Another string reel from Bandoli

The frantic crowd lost hope of escape and their minds, and there were trembling and screams everywhere.

"Girls rained down from the sky and boys, or bits and pieces of them"

Clapping their hands and chanting their own erratic melody, their voices echoed through the resonant banquet room, adding a rich texture to the already clear sound.

There was also a low creaking sound as heavy combat boots stepped on the dying pumpkin bear's head, and the power cables that were as widespread as human nerves exerted force.

The sound of booted footsteps sent a tremor through the ground.

The soles of his feet were covered in dried blood and dirty liquid.

"Okay, who's next?"

The Locust Knights discussed the matter with an innocent air, as if they were discussing whether to go to karaoke tonight. Their fear was palpable in the air.

"Don't look down on me! Ya!" The narcissistic and conceited owl, with well-developed motor nerves, trembled all over. He mustered up the courage to brandish the same type of boxing gloves as the Pumpkin Bear, and with a huge force, he punched the Locust Knight on the forehead.

A diminutive wolf wielding a guitar joins forces with a reclusive and egotistical moose wielding a massive hammer that spews air to attack from behind.

Place your hands on the belt.

With him as the center, it seems as if time has stopped.

The darkness seemed to engulf them, and the explosive pulses centered on the Locust Knights turned into vague trails of steam where they had been. They howled as they burned, their blood boiling under high pressure, and they fell to their knees in the most unimaginable torment.

The demon slowly walked up to them and judged them with contempt.

It dragged behind crackling afterimages of overloaded energy, accompanied by the explosion of sticky blood.

All that remains is the cooled white mold, proof of the three men's courage in launching the challenge.

The metal jaws on the mask seemed to hum from wet lips, as if laughing.

"What should we do? Stay and let me defeat you, or go dig that small hole and escape?" The Locust Knight pointed at a hole in the wall that was not much bigger than a dog hole, as if insulting someone.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

They sobbed and screamed.

The few remaining zombies jostled each other, trying to escape. Their fists pounded against each other, creating a discordant cacophony of fear.

But soon, the smarter zombies started to attack each other seriously, trying to kill each other so that they could use the mechanism to escape. However, the zombies' tenacious vitality made it difficult for them to kill each other.

"Hehe, will it be so easy for you to die successfully?" The playful words are chilling.

A dark shadow, obscuring the sun and sky, emerged from her body. It shattered, and countless, densely packed mechanical locusts, no bigger than a palm, flapped their wings and swarmed towards the zombies. They laid upon the zombies, their sickle-like teeth flailing, gnawing and tearing at the non-lethal bits of flesh, feasting on them. At the same time, they guzzled a liquid of despair, leaving them no longer able to commit suicide.

The banquet hall's firefighting equipment was activated.

With flames burning all around and the ceiling collapsed and blocked, the fire-fighting facilities, which were fully functional and of excellent quality, sprayed a liquid that was definitely not water after analysis.

"Rain, rain, come on, come on, mommy," the girl sang a Japanese nursery rhyme cheerfully, with a light step and clapping occasionally.

Wandering through the chaos, listening to the wailing, howling, begging to be killed, their cries that they couldn't bear it.

From time to time, with graceful movements, he would finish off these zombies with strong vitality to inject energy to free them.

The dark locust knight grabbed the two animal zombies that were hiding and pretending to be dead from the ground, strangled them by the neck and lifted them up. Perhaps she wanted to look directly into their eyes to see if they had regained true consciousness, or perhaps she just wanted to smell their fear for herself.

Pale skin stretched tautly across high cheekbones, veins faintly visible beneath. They were a young man and a girl who had once been a passionate couple.

These were just two naive high school students, both of whom were about the same age as him, living in daily life. Their biggest worries were just math homework, dating topics, and the social relationships of adolescence.

Their wealthy and superior, or at least middle-class, life means that few of them have actually experienced the more fundamental troubles of lower-class students.

