Areus, feeds on fear, has no carapace protection, is covered with corrosive mucus, and has a weak point in the heart.
The sharp blade condensed from the shadows cut open the belly, slid into the body with the rustling sound of corrosion, and cut into the still-vibrating heart fiercely, the tip of the knife turned, and the greasy meat was minced. into minced meat.
Gaiset poisonous insects, scavengers, carry deadly toxins all over their bodies, curl up when in danger, and protect their soft belly with indestructible poisonous armor.
The barrier formed by the dark elements wrapped the curled poisonous insects and flew towards the sky. The giant insects with human faces rammed through the barrier, making irritable squeaks, the barrier shattered in mid-air, and the poisonous insects quickly fell—its body Relax, open your claws and try to land smoothly. The distance between it and the ground gradually shortened, and in an instant, a sharp blade broke out of the ground and let it fall straight on it. The sharp blade pierced through the belly, and the stench and sticky blood dripped down.
Hewis, likes to eat living things, has a cruel temperament, and has sharp teeth at the hands and feet. His body is huge and flexible.
Three huge barriers trapped the writhing and struggling monster in the corner of the rock wall. There was no gap. The young man held the blade in his hand, and with cruel patience, skillfully cut its arms and legs into pieces. , cut the monster's whining and rolling body piece by piece from the end, the colored arms and legs were cut off before they could regenerate, and the long, dark, dull blade was as delicate and rigorous as a scalpel in his hand, and it was already disturbed. He rummaged through the rotten flesh, and finally, in the corner of the huge rotten flesh, he picked out a hard lump the size of a peach kernel with the blade of his knife and crushed it gently with the sole of his shoe. The monster's huge body shuddered and twitched a few times, lost its last vitality, and slumped into the narrow gap between the barrier and the rock wall.
The human beings in front of them have an almost terrifying insight, and they know the weaknesses and characteristics of each race like the back of their hands.
Every rugged terrain and even every rock under the narrow section of the cliff was used cunningly to counter it in the most cruel, sinister and ruthless way.
In the depths of the pitch-black abyss, the moonlight had already disappeared, and the blade could not reflect a shred of light. At the moment when the shadow passed, the disintegration of the body and the miserable wailing sounded at the same time.
The youth's breath was covered up by dark elements, dissipating like mist in the dark and shadowless abyss, occasionally leaking a trace of blood and flesh between the actions, and when the hungry and angry monsters attacked in that direction, they would fall into a new trap.
He was so cunning and vicious, so unpredictable that even monsters were terrified.
Some monsters with certain intelligence lost their desire to fight and fled towards the cliff mouth, but they hit a hard and invisible barrier again - long before the slaughter began, the other party had blocked the escape route.
It was a one-sided massacre.
A series of wailing and screaming resounded through the valley, and finally silence returned.
Ge Xiu stood tall on the towering rock, and carelessly shook off the remaining blood on his hands, the blade of his fingertips dissipated in the air like a river flowing into the sea, and the still-dry blood droplets ran down the contours of his cheeks. Drifting away slowly, the pale face was like the dim morning light before dawn.
He looked around, and his eyes swept across the valley calmly, as if the ground was not piled up like hills of messy corpses and broken limbs, but only cold stones and grass.
In the next second, a sharp blade condensed from dark elements suddenly rose from the rock peaks in the distance, piercing a seemingly dead body.
The purple-black ugly body let out a shrill scream, and finally twitched twice, and finally lost the last trace of anger.
There was no sound in the whole valley.
However, Ge Xiu clearly knew that such calm was only temporary. The smell of blood spread by the slaughter is too strong, and it is a fatal temptation for the monsters at the bottom of the abyss. The cruel scene was just an ordinary Sunday for the creatures who were accustomed to killing in the abyss.
He jumped lightly down the rock wall, the thin blade emerged from between his fingers, and skillfully peeled and sliced valuable organs from it, with a kind of surgical ruthlessness and precision.
In just a few minutes, Ge Xiu filled his backpack with loot.
He returned to the cave just now, carried the little wolf on his shoulders, turned and jumped into the darkness, his slender figure was instantly engulfed by the shadow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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Above the abyss is the ground.
The poisonous air raged on the barren desert soil, and the blood rivers were like scars, gurgling between the dark mountains and abyss.
