Alien Executioner

"You're too naive to think of getting rid of me, your sister." Ling made a face at her back.

"How did you catch up?" Anya's mouth twitched slightly.

"Surprised."

"You are just a human, there is no way you can catch up with me. Is there really magic in this world? Do you have a spell to travel through time?"

Anya turned around and sighed, she hated the housekeeper but couldn't do anything about it, Ling had to accompany her and take care of her at her sister's orders, she could try to drive her away, but there was no reason to hurt her.

I was more curious about why this woman could always keep up with me.

In order to avoid being noticed by the Tananya family, Anya deliberately moved more than ten kilometers away from the city center and deliberately chose a location to hunt, and Ling was always able to follow at an extremely fast speed.

There is no doubt that An Ling’s human scent is purer than Sister Tang’s in the past.

But being able to do something that even Sister Tang couldn't do speaks volumes.

Facing the girl's scrutinizing gaze, Ling simply stopped hiding it:

"You know your dad."

"So that's how it is. You can also use the power of Bagshas." Anya immediately understood the hint.

"This is the power given to me by the master of the family. It can only last for one day, but it is enough." Housekeeper Ling walked to the place where the alien was swallowed and took out her mobile phone to take a picture.

"You hunted a total of nine alien species tonight, including three B-level, five A-level, and one S-level. Based on the family's speculation about your appetite, you are still not full."

Ling withdrew her gaze from the phone screen, which was full of photos of Naya's hunting scenes, but most of them had no signs of being destroyed.

Anya knew that this was her sister's control over her data, monitoring the growth of phagocytes in her body based on her food intake.

Ever since Naya broke through the Half-Death, hunting has become extremely frequent, and a three-day interval is completely unable to satisfy his physical and mental desires.

This does not mean a very bad result. After becoming a dead, Naia will no longer be affected by the chaos due to hunger.

Now she eats only to satisfy her desires, or to become stronger.

"You are still short of an S-class alien. Finish the job quickly and go back quickly. If you show up for too long, the other demons will notice you." Ling put his hands back into his pockets, folded his arms and followed the Second Miss's footsteps. "According to the description of our family's insider, there is indeed a monster hidden inside the Tananiya family."

Ling stopped walking after she finished speaking, and Anya made a hushing gesture to her. The two looked towards the end of the street. Rows of street lights scattered the gray vision, and a long string of blurry figures moved slowly forward.

Anya narrowed her eyes to hide the blood-red in her pupils, and the clustered tentacles wrapped around her and the housekeeper, forming an imperceptible black curtain.

Through the half-foot gap, figures at the end of the street came towards this side, their movements were slow, stiff and unified, and the front and back connected to form a strange centipede.

Anya could see clearly that there were six figures in total, half a meter apart from each other. They were all local blonde women. Their beautiful and pretty faces were now green and rotten like corpses, with a tough blood line running through their foreheads and backs of their heads. The six people were connected in series like beads.

They were undoubtedly dead, without a breath, and their bodies swayed forward in a unified movement.

The dead silent streets are like wandering ghosts.

"SS-class alien."

Ling observed the scene through the gap and decisively judged the identity of the person behind the scene.

Anya glanced at her and nodded in agreement.

The six people, like puppets, walked past them quickly, without noticing the four eyes in the "black curtain" at all. As early as the beginning, Anya had let the tentacles block the light of the street lights, and the surroundings fell into a strange darkness.

The human centipede quickly disappeared at the end, the tentacles that wrapped around the two people faded away, and Anya's eyes lit up with a strong blood red.

"Ling, you understand what I'm going to do."

Ling did not stop her, knowing that no one could stop Anya from doing what she wanted to do now.

She would not try to stop it, at most she would do some supervisory tasks for the family and fulfill her caretaking responsibilities.

The tentacles surged out, shattering all the street lamps. At the last moment when the light faded, Anya withered and melted like a candle.

She turned into a tiny ball of flesh, was swallowed by the black and red worm, and then went into the sewer.

……

In the third area, the FACA headquarters is brightly lit.

In the chief director's office, Sister Tang, who was sitting in the director's chair with her legs crossed, opened her eyes and saw Wang Feng, who was looking sneaky and obscene, standing in front of her.

"Minister Wang, what's the matter?"

Sister Tang lowered her head and stroked the gray and white little octopus in her arms. Xu Yamei, who had lost her mind and reason, was sleeping peacefully like a cat.

"Xiao Tang, it's just..."

"Minister Wang, please address me by my position during work." Sister Tang raised her head and corrected.

