We Villains Put Invincibility on Our Faces

"[Crimson King] Ah!" A voice that changed in tone came from Diablo’s mouth. Risout didn’t care about the boss’s wailing at all. It’s better to say that he liked the voice and sprinkled iron powder into the boss’ eyes , He wants to get rid of this demon quickly, just like he slices Thorby and Gerrard, no, he wants to retaliate back thousands of times.

But why am I a little dizzy?

Risout lowered his head, why is his body all blood? Why... it's all blood?

"Rissout, my [inscription] prophecy is absolute. I saw myself being chopped up by you, but I didn't. Then guess who was chopped up?"

Diablo realized that the blade was starting to disappear, and he reluctantly stood up, "You deceived Tobio with the water on the ground, then is it right for me to deceive you?"

Reflective.... It’s not Diablo. He did push me a bit after the leap of time. I guessed the wrong distance. Did the iron sand scratch me? Is it the excitement and blood loss that prevented my brain from forming vision? ..... How could it be possible, obviously I won, obviously I...

[The Scarlet King] Standing in front of him, his right hand grabbed his chest and crushed everything inside.

At the last moment, when all the blades disappeared, Lisutra stayed at Diablo and hit him in the face with a trembling fist, but he did not even bring any pain to Diablo.

Risute slipped weakly from Diablo and fell to the ground. He stretched out into the ubiquitous world of light, but in the end he only caught the darkness.

"Hormaggio, Iruso, Meloni, Gachu, Solbe, Gerrard, Gachu, Prosit, Bessie," he murmured, saying everyone's name. Until there was no more expression in his eyes, the red iris also faded.

"Good job," Diablo panted heavily and closed Risout's eyes. "Good job, you didn't lose your glory until you died, Risout Nero."

ps: I only want one blade, and then 117 more. In return, I wrote three thousand words and the battle was complete.

The first draft was written for 86 minutes, revised for 70 minutes, and finally searched for information for a total of two hours, changed and changed, and I was about to cry myself. It was not difficult, but for Risut Nero, he and the assassination team. People are different, he is glorious, he is the light in the dark, and the bottom line of the assassination team.

I like him very much, so let him go to bed early.

ps2: Push the book "My Diablo will not easily take a dog"

Diablo? No, no, I refuse.

As a five-good youth under the red banner, I would never be the villain!

...Well, it's not impossible to raise a daughter...

(In short, Diablo’s Kirajiying life)

Chapter 50 The Psychologist

One kilometer outside the Colosseum.

Near noon.

"Bugarati, have you encountered the boss?" Krieger, who sensed Shidan, tried to get through Bugarati's cell phone until the fourth call.

"Huh...no, we didn't meet the boss."

"I feel that there have been two occasions to delete the launch. It wasn't you, that was..." Krieger had a bad guess, and he was hostile to the boss and removed Bugarati and his party, then Only Jiaqiu or Big Brother are left, are they attacked?

My mission! Just as the boss looks like a ghost, maybe he was killed by the passing messenger, just like Diablo did a good job as a gangster, and suddenly a passing white knight rushed up to **** him when the road was uneven. Don't come to the end to grab the head! Krieger hurriedly looked at the mission goal, but the goal he thought had failed was still hanging there, just like it had always been.

what happened?

Krieger is even more confused. Is the boss just demonstrating? The front body is gone, who else can he beat, tetanus and infection?

Jiaqiu knows the boss's information, and he should be with Risout now. The two of them should have no problem dealing with a disabled boss. Is that the big brother? No, the eldest brother doesn't even know the way, he may not go where now, and besides, the eldest brother really collided with the boss, it won't force the boss to delete it twice.

After thinking about it, Krieger didn't think who was fighting the boss. The plot changed to this point, which was no longer something he could speculate.

"I don't know." Bugarati's voice interrupted his thoughts. "We met the boss's guard, one named Joe Kolat and the other named Sai Ke. Joe Kolat has been killed by us. Called Sai Ke escaped, you have to be careful. His double name is [Oasis], which can turn objects in contact with itself into mud. This ability is usually used on the ground, but it can also be used for direct contact. Don’t hurt other objects or even the human body.” Bugarati’s voice was low and unacceptable. “The boss ordered to deal with Misdar, Naranga and you first. It should be your abilities that are too great for him. Too restrained, the number of people who go to hunt down you is the most, don't die here."

Bugarati closed his eyes and opened it again, trying to make his tone normal, "I don't have many friends, don't die anymore."

"Again? Are you okay over there?" Krieger heard what was wrong.

