The silvery moonlight shines through the shadows of the trees, and strips of light close, open, close, and open in the forest. A soft sound disturbed the creatures hidden in the forest. A figure hit the pale silver light, leaving a blurred figure in the night.
The ink-like curtain cut off the moonlight. The man who rushed forward turned sideways in panic, and his arms scratched on the broken branches raised on the ground. I don't know if it was because of the darkness or because of it. Black blood spattered in the air. But he finally managed to turn around without hitting the ink-colored curtain.
His pupils seemed to be much larger than normal people, and the pitch black color occupied most of the whites of his eyes. If he hadn't looked around in panic for directions, causing his eyeballs to move, he would have been able to see the white in the corners of his eyes under the scattered moonlight. It makes people think he has two black eyeballs.
The dagger reflecting the cold light drew a straight line in the forest.
puff!
The two people who collided together were like marbles. Their feet were lifted off the ground, and they were flying rapidly across the ground covered with broken branches and rotten leaves.
The dagger engraved with complex patterns was blocked by the moonlight by the two people facing each other, and lost its luster. The tip of the dagger was dangerously close to the fleeing man's throat, and he held it with both hands!
Bang!
The man's back hit the tree trunk behind him hard, and the moonlight was once again dispersed by the rustling of the leaves. He firmly held the dagger that was still pushing towards him with both hands, and the unusually large pupils in his eyes expanded and contracted, expanded and contracted, as if they were breathing.
Without any warning, only a trace of the white of his eyes was completely swallowed up by black!
Two pairs of black eyes only looked at each other for a moment as the falling leaves chaotically reflected the tiny moonlight! The man who was suppressed in front of the tree trunk suddenly turned sideways. The cloth on his back was rubbed and torn by the rough bark. His neck was scratched sideways by the blade of the dagger. The bright red light seemed to be produced when the blades intersected. Mars illuminated a space where two people were facing each other.
The man whose entire back had been scratched and worn by the rough tree bark actually followed the opponent's strength and pushed the dagger hard into the thick trunk!
Shake!
Half of the dagger was buried in the tree trunk! The attacker was instantly surprised. Under his frown, his dark eyes turned to the side, and the bright red light in his eyes quickly went out.
The arm that had been cut by a branch suddenly stretched forward and clasped the back of the head of the man who was still holding the dagger tightly and whose strength had not yet come to change. The ink-black blood spurted out again under the force of the muscles. The white bones clasped the back of the opponent's head tightly. The already very embarrassed man's whole body turned around violently! Push his attacker against the tree trunk and his own dagger handle!
You can't describe the sound of a person's throat being penetrated by a columnar dagger handle! The ink-black blood was like a horizontal pyramid, smashing the scattered moonlight into pieces again!
"Hiss--" roared as if air was leaking. The man whose whole face was already pressed against the tree trunk could not turn his head, but the corners of his eyes suddenly burst open, revealing the dark eyeballs and the white forehead bones, which showed that the man who had completely The person who turns around, presses his head and pushes forward! One hand was stuck on the hilt of his dagger, and the other hand was in front of him, desperately pushing the body leaning against the tree trunk back!
The muscles on the back stained by black blood were arched. The man who had successfully reversed the situation slammed forward and pressed the struggling man directly against the tree trunk! His bloody fingers inserted into the opponent's back neck, which was still splattering with blood. Amidst the cold wet sound, his fingers clasped the handle of the dagger!
The bright red light is bigger and more dazzling than before!
The man held the dagger and pushed it downwards! He did not pull out the dagger, but held down the handle and cut the blade that was embedded in the tree trunk into its owner!
The light seemed to illuminate the man who was stuck against the tree trunk. The dazzling red light penetrated his entire body from the wound on his neck! In the flash of light and death, something as black as ink rolled in his body, and was constantly being swallowed up by bright red! The red light in the black eyes expanded as if burning! Until it spreads all over the eyes!
After the red light flickered on and off several times, it seemed to have reached its climax. A sudden incandescence exploded in the dark woods! Then quickly return to darkness! The fragmented moonlight was no longer noticeable at this time.
The man maintained his posture, his hand still pressed on the handle of the dagger, and the black covering his eyes gradually recovered, condensing into ordinary pupils.
It was as if the ashes after being burned gently covered the hand holding the dagger, and the fine carvings on the dagger were also covered by the ashes that still had bright red burn marks.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the few people who had surrounded him.
The shiny silver dagger turned over in the darkness, and the ashes on the dagger slowly drifted and fell after losing their attachment to the blade, blending with the pile of dust on the ground.
The man turned around slowly, holding the dagger in his backhand and picking off the torn clothes hanging on his body. On the silver necklace hanging on his strong chest, he leaned forward slightly with beads reflecting the silver brilliance. Their bodies collided with each other, making a light sound.
Under the gaze of five pairs of black eyes, he took out a ball with his free hand and crushed it. The black sphere was complete and round with the silver fragments. He held the big black ball in his fist with his palm and slowly put it into his mouth!
The black blood stains on his arms disappeared as his throat rolled due to swallowing. The upturned skin healed quickly, and the upturned skin on his back due to scratches also healed and became smooth at this time.
The five demons frowned. They did not move. One of their companions was dead, no, two! The lesson is right before our eyes! Yes, it is to die, not to be expelled back to hell. When they crawled into the world with the big devil, they were not prepared to die!
Wow!
Huge wings spread above the five demons, and in the darkness only what seemed to be a man could be seen hanging under the canopy of the tree, "You." His voice was soft and slow, "You have lost another subordinate to me. "
The half-naked man on the ground maintains an attack posture, defense? Defense is meaningless in this case. He arched his upper body and tightened his fingers holding the dagger again.
"You took what belongs to me." The man at the center of the black wings continued.
The man remained motionless, and the blackness in his eyes spread again, crossing his pupils and occupying the space that belonged to the whites of his eyes.
"I forgive you." The man in the wings said, "Leave what should belong to me and you can go."
It seemed as if there were black feathers floating behind, and a gap opened in the ink-colored curtain that separated the land!
The man looked back cautiously and began to retreat towards the gap, but he seemed not to be prepared to leave what he had 'taken'!
"Haha, let me give it to you then!" The person in the middle of the wings smiled, and when the huge wings closed, everything in the woods disappeared.
The man looked at the closed curtain in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, touched the necklace on his chest, clenched the dagger in his hand again, and looked around, where is this place
With no pursuit, he ran towards the edge of the woods.
Highway 7 is like a wayward water snake, horizontally interrupting the originally connected woods. A half-naked man suddenly ran out of the forest to the east. He was breathing heavily, put the object in his hand that reflected the cold light in his boots, covered it with his trousers, and walked towards the sign erected on the roadside.
'Welcome to Barton City'.