"Chief Tang, oh no, Acting Director, is Director An's chair comfortable?" Wang Feng shrugged, looked up and glanced at the surveillance camera in the corridor outside, then reached out to close the door.

"It's very comfortable, amazing. Lao An's office is still the best place to sleep. You can try it next time." Sister Tang stretched and patted her shoulders.

"Forget it. I don't dare. Let's get down to business. Please approve some funds for me."

"Approve funding? You're going on a long journey?" Sister Tang tilted her head.

"I have something to do in the first area. I want to see a friend of mine."

"Private or public matter? If it's a private matter, it's not against the rules to use public funds." Sister Tang smiled.

"But I can get some money from the An family for you. How much do you need?"

"A few million will be enough."

"How much?" Sister Tang was stunned.

"The more the better." Wang Feng leaned against the wall bored, his eyes wandering.

"Don't push your luck, it's only 500,000 yuan. That's the limit of what I can get this year!"

Sister Tang took out her cell phone in a depressed mood and transferred the money in just a moment. After receiving the money, Wang Feng had no reason to stay any longer and left without even saying thank you.

"Wang Feng." Sister Tang suddenly called him.

She looked at the man's back. He stopped at the door and held the unlock button of the office door with his right hand without releasing it.

"Is there any solution?" Sister Tang asked softly.

Wang Feng sighed but didn't turn around.

"The reason Xu Sinuo was able to stand up and dance with you that day was a gift from Naya. Her legs were weak and her brain nerves were damaged. She had to sleep for four or five days every week. This was the price of her survival. It was a step that could not be reversed. We all tried our best."

"I'm asking you, is there any other solution?" Sister Tang repeated in a higher voice.

"There will definitely be one." Wang Feng waved his hand, his tone as lazy as ever.

Chapter 24: Enemies of Crows (Part )

The moon tonight seems particularly different, like a reflection in a mirror, illusory, empty, and not real at all.

At the alleyway corresponding to the seventeenth streetlight on Church Street, Milo rubbed his hands together and looked around. He waited for the new round of sacrifices this month, lit a cigarette impatiently, and admired the moon in the cold wind, the smoke he exhaled was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

The full moon hanging in the sky was rippling, like the reflection of ripples on the lake, and the area around the moon was blood red, like an ominous sign that only appears in movies and TV shows.

Milo shuddered, without thinking too much, he saw six sacrifices connected by blood lines walking towards him, and extinguished the cigarette butt that was not yet completely burned.

The six women stopped in front of him with empty eyes. As he swung his gloved left hand down, the blood line connecting the blonde woman's head began to glow.

The blonde women were all human beings, and they all went missing on the same night. There were always many unlucky people in this world, and they happened to be chosen as sacrifices by the followers of Milo.

Milo turned and walked into the alley, and the women seemed to have received some kind of order, moving slowly and following his steps.

At the end of the alley was the entrance to another street. A faint fire was lit in a two-story building, and Milo knocked on the old wooden door in a peculiar pattern.

There were four light hits and three heavy hits. Two seconds later, the wooden door slowly opened, revealing a bloodshot eyeball.

The owner of the eyeball was a slovenly middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties. Her curly gray hair was even infested with worms. She tilted her head like a frightened ghost, with extremely uncoordinated facial features. Her gaze only stayed on Milo for half a meter, and then looked at the sacrifice behind her.

The woman opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, then made way, and Milo walked into the house with the offerings, facing a gray-robed man wearing a one-eyed catfish mask.

Milo bowed deeply to the gray-robed man to show his awe and respect. Even though he was a well-known super alien in the first district and the master of the underground black market, he was the lowest class in this small building. The gray-robed man was the elder of the Eternal Cult of the New Eater, and he was just an ordinary member of the church.

The masked man in gray robe claims to be a minion of God. His name is unknown and his code name is the Elder.

The founding time of the New Lord Eater Eternal Cult is unknown. At first, it was thought to be an alien force. After Milo was persuaded to join, he found out that it was a terrible cult organization. There are not only aliens but also humans, and even the upper class dignitaries, a mixed bag.

Few people knew the doctrines of this evil cult. Even Milo had only a vague understanding of them. He only knew that these lunatics wanted to obtain the secret of becoming a god.

The elder nodded slightly, acknowledging Milo's efforts, raised his robed hand to reveal his completely dry bony wrist, and gently stroked his head.

Milo was tactful enough not to resist, knowing full well how powerful these lunatics were. Although it was a cult composed of humans and alien species, the super aliens did not have a prominent position here. When he first arrived, he noticed that something was wrong with this cult, as if there was Shang.

"The sacrifice is in place, we can try the awakening ceremony," said the elder.