"Naranja is dead. I was killed by mold in order to save our lives." Bugarati was silent for a while and continued, "We found the location where the boss used to hide. Let's go there and take a look. The address is sent to Your phone is on. Also, before Saike escaped, I heard a stand-in messenger who was good at tracking came to you. Pay attention, you live well and don't die again."

"Hello? What did you say..." The other end of the phone was hung up, Krieg stayed on the spot, and Naranga was dead. How could this happen? ! Because of his intervention, the **** plot characters have not died as long as he has seen them. Now Bucarati, they don’t have to go to Sardinia. Apache, who would have died there, will also survive, but Nalan How could Jia die here? !

All the way to the present, Krieger hasn't seen any dead person. He always thought this was a perfect battle, but the reality is obviously not like that. It just moves according to his own rules, and has nothing to do with Krieger's will.

If you don't separate from them, Krieger's single-player battle against the boss will be impossible, and if you separate from them, someone will die. Let Bugarati repeat the words "Don't die anymore", repeating these four words so many times, his heart must have not been relieved yet.

[But I believe that we must still have some way]

This is a sentence often said in hot-blooded comics, but what is the heaviness behind it really in reality. When the teammates are desperate and desperate, the protagonist will always be positive and upbeat, no matter what, he is a magnificent image, and then use the skillful aura to defeat the villain, without sacrificing anything to become a winner.

Where can there be such an easy thing?

Krieger sighed. Fortunately, Prosit had left the battlefield, but those who were trapped in the battlefield continued to fight. There was no epic sense of blood boiled over between life and death, but only the cruel beauty of coldness and cruelty was brought.

"Sir, what happened?" A passerby in formal clothes saw Krieger standing motionless on the street, and kindly ran over, "Did something happen? I saw you standing here after the call?"

"It's okay." Krieger looked at this kind man. He had a carefully trimmed beard and his face was full of sunshine and self-confidence. It seemed to have nothing to do with the words chasing soldiers and gangsters, but Krieger still Without putting away the fishing hook, the fishing line has already reached his heart. He doesn't believe there will be such a good person here, "What are you here for?"

"That's it. My name is Wilhelm Wundt and I am a psychiatrist. Do you have any problems?"

"William Wundt?"

"Yes, have you heard my name?"

"No," Krieger denies. This guy seems to be unable to see [Beach Boy]'s fishing line, but it is suspicious in any way.

"Well, sir, do you think the weather is so good today, are you lucky enough to have a drink?" The middle-aged man claiming to be Wilhelm Wundt wanted to put his hand on Krieger’s shoulder, but under the perception of the hook, Krieger turned away.

William put down his hands in a slanderous manner. It was this small gesture that brought the extremely rich rose fragrance, but Krieger was more puzzled.

Do men in formal wear wear rose-scented perfume? Krieger has indeed heard the name Wilhelm Wundt, who is recognized as the father of experimental psychology in the world. Is it a coincidence that a psychiatrist calls himself this name?

Krieger responded to William's enthusiasm, his fingers trembling slightly, and he brought the fish hook in his heart, but William didn't notice any abnormal movements, just scratched his chest.

Maybe it's normal? The stand-in messenger would be a little flustered when he saw his heart being entered by a fish hook, but William didn’t look a bit flustered. Just when Krieger wanted to relax his vigilance, the dial on William’s hand reflected a little sunlight, which reflected the light in his eyes. Krieger squinted his eyes and looked at his watch.

He actually saw a completely different "William" on that dial. It was an old man with a very old face. Unlike the eyes of "William" staring at him, the old man was looking at Krieger's shoulder. .

Chapter 51-You want to yin me

Ok?

Krieger, who discovered that something was wrong, took out the hook without hesitation. The feedback from the hook proved that something was brought out, but William still stood there with ease.

"Oh, an elegant woman, why did she fall suddenly?" William turned his head, his tone of disdain. Although Krieger knew that staring at William was the most important thing, his anxiety still prompted him to look at the place where William was watching. There was another William on the road holding his head, and blood was flowing out of his head. Scolding something.

This is a stand-in attack!

Krieger realized that he was in a hallucination. He looked around. The tourists on the whole street, including the shop assistants on both sides of the road, all turned into William's appearance. The bleeding William also stood up and looked at Krieger. At the beginning, only their faces changed. Everyone still said their own things. In a blink of an eye, everyone began to repeat the same sentence, and the streets were full of blood and rot.

"Oh, an elegant woman, why did she fall suddenly?"