Alien Executioner

The theater is often the favorite gathering place for the new alien elites. Only here can they enjoy the pride brought by the combination of their alien and upper-class identities. The auditorium in the dark is packed with people, and there are trendy performances on the stage. Everyone is watching intently, with their pupils bright crimson.

In a secret office on the top floor of the theater, the general manager was talking to a cabinet minister.

"Is it really okay not to inform them? FACA has already launched the operation, and the beheader is still that girl. Recently, Mingtou Zhensheng has nominated An Xiao, a third-class elite. These new alien species are the strength of the family. It's a waste."

"The value of their existence is to sacrifice themselves for the family. It cannot be said to be a waste, although I also feel it is a pity. You have done a good job so far and have successfully made the An family fall into our rhythm." The minister on the other end of the phone spoke in a very lazy voice.

The manager was surprised and said:

"The An family has already taken down fourteen factories and obtained the formula for Drunken Dreams. They will soon discover the family's true plan. And currently we have not been able to break through the obstacle on the road to godhood. Is this really going well?"

The minister on the other end of the phone smiled with contempt and arrogance:

"Sometimes small sacrifices are necessary and can bring unexpected results. Those factories are just a cover to attract their attention and buy time for the family... We must have enough time. The key ingredient of the Drunken Dream formula is the blood of the dead, which can produce new people in large quantities. We have more than thousands of troops. The temptation of becoming a god is hard for anyone to resist! Everything will go well because we are all new people!"

The manager was silent for more than ten seconds: "Sir, what should we do now?"

"Let's have one last carnival." The minister smiled.

"Crazy...joy?" The manager turned his head and looked towards the door, where many boxes had been delivered and piled up like a mountain.

"I guess you have already received it. The second generation of Drunken Dream, when combined with the No. 5 serum, forms the most extreme lie. When a lie is repeated thousands of times, people will pay attention to it and believe in it until they think it is beautiful." The minister said intoxicatedly, "Foolish Dream, haha, this is the name of the second generation of serum."

The manager placed the phone on the table, walked to the box and opened it. Purple light rippled through the glass tube.

This is a serum that looks like Drunken Dream. The real Drunken Dream would be disguised as a cocktail and circulated in the market, but it is no longer needed at this moment. "Foolish Dream" has more primitive properties than Drunken Dream. No matter whether it is human or alien, once you drink it, you will fall into a dream from which there is no escape, and the physical body in reality will be like a walking corpse.

This is the real carnival. The new people are enjoying themselves in the dream of lies, and everyone of them is boiling with illusion.

"I've received that." The manager's face was serious. "This carnival will be terrible."

"This will be a gift that the new people bring to the world." The minister smiled, "Let's see if a demon god can be born."

"I see, but...where is Naya? I heard that the monster is in District 1, or even in this city." The manager looked around worriedly, "I heard that she is a monster raised by the An family. Could this be a variable?"

"It's just a young and good-looking monster. There's nothing to worry about." The minister hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, the manager in a black windbreaker hurriedly walked out of the secret passage, followed by several subordinates carrying boxes. The secret passage led directly to the inside of the theater, where the dim light kept flashing, indicating that a performance was taking place in the center of the stage.

The manager stood in the last row, which was also the highest position, of the auditorium, smoking a cigarette and watching all this with mixed feelings.

The men pretended to be waiters delivering drinks and walked through the audience, quietly distributing the serum to every guest, including those in the VIP box. The guests took the serum skillfully, and it was obviously not their first time. The aliens sniffed the scent of the serum intoxicatedly, as if it was the power to hold the world in their hands.

Only when you stand in the position of a manager can you feel the darkness of this world. What is the irreconcilable racial hatred between humans and aliens? FACA and aliens were fighting fiercely before, but what's the point? They were just fighting some small minions and brainless ones.

The alien nobles have long since integrated into human society and become an inseparable part of it. They are all scorching-eyed vampires who hide among the crowd, eat meat and drink red wine, and complete their plunder while chatting and laughing. The aliens feed on human flesh, and the truly evil monsters feed on the human spirit. (

"It's done." The subordinate came over to report.

"They expected to complete the transformation of Xinmin within ten minutes, but the result was not good. What is this? Is the crow-like death coming?" The manager sighed and walked towards the exit, no longer wanting to stay.)

His mission was accomplished, and he had to leave this haunted place as soon as possible, knowing the secret escape route of this theater.

As a true new citizen and a core member of the Eternal Church, the manager knew that the end of this carnival was destruction. Whether it was the destruction of the Tananiya family or the Eternal Church, it was not important to him. He only cared about the path to ascend.

But where is that road?

Is there really a way in the world that allows humans to cross the border and become a dead species?

The manager was thinking about it, and suddenly he shivered, feeling uncomfortable all over, as if he was being stared at by something.