Like the mainland front, there are settlements and towns here as well.
In the very center of the Wasteland of Death, a majestic city stands tall, with dark and cold rocks forming the bedrock, scorching magma rolling under the city, heavy spires clustered like sharp blades among the huge rocks, high walls, stone pillars, statues, Cascading ups and downs, rich dark elements gather and flow in the dark lanes and sharp spires, and are firmly locked in the center of the city by the huge element array.
This is the city of Aster.
It is the largest city on the opposite side of the entire continent. It rises from the ground where the Dark God is buried. It is controlled by high-level demons, with strict order and distinct levels.
In the very center of the magic city, there is a tall mage tower, and the top of the tower flashes a little strange light in the dark.
Inside the tower, two high-level demons knelt deeply on the ground, their red curved long horns pressed against the ground, their faces almost sticking into the dust.
A tall, ornately dressed demons turned their backs to them, standing in front of the intricately patterned Gothic-style window of the Mage Tower. The curved horns on his head were a deep dark purple, symbolizing his status as a noble.
"have not Get it yet?"
His voice was mixed.
The heads of the two demons were buried deeper, with faint fear and trembling in their voices: "Sir, we are doing our best to expand the search range, and the number of people invested is also multiplying, and all the idle goblins and servant demons I've been sent out-"
"answer me."
The voice of the demons was low and unpredictable, with a faint hint of danger.
"…Not yet. Your lord."
The demon standing by the window squinted his eyes, the dark purple pupils were burning with cruel dark fire, he raised his finger, the heads of the two demons rolled down in an instant, and the two headless corpses were in a short period of time. After standing still, it collapsed, and hot blood sprayed from the neck cavity, instantly dyeing the gorgeous carpet a deep dark red.
The well-trained attendants quietly entered the room, carried the two corpses down, and quickly replaced them with brand new carpets.
Their movements were skilful and quiet, and they seemed to have done it more than once.
However, the strong and sharp bloody smell in the room did not dissipate at all, as if it had already soaked into the walls and crevices of the mage tower.
The two demon adjutants walked in immediately and replaced the previous two demons' positions - as soon as their immediate boss died, they also got the main job in turn.
The purple-eyed noble withdrew his gaze, turned around, and the dark robe flashed with strange blood-colored lines with his movements.
He said: "As the night of the full moon is approaching, its power will gradually increase, and more demon soldiers will be sent to search to ensure that it is found before the day comes."
The two demons lowered their heads even lower:
"Yes, my lord."
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Dark whispers sounded in the misty chaos, speaking in a seductive tone of unknown ancient language.
Cold, just cold.
As if falling into the endless abyss, the cold water engulfed all sounds, penetrated the skin like a steel needle, and pierced into the joints. In the end, the pain was more vivid than the coldness.
In a drowsy state, Leno subconsciously leaned towards the only source of warmth.
That trace of warmth was so small and distant that it was almost swallowed up by the thick darkness, but it was always persistently radiating heat and light to the outside.
The whispers were diminishing, and the pain that spread across his limbs with the cold seemed to become insignificant.
Leno felt a long-lost peace, and his consciousness sank into the deep darkness.
When he woke up again, he found that he had returned to the cave where he had lived for a long time.
The fur nest was in the corner of the cave, and only a vague outline could be seen, and he was not in it.
The nerves dulled by the coma were suddenly tense and awake.
Elano felt the warm body next to him, and suddenly realized that he was lying in the arms of that human.
As if scorched by fire, he quickly jumped away from the source of warmth, but the warm touch left by the human remained on his fur like gangrene, even though the cold, dry air in the cave now replaced that The human arm, the feeling of being embraced, still follows him closely.
Eileen felt extremely uncomfortable and awkward, as if something wasn't right all over her body.
He turned around and licked the hair on his side, but when his tongue touched the fur that was still warm, he suddenly retracted as if he had been scalded.
The cave was pitch-dark, and there was no sound at all.
It was so quiet that Elano could almost hear the thump of his heart against his ribs.
He bared his fangs toward the darkness, as if declaring war on an invisible enemy.
Finally, he calmed down in the long silence, and finally found that after so long, the human still remained motionless.
Elinor took a few steps closer and sniffed the opponent's palm on the ground.