Milo's eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. This was the first time that an elder had revealed a ceremony to him since he joined the Eternal Order. In the past, he was just an employee and could not participate in more in-depth activities.

"My Lord Elder, I will take my leave now."

Milo behaved quite humbly, lowering his head to observe the elder's lower body, guessing whether the person inside was a man or a woman.

Or maybe it's just a rotten hole.

The elder's voice was vague and high-pitched, and it was difficult to tell his gender. He was wearing a gray robe and was about two meters tall.

"You don't have to avoid it, follow me."⑦

The elder had already regarded Milo as a core member. He nodded slightly, and the gatekeeper followed him into the deep corridor.

This was Milo's first time entering the depths of this building, but he had to remain calm. The woman following behind him began to laugh foolishly, and the weird laughter made Milo want to punch her. (

"You are a policeman, you are a policeman, hahahaha..." The woman was a little confused.

Milo tried not to be distracted by the woman's laughter, and walked into a curtain with the elder.)

There was a staircase leading down through the curtain, it was so dark that one could not see the bottom. He and the elder walked into the darkness, controlling the sacrifices behind them. The woman guarding the door stopped laughing and stood outside to wait.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the elder in front of us suddenly said, "We have to perform a ceremony every month, but it has never been successful. Do you think we are a bunch of psychopaths?"

“A bit like that.” Milo complained in his heart. He didn’t understand why he said this: “We will definitely be eternal.”

This is the only slogan I learned after joining the Eternal Cult of the New Lord Eater. I just say it when I am indecisive, as if it gives me motivation.

"There's no need to say such misleading slogans now. No one really cares. It's like those boring morning runs in schools. It's useless. It's just a means to demonstrate discipline and strengthen obedience." The elder snorted.

"understood."

"The An family has arrived at the first district. We don't know how long we will stay here. During this time, we must keep a low profile and not be discovered by the devil who kills gods."

"An Ran still possesses SS-level strength even without using Devouring Weapon and Gluttony." Milo's tone was somewhat admiring. He witnessed with his own eyes the man tearing apart the alien species with his bare hands.

"Maybe he is a monster after all, or he might be the person we are looking for." The elder sneered at the executive officer.

"Who are we looking for?" Milo wanted to know the true purpose of the cult.

"The old ruler of the earth, the god created by the ancients." The elder spoke each word with great emphasis, and what he said was extremely absurd and mythical.

"Shoggoth."

"Xiuji?" Milo was stunned and scratched his head. "Isn't that something that exists on the Internet? I've even seen its derivative works."

"Haha, that's really disrespectful."

"Excuse me, Elder. You believe in evil gods so much and this sect is also a cult. Do you surf the Internet and collect information on a daily basis, such as reading secondary creations?" Although Milo respected the elders, he was a super alien after all, so he had the confidence to chat with the elders.

"Oh?" The elder was surprised.

"Cultists also have to keep up with the times. I've read Xiu Ji's book before, and I know that the person who drew this book is a cultist." Milo shrugged.

"Send me a link so I can take a look." The elder took out his cell phone from his robe.

After a few minutes, the elder, feeling bored, put away his phone. His mask concealed some unknown emotion, but he looked even more bored.

At the end of the stairs was a huge basement. Fire covered the walls, and a huge, disgusting, sticky piece of meat came into view in the middle.

Milo finally saw the top members of the cult, dozens of them sitting in the empty basement, surrounding the piece of white meat.

Each of them was wearing a mask of a different style. They looked up at the same time, their horrified gazes covering Milo's body.

These cultists have one thing in common: their bodies lack the vitality that a human should have.

Chapter 25 Enemies of Crows (IV)

The fire came from all around the huge piece of meat in the middle. Twenty-one candles were placed around it, corresponding to a total of twenty-one cultists sitting cross-legged.

The cultists exude an indescribable aura that should not belong to humans, the decay, withering, decay and eternal peace of the dead souls. The masks they wear represent an animal and are generally reddish, like cultists of the Blood Moon.

Could it be that the new Lord Eater Eternal Cult was a branch of the Blood Moon Cult? Milo vaguely remembered that the cultists in that cult were similar to the scene before him. He had visited the Blood Moon Cult, which was a radical and stupid lunatic club where everyone enjoyed killing.

The elder raised his hand and placed it on Milo's shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous. He raised his head slightly and stared at the huge piece of meat in the center.

It is difficult to imagine the overall outline of the piece of meat because it is so large. It looks like a white heart, expanding and contracting vigorously and full of vitality. In fact, what completes this series of life operations are the tentacles wrapped around the surface. The black tentacles interweave to form a deformed outline.