Alien Executioner

Not only her, looking beyond Bentley and further ahead, there was another girl standing with the same posture and the same tentacles.

"Two...Naya?"

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Three o'clock in the morning.

A van drove onto the elevated road and stopped in the middle.

Pale lightning flashed in the dark clouds in the sky, and soon heavy rain and strong winds began to blow.

The woman holding a black umbrella got out of the van, her black windbreaker fluttering in the wind. She raised her head and her eyes fell on the five Ferraris parked on the side of the road.

She frowned.

In the front and back seats of the Ferrari, the men lowered their heads, as if they were asleep. They were all no longer breathing.

The heavy rain fell on the umbrella, forming an overwhelming wall of water. She opened the car door and stabbed the red-haired man's chest with her left hand wearing a black glove.

As expected, she did not take out the Devouring Sorrow, and not long after, everyone lost their hearts.

The woman looked up at the end of the elevated road, waiting for something. After a few seconds, she looked away.

"Deagus' dream... was broken just like that."

She gave a faint smile that showed neither joy nor sadness and turned around.

"Tsk, Naya is really damned."

She murmured softly, looking calmly at the hazy rain in front of her.

The sound of raindrops covered up the subtle noise, and a figure cut through the rain curtain, which was countless blood-red tentacles.

The woman held the umbrella and dodged each tentacle's sneak attack gracefully and nimbly. She jumped more than ten meters away, and the black umbrella turned into a sharp blade and pierced into Naya's chest.

The girl showed a look of shock and gradually turned into a corrupt, sticky black liquid.

After easily killing Naya, the woman looked calm as she looked at the black blood washed by rain on the ground.

"Just the thousand faces of tentacles."

She was not surprised at all, raised her umbrella again and walked towards the van.

Chapter 478: Encirclement and Suppression (XVIII)

Anya slowly opened her eyes and hid in the rain. Her blood-red eyes gradually faded away, like a firefly extinguished in the rain.

She stood at the edge of the elevated road, looking at the buildings below, silently controlling her thousands of tentacles.

The girl raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touched the dripping raindrops, and the cold chill swept over her body. She was drenched in the heavy rain, enjoying the coldness shrouded by the rainstorm, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her anymore.

Anya should have been immersed in the warmth of her sister's arms in her sleep. Just like before, this time of day was the best time. She didn't have to think about anything and could give her whole heart and soul to each other, clearing away all tiredness in each other's breath. And she only needed to wake up occasionally, raise her head and take a good look at that quiet face. That was enough.

But tonight was different, she had a dream, a dream she wasn't sure if it was a nightmare.

Anya dreamed that she was once again in the gray fog and heavy rain, wandering alone like a lost child.

So she woke up suddenly, with an indescribable premonition in her heart.

After tossing and turning in hesitation, she decided to go out and wander at night, just like she used to, traveling alone in the city. The whole city fell into a deep sleep, and only she was running madly and climbing between every tall building. Only at that moment did she feel that she was completely alive, and everything she saw, heard, and everything seemed to be dead.

It's really funny, even though she is a monster, she clearly has the heart of a human and enjoys looking at dead things.

She found herself more relaxed than ever before, and she was wandering around the outskirts of Flower City as fast as she could, looking for food as she went. In fact, Anya was not that hungry, and looking for food was just something she did as a side job. She knew that she would never be full, and no matter how much she ate, she would get hungrier faster.

Then she accidentally spotted a Ferrari running on the elevated road and recognized it at a glance as a member of the Violent Gang.

The favorite car of the gang members is Ferrari, and they are keen on modifying it, and the styles are mostly the same. They tried to enter the Flower City through the elevated road, and Anya followed them, but unexpectedly entered a dream.

She decisively split the tentacles into thousands of faces in her own appearance and slaughtered all the members of the Violence Society, while she pondered the dream. As she pushed the overturned Bentley off the elevated road, the dream magically dissipated.

Then came a rainstorm.

The coldness of the rain cleanses the mind.

Anya's eyes brightened, and all the tentacles raised their heads, looking warily at the straight elevated road.

Unconsciously, he lost the perception of the split tentacle.

Is he dead?

Anya was a little surprised. Although Naya with the Thousand Faces of Tentacles was far inferior to her, he at least had SS-level strength. Unless the opponent was well prepared, it would be impossible to kill him in a very short time.

When in a predicament of near-death, the tentacles will call for help.

She didn't hear the tentacle's cry for help, which meant that its fight was over in just a moment.

Even the memory was not recovered, and it was obvious that the tentacle had completely turned into black blood.

Was it Banshang? Or was it just the bad luck of meeting a passing elite executive team...

If it is an elite executive, there must be at least three quasi-hall masters, otherwise it cannot be resolved so quickly.

