Chapter 311 Big O Turns Around (Additional updates, please subscribe!)
"No way..."
What Rozim didn't expect was that the monster turned out at the last moment It was avoided, but its skin had been scorched black and bursting, and it was emitting light smoke, like a piece of burned wood.
The injured demon jumped up with an angry howl and rushed towards Rozim.
The owner of the restaurant's coat flew up, making a loud noise like a hunting wind whipping a sail. Then he took a few steps back and fired one after another with his gun.
However, the heat flow that should have hit the target only cut through the air.
The thing landed in front of him and knocked him away with a swipe of its tail.
“Fuck!”
Rozim fell to the ground, knocking a pile of wine bottles and knocking them around.
When he twisted his body and tried to stand up again, pain immediately shot up his spine - the monster's strength was extraordinary.
Then the monster began to tear at its own skin, peeling off the burnt human skin with a lightness and caution that was completely incompatible with its evil appearance.
Rozim saw that the creature's exposed upper body skin seemed to be wriggling and changing, turning dark purple and as smooth as satin.
At the same time, he also found that there seemed to be palms pushing outwards in the monster's chest, and there were outlines of screaming faces - one of which he had seen before, which was the one who had been disemboweled. Unlucky guy.
The monster's arms began to rapidly extend and expand like balloons. The fingers merged into a flat plate-like structure, and then became hard and smooth. The two palms finally formed a pair of bone-edged claws and dark pink nerves. Organizations hang like flags below.
The crab claws on the other arm became even bigger and sharper than before.
If its main tone was temptation before, now it is only horror.
“Do it!”
Rozim, realizing that he had hit a ghost, immediately aimed his gun at the target and fired at the heart of an ordinary person.
But the monster disappeared from its place like the wind.
He smelled the pungent smell of a slaughterhouse emanating from the surroundings. When it reappeared, the blackened wounds were filled with mucus and quickly closed automatically.
A pair of faces full of murderous eyes were facing him, and saliva was dripping from its mouth like a snake's kiss.
“You have no chance.”
Rozim tried to stand up and stepped back on his hands and knees until his back was against the pile of wine bottles.
“What is Terra above?”
“There is no Terra.”
It muttered, with a terrifying smile in its words.
"Only death."
Rozim saw the face again, and he believed it was crying out and begging to him.
Run!
The man mouthed.
Run, run, run, run -
Rozim stood up tremblingly, raised the muzzle of the gun, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen.
He held the weapon tightly with both hands and aimed at the opponent's head.
In his short life, Rozim has seen many things that are difficult to explain - strange alien life forms, subspace scenes beyond comprehension, and the darkest human potential.
But everything pales in comparison to this creature.
If hell exists, then it must be the intersection of the horror realm and the real world.
The Slaanesh Banshee raised her sword-like arms, and her claws and claws began to sharpen against each other.
“Embrace pleasure.”
It spoke.
“I will make you very comfortable.”
"Then can I go back and call some buddies first? I like multi-player sports."
Rozim asked breathlessly, and the monster's answer was an angry howl, and then pounced again.
He subconsciously shot it head on.
Luck returned to Rozim this time. For some unknown reason, the Slaanesh Banshee suddenly tilted her body and was directly hit by the hot melt flow.
The high-speed heat flow pierced through the skin, ribs and lungs, spraying tissue and bone fragments from behind and out of the chest.
The pungent burnt smell immediately filled the air.
"Master——"
The banshee howled and fell to the ground. After a few struggles, it turned into pus.
Rozim let out a sigh of relief, but when he noticed that the heat flow also ignited the surrounding wine barrels, he immediately ran towards the door.
The fire started very quickly. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the entire warehouse was in flames.
Rozim immediately found a place to hide, knowing that the fire would attract the enemy's attention.
Sure enough, as soon as the fire broke out, many cultists immediately ran out of those dead houses. They looked at the warehouse and yelled, seeming confused.
Rozim immediately saw an opportunity.
The enemy's attention is attracted, and then he has a chance to find what he is looking for.
The place, just east of town, seemed to be a bar, with bright neon lights shining between a pagan symbol and a rotating cylindrical object.
Judging from the low Gothic label above, the name of the bar seems to be——
Big Bird Turns Around.
He bent down and slipped into a scaffolding, then entered through the tinted windows there.
The lights inside were dim. Next to a towering bar, four or five drunkards were sitting on round stools, and dim smoke filled the air.
He carefully slipped through the edge of the shadow and ran all the way to the backstage of the bar.
Dark aisle?
No problem.
A trolley with plates?
Despondently take away the kitchen utensils above.
A neat wine cabinet?
Oh...
Lao Luo, who was stuffing things into his bag, was attracted by the strange thing behind the wine cabinet.
There is a crack between the wine cabinets, and there is a strange muffled sound coming out together with the light, like a group of boxers practicing straight punches with a big cotton bag, and there are also strange shouts from men. .
This weird atmosphere made him feel sick immediately. This ghost place actually has a special private room...
But he saw a gramophone next to the wine cabinet.
In order to maintain concealment, Rozim kept his feet on his feet as much as possible while moving forward, hiding next to the shadow of the cracked wine cabinet.
Then he picked up the gramophone and quickly stuffed it into the bag at the back. Then he subconsciously glanced at the dark room, but accidentally touched a goblet.
“Who!”
“Woof woof~”
"...This is the fattest and ugliest dog I have ever seen."
After both parties were stunned for a moment, Rozim took out his final trump card.
A high explosive bomb.
After pressing the detonation button, he threw the thing directly in and ran away.
When he passed the bar hall, the drunken cultists raised their heads and looked at the strong man running towards them, their eyes uniformly shocked.
"It's going to explode!!"
With no time to explain, Rozim jumped down from the steps of the bar in the posture of a tiger pouncing on food, and then jumped out of the window.
The next second, the explosion came as promised.
Boom————!
His eyes turned white, his ears rang, and he felt a huge push on his back, and then he flew out directly.
In the reversal of distance, the only thought in his mind was-
This thing is much more powerful than what that bastard Loken said...
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