The smell of blood, but not human blood.
He took a few steps closer again, and the other's face jumped into his field of vision.
For so long, this is the first time Elinor has taken a serious look at this human face.
Pale, upright, very young. The facial features, like works of art, are beautiful enough even by God's standards.
His eyes were tightly closed, and there was still dried blood on the side of his face. Thin shoulders curled up, rising and falling slightly with gentle breathing. Like some delicate and fragile doll, it looks calm and harmless.
But Elano clearly remembered the other's eyes.
Those are chaotic eyes that are directed towards disorder. The dark pupils are always burning with vigorous fire, and restless factors are jumping in them. There is a kind of suppressed and restrained evil madness.
No species that believes in a god of light has such eyes.
But he is not the dark elect.
No thirst for power, no addiction to sin, no love of killing.
For dark creatures, power and ambition are the things that flow in their blood, the original driving force that drives them to make all their actions. They indulge their desires and take pleasure in killing. But all of these characteristics seem to be unable to be placed on the head of this human being. He never expands his territory, nor does he intend to compete for power. He does not seem to have the slightest ambition to control the abyss, but he is always willing to explore further territories. Although he doesn't mind getting blood on his hands, to him, this is at most a means to an end, not a pleasure to vent his desires.
Elano found himself too close.
The opponent's breath almost sprayed on the tip of his wet and cold nose, and he could touch the cheek of a human if he got close enough.
The young man's breath was hot and hot, like magma, emitting heat continuously, but there was no trace of fever on his face.
Eileen licked his sharp teeth, and there was still a faint smell of blood at the roots of his teeth.
Even if he didn't take the initiative to eat, a small amount of flesh and blood was still swallowed into his stomach during the battle, and then quickly absorbed and transformed by his body eager for strength.
While the temptation of the dark element to him has been greatly enhanced, he has also become more sensitive to its changes - just like now, although he can't smell exactly what happened, he can clearly perceive that in front of the human beings In the body, there is some kind of terrible energy that is brewing and surging, expanding rapidly at a terrible speed, screaming.
The roots of his teeth were itching.
The empty stomach was twitching.
Elinor could even imagine how satisfying and joyful it would be to sink sharp teeth into the soft skin, tear blood vessels and muscles, and pour warm and luscious blood into his mouth.
But it's not just hunger.
It was a trembling and longing that rose from the depths of the soul.
A voice whispered in the back of my head:
eat him.
Eager to lick his skin, taste his flesh and blood, chew his bones, without wasting a single bit, cherish every part of him, swallow it slowly, swallow it little by little, and hide it in his own body Among them, from then on, the blood is mixed with blood, and the body is mixed with the body.
What a perfect exclusive.
The human being in front of him is so unique, yet so elusive—and so in tune with his divine personality.
- ate him.
Eileen sat in front of the boy, his tail rolled back to cover his claws, a pair of golden vertical pupils squinted slightly, the depths of the pupils carried the unique hunger and desire of predators, a little scarlet blood rolled, reflecting red. opened his iris, shimmering eerily in the darkness.
As if tempted, he slowly approached.
Sharp fangs gleaming coldly hung above the opponent's fair and slender neck—
The blood ran under the thin skin, giving off a warm fragrance.
eat him.
The redness in Leno's pupils gradually deepened, his reason was gradually eroded by the pure savage beast, and the primitive desire for cruel and bloodthirsty grew vigorously.
The boy's body was curled up and he fell asleep defenselessly, breathing evenly, and the thick dark aura escaped from his body.
However, the tips of the teeth did not fall for a long time.
next second.
The rough, scarlet tongue licked the young man's thin collarbone, and the delicate skin seemed to have been rubbed by sandpaper, and instantly a light pink appeared.
Elinor paused, lowered his head, and licked his neck again.
The hard throat was covered with soft skin, quivering slightly as the tongue slid.
One, two, three...
The smells of humans and beasts are mixed together, blending with each other, without distinguishing each other, and in the end, the scent of flesh and blood that exudes temptation is completely covered and hidden, and it is strictly hidden under the very aggressive smell of beasts.
Eileen narrowed his golden-red beast pupils, lowered his head again, buried his head between the boy's neck, and took a deep breath.
—He sniffed himself with satisfaction.