Anya looked through the hazy rain and mist into the depths of the elevated road, and saw a vague shadow. A white van broke through the rain curtain and sped past in front of her, splashing water. The whistling car horns came from far away, then quickly went away.

She pursed her lips and her whole body was drenched by the splashing water.

The van completely ignored the tentacle girl on the side of the road and showed no signs of stopping.

Before Anya could get angry, the tentacles screamed first. The various emotions suddenly unified into a madness called anger.

"it's okay no problem……"

Anya took a deep breath, trying to calm the tentacles. Seeing the van about to disappear in the rain, she could no longer bear it. Her face suddenly turned dark, her eyes turned bright blood red, and she chased after it.

She chased after the van not because of its rudeness or offense. Of course, these were not the main reasons. She was happy to vent her frustration and hung the people inside with her tentacles to have an intimate contact with the sky. Most importantly, she smelled the scent of death.

It was a rotten, phagocyte-like smell. The smell coming from the van could not be concealed by the heavy rain. The smell was so strong that for a moment she felt suffocated. This was something Anya had never experienced before.

The smell was very similar to that of Dr. Cat, but even more terrifying. If that man was just a servant of the evil god, then the smell in the van...

It is the evil god himself, a monster named Shang!

She judged that the person who killed her tentacle clone in an instant was sitting in the van, and the direction of the van was Huacheng.

She was getting closer and closer to the van, crimson tentacles chasing her in front, heavy rain splashing ripples on the ground, the whole world echoing with the same monotonous noise, and thunder roared from the sky from time to time.

Anya slowly slowed down.

Within sight, the van stopped by the roadside, as if waiting on purpose, and the left door was pushed open.

Anya knew very well that the other party must have discovered her, and she stopped the car on her own initiative to show that the other party was willing to contact her.

The rainstorm grew heavier, washing over the entire Flower City. A unique sound emerged from the chaos, blending into the rain, making a regular ticking sound... It was like a pocket watch that was operating, hidden in the flowing tide.

But how could I hear the sound of a pocket watch so clearly in such heavy rain?

As if it was the sound of a bell from the horizon——

"No need to chase her anymore. You just want to know who I am. Sometimes girls who are too curious are not welcome."

An indistinguishable voice came from the van. As Anya watched, a long black umbrella was extended from the van, and then a person stepped out in black leather boots. The face was too blurry to be seen clearly in the rain.

The woman in black held an umbrella and faced Anya. She glanced calmly at the girl's wet body. She was not afraid of the tentacles undulating around her at all, as if she had been prepared to meet this monster.

"How can you know who I am?" said the woman.

Anya's eyes were murderous, but she did not take a single step forward. In her eyes, the woman's face was obscured by a strange invisible force, leaving only a vague outline, and no facial expression could be seen clearly.

The voice was also unfamiliar and one that he had never heard before, but for some reason, the woman gave him a familiar feeling.

At this moment, the tentacles' sense of smell seemed to have failed, and they could not judge her strength.

“You should speak up, or I’m leaving,” the woman raised her voice through the noise of the heavy rain, the two of them were more than ten meters apart.

"You are 'that adult'." This was all Anya could say.

The question was just a guess, she said in a declarative sentence.

"So that's what they all call me." The blurry figure of a woman was speaking, "I thought I had a more domineering nickname, but this name is actually lame, but I don't care."

Although I couldn't see the woman's face, I could strongly sense her carelessness. The rain fell along the black umbrella, forming an even more hazy curtain of water. Her whole body was looming, like a phantom that would disappear at any time.

Chapter 479: Encirclement and Suppression ()

Two black and red tentacles lurked on the edges of both sides of the elevated road, advancing silently. With the white light of the roaring lightning, the two people were illuminated palely. At that moment, a tall and majestic figure seemed to loom behind the woman.

"It's raining heavily. Why don't we go home and change our clothes? You don't look disheveled, but you look crazy. Compared to this, you should stay in your room with your dear sister."

The woman held the black umbrella and did not move from beginning to end. She was like a straight statue, cold, arrogant and noble.

Anya didn't say anything, but jumped up and disappeared in the rain. After hearing what the other party said, she realized that she knew her every move, so she became more cautious. At this moment, the tentacles hidden around her swarmed over.

She hated the unknown, and hated even more those who knew her secret but pretended to be unknown. Such people would be the biggest obstacle in the future, and she wanted to kill them all. The girl named Naya rushed over violently, dancing her tentacles and claws wantonly.

The woman raised her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, as if she was totally unprepared for this. Anyone who faced Naya would be filled with an irresistible fear, for it was a monster that lived by devouring other species.