For example, family, bullying, and finances, even if they exist, are just trivial worries compared to the larger number of students with the same problems...

The so-called malicious resentment he felt in the darkness was nothing more than the same thing that was now being poured into their bodies.

However, Yishan Ni 3 easily overwhelmed and overloaded them.

This is wrong, very wrong.

Why were they chosen? This is Xianjuan Gan’s new question now.

They were too weak, except for the fox-faced one whose number of encounters with him was pitifully small.

As soldiers, they are completely unqualified, and even if it comes to extracting emotional energy, their malicious resentment is a joke.

For example, the school he once encountered on the way home from elementary school in his childhood, the resentful experience of the girl who wore glasses, had a domestically abusive father, and was almost dragged into prostitution by a scumbag boyfriend, could easily crush these so-called peers who were living in trouble.

Now she has been admitted to university and graduated to start a new chapter in her life, but the lingering past is a nightmare that cannot be erased even if Xian Juangan erases her memory and repairs her body.

And even after losing most of your self-awareness and enduring two years of cannibalism and life-or-death struggles, what finally crushed you was the dark trivia of high school!

There are few things related to this experience, such as the trapped sister discovering that this world can deviate from the shackles of reality and morality, so she broke her brother's limbs and imprisoned him for her own amusement!

The pent-up anger in his heart made Xian Juangan, who had just regained his consciousness, still at a loss as to how to start.

The surging malicious energy wrapped around the two animal zombies from the arms, devouring their torsos, leaving only the fallen core to hit the ground.

The hissing footsteps landed lightly, trying to hide themselves.

Turning its head, the locust's compound eyes flashed a dangerous red light.

Some complained helplessly.

"Ah? You're still here? I don't know whether I should celebrate your good fortune or bad luck, Green Civet Cat."

He was the experimental subject that he had killed the most times, moving slowly with his body hunched over, trying to hide his existence.

The green civet cat wearing large round glasses collapsed to the ground after realizing that he was exposed.

His pungent excrement mixed with the rainwater and was disgusting.

He is clearly a special second-stage mutant, one of the less than ten people among 128 people, but he is so timid.

"Just consider it a gift for accompanying me in the most experiments. I will give you a quick death." The sweet voice said vicious words.

Actually, with your current behavior, I don't need to create extra fear points as insurance. There's no limit to the amount of prevention.

Xianjuan Gan had no interest in torturing a toy that had lost its will to resist. He had only done so out of necessity. Otherwise, if he failed, he would have to kill it a second time, and the effect might not be as good the second time. He was not Gotham's bat-like monster who was good at causing fear.

The next second, an arrow flew through the heavy air and pierced the armored shell of Xianjuanlang so weakly that it didn't even leave a scratch.

Two weeks ago, String Liver had actually made a rosary to guard against this kind of external attack, but he was too lazy to use it now.

The green civet cat's "clone technique" is here.

Three trembling zombies desperately charged towards Xian Juangan, their steps weak, like puppets being manipulated.

They had already died. Xianjuan Gan had already given them the finishing blow.

One of them was blown into two pieces by the initial mine explosion. His lower body spun to one side, and the remains of his torso fell down, dragging a string of intestines with it.

Honestly, their fear level has long been off the charts. Just get back to that world and stop causing me trouble!

The malicious energy surged again and printed into a briefcase, which then unfolded and split into a crossbow.

The ultra-miniaturized particle accelerators on both shoulders gather energy.

Scarlet malicious energy surged, and when it shot out from the bow, it turned into a meteor.

The flash of the explosion blinded the zombies present. The shockwave swept through. When their vision returned, nothing was left but a burning white mold.

"AAAAAA!!!!" The green raccoon man let out a scream he had never heard before. He frantically tried to move forward and wield the double blades made of bones.

Turning around, the briefcase crossbow transformed into the king's sword again, and he turned back and slashed.

KabanStrash! The crimson energy composed of violent energy cut its body and head in half.