He turned his head subconsciously and was stunned.

Among the countless backs in the audience, only one figure was facing towards him. It was a girl hiding in the crowd. She was smiling, her pupils bright and blood red in the dim light. Strangely, none of the other audience members noticed her.

The manager was nervous and didn't want to think about it, so he walked away.

……

Abandoned underground stage.

This is ten meters below the Coster Theater, but it is so quiet. The carnival above has already begun, but time below seems to have stopped and everything has just begun.

Xiao Qi dragged his broken body and confronted the black-haired girl around the audience seats. This was the biggest stage and the two were actors on this stage. There would be two endings in the completely random script. The girl would die with her companion hiding in the darkness, or the robot would go into complete hibernation and could not wake up.

Only half of the robot Xiaoqi's body is left, but it does not hinder its movement, because it also has countless bodies in the darkness, and each machine is a body. It is just very worried about the breath of the girl, which reminds it of a friend, the Lord of Flowers.

“Listen, the carnival has begun above, but I know you don’t care. You and the Sang in the Tananya family are not completely in the same group.” The black-haired girl was the first to break the silence, and the blade of the silver sickle in her hand scraped against the ground.

At her feet were the remains of several robots, whose motherboards were chopped off with a single blow, so easily and effortlessly. Xiao Qi's robot clones were not simply made up of parts and metal cables, but contained phagocytic cells, each of which had the strength of a super alien, but they fell.

The girl has the shadow of An Ran in the past, except that she has a terrifying power. The difference is that there is a look of world-weariness in her eyes, a kind of morbidity made up of despair, brokenness and cold-bloodedness.

"I don't want to say anything more to you, but I still hope you'll give in, even if it's a slim chance." The girl said, "I don't mind killing you. Although it will be difficult, it doesn't mean it can't be done. You should recognize this weapon."

The beautiful silver-white sickle, which was the opposite of the black and red color of the Grim Reaper, reflected a faint light in the darkness. Xiao Qi was silent for a few seconds, and a string of analytical data flashed across half of the screen.

"One of Tang Qiu's two Devouring Weapons. She used these two sickles to kill Shang repeatedly." The robot looked particularly cold in the dim light. "An Ran did not tap into the true power of Mi Xun, because he simply disdained it. You can't hold on for too long with this Devouring Weapon. I know you are holding on."

The girl looked at the robot coldly, without any reaction after being punctured.

She observed the movements of the robot. Xiao Qi's terrifying figure was looming in the darkness and might appear in front of her in the next second.

"Your wings are perfect, with a breathtaking beauty, but they will be even more perfect after they are broken." Xiao Qi suddenly took a step closer, and a happy yellow expression appeared on the face on the screen.

The girl turned around without hesitation and slashed the robot that emerged from the darkness behind her with her silver sickle, cutting it in half with one stroke.

"How ridiculous! You've been pretending to be a robot for so long that you've forgotten who you are." She sneered as she chopped up the debris on the ground and looked up at Xiao Qi. "If you don't want to reveal your true identity, then this is the end of it."

The robot didn't speak.

Xiao Qi had been observing the silver-white sickle in the girl's hand. It felt a little strange. When Tang Qiu died, the Devouring Sorrow of this Devouring Weapon had been broken, but why could it still exert its power? It looked for a long time and tried to draw a conclusion. When it saw the wound on the girl's wrist, it understood. It made a cheerful creaking sound, and the creaking sound kept echoing in the darkness, as if countless speakers were hidden.

That is... countless robots laughing!

“Hahahaha… You actually used your own Devouring Sorrow to activate this weapon.” The robot even danced with joy, “You have already regarded yourself as a weapon, and are even ready to be made into a Devouring Weapon in the future? This is so interesting, so interesting…”

"Shut up!" The girl tightly gripped the sickle and changed the direction of her movement, even thinking of gradually rushing towards Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi took a step back, and his terrifying figure disappeared into the darkness.

Then came the mechanical arms that came from all directions, penetrating forward, and were constantly smashed by the silver sickle. The girl handled it with ease, her eyes sweeping in all directions, the lights completely went out, and she fell into heavy darkness.

The next second, the faint light of a lighter illuminated the girl's side. It was a woman who appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, hey, fighting is fighting, but don't turn off the lights. I'm reading and you're disturbing my eyes." The woman slapped her ears in distress, feeling helpless.

Gu Zhilan turned her head and was stunned for a moment. The woman who appeared out of nowhere looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her.

This woman was actually dressed as a priest, but she had an upside-down cross hanging around her neck. She looked sleepy, like a hundred-year-old ghost who had just been awakened by a battle and crawled out of her coffin. She shouldn't be here.

Gu Zhilan was distracted and took advantage of the opportunity. At that moment when the Scissor Hands were about to cut off her head, the woman actually took a step forward, raised her hand, grabbed the Scissor Hands and pulled Xiao Qi out of the darkness.

