Red juice flowed from the wound of my tooth and dripped to the ground, and several rhizomes the thickness of my little finger were strangled even harder at this moment, as if they were about to break my legs. (8)(1)Δ Chinese Ω net.『 ８⒈

But I completely ignored the pain.

In my opinion, this kind of behavior is just presumptuous before dying.

The half-cut plate, like a dying caterpillar, began to struggle frantically.

The rhizome became tighter and tighter, and in a few seconds my feet covered my legs, and the climbing trend continued, and it would not be long before half of my body would be swallowed up by its rhizomes.

However, I didn't worry about it, I just slowly waved the knife in my hand, moving it downward little by little, and with each movement, new wounds on the disc increased, and at the same time, more red liquid flowed out, and then, the rhizome wrapped around my legs climbed up an inch like crazy.

I had a faint tingling pain in my legs, caused by the rubbing of the thorny skin on the rhizome, and it looked like the pants were scrapped.

... Maybe I'll be scolded by Cagalli again.

I thought so, but there was not the slightest displeasure in my heart, on the contrary, an uncontrollable wave of excitement hit me like a wave.

It's the feeling again......

I'm familiar with this feeling, as if every time I feel murderous, this feeling will always come as scheduled, excited, excited, and this feeling of pleasure will drive me to keep slashing monsters, killing monsters, killing monsters, slashing monsters...... Again and again.

As long as this feeling came together, and I didn't go crazy killing monsters and let my knife bleed, my hands would involuntarily start to tremble, like an addict who is sick, both afraid and longing.

In the past, it was good to say, no matter how monstrous the killing intent, I could suppress it quickly with my will, but now, this is not the case, under the domination of the resonance of the mysterious combat technique, my killing intent can already control the actions of the body independently, although for the time being, I can distinguish between myself and myself, and there will be no mistaken killing, but there is still a fatal flaw My fighting style will also change with the domination of killing intent!

Before domination, I was a lewd and cunning warrior, good at teasing the enemy with degrees and advantages, however, once I was dominated, I would really become a berserker-like existence, rampage, frontal toughness, hard fighting, anyway, in addition to obscenity and cunning, do everything to the extreme, it is simply a model of the warrior world!

But my strength is far from reaching the level of defying the sky, and the density of my body is not as strong as a monster, and the most important thing is that I am a warrior who eats with agility, and I have to leave my advantage behind and go to be M!

It's the same as asking a professional car mechanic to fly an airplane and a professional butcher to be the chief surgeon.

Of course, the above is just my inner thoughts, at this moment, my body has been completely controlled by the killing intent, and has become a murderous shell.

Without a playful smile or a teasing slow cut, it was as natural as a stream of water, and with a flick of the wrist, the straight knife cut the plate, along with its entire body, in half.

The walking cannibal made no sound, so I could not hear its screams, but I could feel its pain, for the rhizomes that were wrapped around my legs first tightened, then slowly loosened, then fell off one after another, and then turned into a pile of withered yellow.

"Goodbye."

I subconsciously said that it was a farewell to this walking cannibal that had been entangled with me for a long time.

The straight knife waved, smacked a few times, cut the two halves of the plate into thin pieces, and closed the knife at the moment when the plate had not yet landed, watching the scene of the plate landing.

The shattered disk had lost its final struggle, and the broken teeth and flying teeth swirled in mid-air, turning to black ash and dissipating before they could hit the ground.

"Oh, it turned into black and dust," I said casually.

Turning around, the girls were all tired and panting, but they still had to run desperately to avoid the pursuit of walking cannibals.

"My lord, help, help!"

The girls began to cry for help intermittently.

Pulling out the knife again, I strode forward, although my body was uncontrollable, my thinking and reason were still very clear: "Hey, you guys stay away from me, I'm going to hang up!" ”

"Hang? What is that? A girl asked casually.

"Ah, you don't understand, it's a good thing, girls can't get married if they understand," I casually coaxed.

Don't say it, it really works, as soon as these words came out, all the girls stopped talking and followed my instructions to stay away.

Perhaps attracted by my killing intent, the two walking cannibals stopped one after another, and then moved their plates, looking at me from a distance.

At the same time, the three walking cannibals in the distance, who were about to send the girl into their mouths, also gave up the act of eating the girl, and the rhizome quickly loosened, throwing the girl on the ground, and then moved quickly, moving towards me.

"Ha, that's really attractive," I laughed at myself, and I kept walking, getting closer and closer to walking cannibalism.

The three warrior girls who fell from the ground hurriedly got up from the ground, supported their bodies that had consumed most of their physical strength, staggered to the supplies of their own squad, took out a new set of coats from their followers, and then changed their clothes in the white canvas that several girls were pulling......

All this is in my eyes, I have to complain: how serious is your obsessive-compulsive disorder, although it is said that the clothes are torn, but there is no leakage, can't you treat this body as a new image? Besides, if you want to change your clothes, can you go back and change them again? Can you consider how I feel when I wait for an old virgin! I'm a normal person, if I suddenly erect a big tent under me during the fight because of this, what will my face be!

As the spit kept going, so did my movements, rolling and moving, like a running squirrel.

If I get close, I can guarantee that I can chop all five of them to slag in less than twenty seconds.

However, it is not that easy.

A walking cannibal has only a few or even a dozen rhizomes swimming, which is quite easy to dodge.

Five walking cannibals, but dozens of rhizomes are swimming around me, which is a bit difficult.

From the summary of the battle just now, I already know that this rhizome moves forward very quickly, and when it shuttles through the ground, it is silent, and it is impossible to judge where it will emerge from the next moment.

However, these are not the most important things.

The most important thing is its existence, which belongs to the endless, like an endless army of cockroaches, which is a headache.