But she suddenly smiled, her smile was extremely gentle and reserved, she put away her black umbrella, and the heavy rain soaked her body completely.

The darkness was suddenly broken.

The woman's weapon turned out to be a straight blade hidden in a black umbrella. She swung it with one hand, cutting through the air and the rain curtain, severing the tentacles that attacked from the edge of the elevated road. Then she turned sideways and chopped the black and red tentacles on the other side in half.

The severed tentacles twisted and screamed on the ground, turning into a pool of black blood, sinking into the cold water.

The woman swung her slender and powerful hand and punched away the tentacles that were coming from the front, then jumped up and dodged the woven web formed by the remaining tentacles.

She escaped like this, pulled away, cut off another tentacle, raised her arm and pinched its bloated body:

"I didn't want to fight you so early, but I accidentally cut off three of your tentacles. Your mind must be confused." Yi

Indifferent words, telling the secret of the tentacles.

Anya did not speak. Although she appeared calm and neither happy nor angry, in fact, it was just as the woman said. After the tentacles were cut off, her head became confused, with countless mutterings interweaving, and phagocytes quickly gathered and filled the brain.

Every time a tentacle splits, it actually consumes a large number of phagocytes in the body, aggravating the body's hunger. This is why it never dares to split two tentacles at once.

She stared at the woman's every move, trying to see her true appearance behind her blurred face. The three tentacles that were broken off from her body grew out again, making sharp roars.

“Your sanity is more terrifying than I thought.” The woman looked at her, holding the black umbrella knife tightly in her hand.

The knife looked very ordinary, just a blade disguised as an umbrella. There was no strange craftsmanship, and it was not a devouring weapon. It just cut off the tentacle with its own strength.

After the smooth cutting, there was no sign of damage on the umbrella blade. Instead, the blood stains were washed away by the rain, reflecting a cold and sharp edge.

The woman did not want to fight with Anya any longer, but she obviously underestimated Naya's madness. When she threw away the ten-meter-long tentacles in her hand, she heard a voice that sounded like crying and laughing, and the girl sneaked in the rainstorm.

"Hehehe... This is very interesting, isn't it? I thought I would never underestimate anyone again, because no one is worthy of my high regard. To me, except for Shang, the rest are just food for struggle."

The madness in Anya's eyes completely penetrated the rain curtain. In the woman's eyes, it was a huge, blood-red monster that was gradually approaching.

She seemed to be a little crazy, changing from a quiet and rational person to a monster who did whatever she wanted.

"I originally thought that 'that adult' was actually a demon. In my self-righteous guess, it might be a Bagshas or a Deyagus, but I didn't expect it to be a human or a different species."

Her voice was extremely penetrating. She was clearly just whispering admiration, but it could not be drowned out by the roar of the heavy rain and lightning.

"Even though you have a scent that I'm interested in, that smell is very similar to someone I know, Dr. Cat. The difference is that the rotten smell on Dr. Cat disgusts me, but I don't disgust you."

"Tsk, it seems you treat me as food." The woman took a step back, not out of fear, but to distance herself from the tentacles.

"I'm very curious about your plan. You and Dr. Cat are not the same kind of people." Anya smiled.

"But of course you won't tell me, so I'll keep it simple and just kill you or eat you, so I can focus on dealing with Dr. Cat. That guy is a damn liar, relying on Bagshas's support to act recklessly, and I haven't been able to kill him yet. Compared to the trouble, it should be easier to deal with you."

She tilted her head, looking harmless, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a playful and devilish smile.

"I underestimated you. I wanted to use your curious personality to buy time." The woman shrugged.

"I was wondering why you didn't ask me questions about my identity and my plan. A madman is indeed a madman."

"I'm not crazy. I'm more rational than ever. I know who I am and what I'm doing." Anya directly launched the Devouring Death God Search, holding the black and red sickle that symbolizes the identity of the Supreme Director in her hand.

She knew very well that the other party must be aware of her identity, so there was no need for her to disguise herself.

The woman took two steps back, and the blood-red figure in the rain before her eyes disappeared, like a ghost that suddenly passed through.

Almost at the moment when the wind blew violently, she turned around, raised the umbrella blade to block the attacking sickle, and looked directly into the devil's eyes.

"Aren't you afraid that I don't know your true identity before this?"

"Are you referring to An Ran? Haha." Without thinking, Anya pierced through from four directions at the same time with eight tentacles.

The umbrella blade finally couldn't withstand the blow of the sickle, and a noticeable crack appeared on it, and it was already shattered into pieces.

The woman threw away the black umbrella without hesitation, took off her black clothes in half a second of stepping back, and threw it in Anya's face.

Anya opened her clothes and saw that the woman had gotten into the van at some point.