towards death,

The luxurious decoration of the Daydream Hotel was also smashed to pieces.

It hung powerlessly on the ground, like a feathered serpent whose wings had been cut off.

The little knight landed lightly, silently and silently past the warriors of the Hound family.

The warriors of the Hound family did not dare to speak, only one heart beat restlessly in the hollowness brought by the little knight.

The little knight walked to something in front of death at a speed that was neither fast nor slow,

The pale nails of bone point to the dying thing towards death,

The little knight's bone nails drew a rustic arc in the air, swinging down at something towards death...

Ka ———— (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

The sound of the mirror shattering sounded from the little knight's bone nail,

The mirror surface that appeared at some unknown point shattered in front of the bone nail.

The speed at which the little knight wielded the bone spike was also a little slower.

Something seized the moment towards death, wriggled like a worm, and quickly escaped into the depths of the Daydream Hotel.

The little knight slowly put away the pale bone spikes and hid them in his cloak.

"Its hunt is over?" asked Sunday in a low voice.

He didn't know who he was asking questions.

I just want to use the way of speaking to dispel some of the hollowness in my heart.

Sure enough, no one answered Sunday's questions.

But the lonely little pale knight silently walked into the depths of the Daydream Hotel.

Its actions answered the doubts of Sunday,

The hunt is not over, and the hollow and pale little knight with the insect face is still hunting for something towards death.

"What the hell .....is that, Mr. Sunday," asked the captain of the Hound family, worriedly.

Sunday glanced at the Captain of the Guard, and he understood the Captain's concern.

The little pale knight gave him a much greater sense of anxiety than anything towards death.

That bone-chilling hollowness that I can't help but get goosebumps when I think about it just a little on Sunday.

"Lord of the Orange Dream Hidden in the Depths of Sweet Dreams....."

"Pale Mask without Dreams, but Wandering in Dreams....."

Sunday remembered some recent rumors.

Closing his eyes slightly on Sunday, []

There's something he didn't tell anyone else,

This is what he discovered the moment he saw the little knight.

The little knight, who was only half a man tall,

It actually gave him some similar feelings to the Harmony Divine Master..... Is it divinity?

In the repeated cloister, the little pale knight, dressed in a cape, strolls through it.

Its slender legs rested on the floor of the cloister, silent and untraceable.

Suddenly, the little knight stopped,

It raised its pale head, with only a pair of black, hollow eyes, and looked up at the ceiling.

Above the ceiling, a cold killing intent swept in,

The little knight who had cut off his evil eye, and now he was seriously wounded, and what was hanging upside down towards death,

The slender evil eyes that surrounded it were staring at the little knight with murderous intent.

The little knight didn't know why the monster didn't run away.

But the duty of hunting will not change......

Dingling ——————

Pure bone nails as pale as iron and sharp as sharp peeps peeked out from under the cloak,

The spiral pattern shimmers with a cold sheen from the fierce light.

"Oops, it's not in vain that we went to great lengths to guide the actions of the Memes of Memory. "

Suddenly, a flirtatious girl's voice appeared in the air,

At the same time, one by one, like the figures in the fierce mirror, slowly surrounded the little knight.

"Immature Worm God ......"

“..... You were arrested, you know?".