The head, with its eyes wide open and fierce, shattered against the wall like a watermelon. He turned aside and took a step. The charging headless corpse knelt beside him.

It was corroded and devoured by the malicious energy, and eventually turned into another white mold core.

The metal locusts used their serrated mandibles to pick up the blank cores, and they flew one after another, merging back into the bodies of the locust knights.

Then she fell into dead silence.

After a moment of satisfying his bloodlust, Xian Juangan stared at the foam under his feet.

Without them getting in the way, there are no moral constraints.

In this place, he can do things that he cannot do in reality.

He felt... a little troubled...

Killing is not a solution to the problem.

Did he...do something wrong...

Should I take more gentle measures?

Is he now... deviating from the wrong path?

In the reflection of countless bubbles, countless him overlapped and looked at her: the dark scars were everywhere and hissed.

All of him was reflected through her current expression.

disappointment……

In the gap before the next battle, the pink-haired girl reflected the dark shadow of her true self under the skin.

These two months I...

Is this the right thing to do...?

Atop the crumbling, slanting ruins, laughter crackled between teeth, with the insolent malice of a theater clown.

"Fox, what are you laughing at?" The female voice was no longer as dull as before. The dark locust knight raised the royal sword and made a dissatisfied sound towards the figure standing high above.

His mouth was wide open, and he didn't answer, but just laughed, full of pleasure and mockery of the world.

The locust's compound eyes reflected the jagged, sharp fangs, and as it laughed, it gradually became more and more bizarre... more and more... like a real monster transformed into a fox face.

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The so-called public truth:

Due to the power of mixed genetic pink milk dragon

Virtual version of String Roll Liver (Locust with Uncontrolled Killing Desire) Intelligence 6 → Intelligence 5↓

Chapter 48: Badend

The grinning fox had no intention of speaking, he fired.

There was a loud sound of gunfire, and he tilted slightly to avoid several rounds of hot ammunition. With a burst of sparks, Xian Juangan clearly saw several bullet holes on the pillar behind him.

One round was not aimed at him.

The cold blast shattered a chess set.

——When the zombies were charging, it was so bored that it didn't follow them and instead played chess by itself.

A little support, a clever arrangement, and a perfectly placed corner made it possible for this chess set to remain surprisingly intact in the mine explosion.

It had long seen through the patterns and equivalents of the mines laid.

"They told me, those dolls. They said they'd come. Hahahaha!" Smoke still billowed from the corpse's muzzle. The fox, holding the gun high, seemed to think of a joke mid-sentence. Its roving, malevolent gaze was like that of a living creature.

"A hero, a wise man, a playmate who will free us from boredom."

The mouth opened like a fresh wound, revealing razor-like teeth in the darkness.

"You don't look like a hero. I can feel that your heart is cut into two parts. You are just a young boy, a playful and pleasure-loving adventurer fool." He licked his lips and emphasized his tone.

"You didn't even use your soul to get here, nor did you demonstrate the skills of a hero. I've taken your performance over the past two months seriously. You actually had a wiser solution that wouldn't have allowed them to suffer so much. You could have integrated into their group and used your own methods to change them, but you chose the more enjoyable option."

"You even sank into them and became like them. Only now have you finally woken up."

(It is also mixed with lacquer and has been flowing for a long time. It scorns and spit on it.

The Locust Knight remained silent, his performance indeed...

Failure, complete failure.

"Go away, kid. I'm not waiting for you." As if with disdain, the fox had no interest in Xianjuan Gan at all.

The fox seemed extremely disappointed that he could not hold on until the man arrived.

He may have cared about it at some point during those two months, but now he is no longer interested.

"Have you said enough?" Xian Juangan's eyes calmed down.

"Oh? What did you find?" It showed some interest in the transformation of the string-rolled liver.

"Why should I bother with the scum?" Xian Juangan's calm eyes revealed a hint of amusement.