Scrap Miss Nishiki

Chapter 146

"Kill them, hahaha, kill them!" Crazy laughter erupted, and he waved his arms like a lunatic dancing on the tip of a knife!

At this moment, the young man's tears burst from his eyes. He looked at his grandfather who only knew how to kill, and said with emotion: "Grandpa, no matter what you become, you are still Sheila's grandfather! Grandpa, stop killing! Wake up! Rebel!"

Sheila's call was like a bright sun that had passed through all the gloom. Everyone felt tears welling up in their eyes. A ray of light passed through the gloomy sky, and the gray dark clouds slowly moved away...

Sheila died under the bondage of darkness. When he collapsed to the ground, those numb and thoughtless heroic souls seemed to have been washed, and there was a kind of grief and anger on their faces, unwillingness!

Their progress was stagnant, their eyes were full of struggles, as if they wanted to get out of control, black and white lights alternated on them, a black mist filled the air, they cried out in pain, at this moment——

Feth's light of purification shrouded them, and dark elements visible to the naked eye emerged from their bodies. The light of purification shone on their bodies, making a sound of 'Zi Zi la la'...

The man snorted coldly, "This group of human beings who don't give up, that's all, I'll let you understand!" After saying this, he raised his trumpet again...

"Tat-tat--"

The sound of the trumpet sounded, and the slightly chaotic pace of the zombies was unified again. Sheila, who was dying, opened her blood-red eyes wide, as if she hoped that she could see the soberness of the heroic spirits after death!
Catherine looked at the golden trumpet in the man's hand, her eyes gradually became colder, she must take the trumpet, otherwise the sacrifice of the mercenaries would be meaningless, and the zombies would occupy her fief and step into the Solo Empire!

The zombies trampled on the vegetation at the foot of the mountain. Their faces were expressionless, and their eyes were blank. They only flickered when they heard the sound of the trumpet.

The ground trembled under the feet of the zombies, the mountains and rivers shook, the mercenaries kept retreating, Feith's light of purification had dimmed, the man in black had long since disappeared, and the mad team was still struggling...

Facing the riot of the undead zombie army and the powerful attacks coming from all directions, Catherine felt that she was too small. She stood out of thin air holding the lightsaber and watched the undead zombie army stepping across the flat ground at the foot of the mountain. It's the smell of blood and the swirling dust.

"Hahahaha!" The arrogant laughter revealed his pride. The man shook his arms and followed the army of undead zombies. He held a staff in one hand and a trumpet in the other. His black clothes were lifted by the autumn wind, and there were rows of skeleton-like bodies It can be clearly seen that the muscles on the man's body have long since shrunk, and without the support of strength, he would have already turned into a handful of loess.

The retreat of the mercenaries made the zombies cheer for victory. The ear-piercing sound was like howling wolves and devils. They seemed to be worshiping the man's greatness and praising his prestige.

but--

Is all this true?

The mercenaries felt deep despair, their expressions were sluggish, but those whose relatives were controlled to become zombies, their faces were gloomy, their fists were clenched tightly, their eyes were filled with tears, and their eyes were full of hot tears. There is a bitterness, why, why should their relatives be trampled and desecrated like this?

Why?Everyone is asking themselves, because of this man's own selfish desires, because they don't have the strength to break the man's shackles!

Is this really a victory cheer?But why is it like the crying of heroic spirits, they are used as fighting machines, their grief and anger cannot be expressed, their tears have already been drained, only a cavity of grief is left, may the grief turn into blood, and the sound of crying into unwillingness The anger is burning!
Catherine took advantage of the chaos and approached the man. She stared at the trumpet in the man's hand, rolled her eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Kill him, kill him!" The mercenary shouted, the big sword hit the hero's sword, the sharp blade cut the iron like mud, and cut off the rusty sword of the hero, the hero without the sword was murderous and numb A look of ferocity flashed across his face.

At this time, the golden light flashed, dazzling the man's eyes. When he realized the danger, the arm holding the trumpet had been cut off by Catherine, and a bone fell to the ground, and a few wisps of black smoke emerged from the bone. , filled with a thick smell.

After Catherine plundered the golden trumpet, she casually threw it into the space ring. This action caused the man to be furious. He waved his staff, and his hoarse voice was full of hatred: "Wandering around in various spaces The wandering souls of the family, show up as servants, do your meager strength, and give me endless darkness. The Lord will use the transcendence of light to end the countless painful exile karma—the wail of the wraith !"

After the incantation was finished, a wisp of black mist suddenly appeared under the vast land. There were tens of thousands of wandering souls in the state of souls. They had almost transparent bodies and long tentacles. Their faces were full of ecstasy. They finally came out !

The mercenaries' swords could not do any harm to them, but these wandering spirits stretched out their tentacles, and the tentacles penetrated into the mercenaries' bodies...

"Hahaha, I'm fine!" An elderly mercenary laughed loudly. Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he felt a sharp pain in his body, as if his heart was being grabbed and suffocated. He opened his eyes wide. Looking down, he saw a bloody tentacle clutching his heart. When the tentacle was pulled out forcefully, the mercenary collapsed to the ground!

The man giggled strangely, watching the bloody scene, staring at the bursting heart in Wandering Soul's hand, he swallowed again.

At this time, the zombies suddenly stopped, and under the surprised gaze of the man, they turned around one after another——

"How can you trample on the noble dignity of a heroic spirit!"

Catherine's icy voice was full of murderous intent, her eyes flicked over hundreds of heroic spirits, and an erratic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Can't forgive this bastard who plays with other people's souls!
She hates these evil and crooked things the most. There are also demon cultivators in China. They kill innocent people to refine other people's souls in order to achieve great success, and control their bodies to harm others, desecrating these heroic souls who died in battle.She couldn't kill those bastards in her previous life, but this time she will kill this man with her own hands!

Thinking of this, Catherine clenched her fists tightly.

The man looked at the army of undead zombies in horror. The hundreds of heroic spirits in the lead seemed to wake up, their tiger eyes widened, their mutilated swords took on a new look, and the endless grief and indignation turned into murderous intent. The murderous aura of hundreds of heroic spirits made the man unbearable. Stepping back, the staff in his hand issued a series of dark restraints.

The black shackles couldn't stop the footsteps of these heroic spirits at all, and the neat footsteps rattled, forcing the man's forehead to sweat. He roared: "Bastard, kill them! Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)