Xiao Qi stumbled and fell to the ground. The word "failure" kept flashing on the screen, and he was unable to get up for a while before the recovery program was completed.

Gu Zhilan didn't see clearly what happened, so she quickly stepped back to create some distance, jumped high onto the stage, stood next to Lalo and looked down at the strange woman who suddenly appeared.

Chapter 90: Gaze into the Abyss (XVI)

The woman lazily kicked the robot in front of her, totally ignoring it. The weak light from the lighter in her hand could only illuminate a half-meter area. Gu Zhilan was standing on the stage, completely hidden in the darkness. She could see the woman in the firelight, but the woman might not be able to see her.

The woman actually raised her head and looked at the stage. The two of them were facing each other from a distance, one in the light, the other in the dark. Gu Zhilan's pupils were turning gray patterns of despair in the darkness, and it would be difficult for anyone to look away, but the woman shrugged her shoulders in satisfaction.

"Who are you?" Gu Zhilan didn't believe that an ordinary woman could kill Xiao Qi in seconds.

Xiao Qi fell into a short sleep, the screen was in a malfunctioning state, and he could not move for a while. The situation quickly took an unexpected turn, and Gu Zhilan did not win. She was not sure whether the other party was an enemy.

A woman dressed as a priest, but she looks like a vampire who just jumped out of a coffin, with a blasphemous upside-down cross hanging around her neck. Who is she? A devil? Satan? Or another ghost?

"A passerby who was woken up by you. Oh, of course, I am also a bad guy." said the woman.

She narrowed her eyes, and the flame from the lighter in her hand leaped up, illuminating the entire abandoned theater. Gu Zhilan, hiding in the darkness, lost her advantage and could only hold the silver sickle tightly and prepare for the attack.

"This weapon..." The woman blinked, deeply attracted by the Devouring Weapon in her hand.

"Is Tang Qiu still alive?" She said the name in surprise, "That damn unfaithful woman!"

"Shang..." Gu Zhilan immediately made a judgment from the brief sentences that the other party knew Tang Qiu, but Tang Qiu was a historical figure who had died hundreds of years ago.

"You don't have Tang Qiu's aura on you. You are not her descendant and you are not her. Who gave you this Devouring Weapon?" The woman's face darkened.

Gu Zhilan pulled out the needle and thread from Lalo's body and ignored the woman. Her companions finally arrived. They were all the strongest elites of the flower shop, as well as super aliens who had recently been persuaded by Xu Yanqian to join. Gu Zhilan was Xu Yanqian's puppet leader.

She doesn't mind being a puppet, as long as Xu Yanqian can fulfill her promise. It turns out that this world has always been so dazzling, and she wants to destroy this world.

The woman looked at the several figures that appeared on the stage, looking confused and thoughtful, as if she didn't understand the situation.

Several of them were dressed very formally, wearing slim-fitting tuxedos, paired with straight trousers and bright shirts. The white silk bow ties made them look even more handsome and stylish. There was no shortage of women among them, and they were all super aliens.

"You are late." Gu Zhilan said without raising her head.

"The show up there was so good, I watched it for a little longer." The man said coldly, "Who is this woman?"

"Not sure if it's an enemy or not. It's scary."

“Let’s just treat it as a nuisance.” The man’s right arm seemed to be extended like a branch, and the withered giant claws were hideous and terrifying.

"Interesting. No matter how much time has passed, there will always be some interesting people in this world." The woman clapped her hands. "You don't even know who I am. It's you who broke into hell, the flower shop, right?"

"Wow, I didn't expect the flower shop to be so famous in District 1. It seems like it's really a good deal to join in."

A thin man smiled, nudged his companion with his shoulder, his eyes beaming with joy.

"I said it would definitely be a good thing to bring you in."

The man ignored the thin man and pointed his huge claws at the woman:

"You know the flower shop, this is great, don't rush to attack, maybe we can become friends and discuss some common topics, there is no need to use swords at all."

Gu Zhilan looked at their backs coldly and continued to fiddle with the needle and thread on Lalu, but Lalu had already fallen into a coma.

She did not remind her companions not to look down on women, because deep down she did not consider these guys as real friends, but just using them. This was Dr. Ned's church, and fallen angels did not need companions.

She really needs these companions to make sacrifices, and it would be best to irritate the women so that she can judge their strength most intuitively.

But the reality did not go as expected. The man actually tried to negotiate. He was not brainless. He looked reckless but was actually smart. He knew that women were difficult to deal with, otherwise Gu Zhilan would have turned him into a corpse long ago.

“You change your attitude so quickly. You are not as stupid as you appear, but you are right. I am a trouble and you shouldn’t try to negotiate with trouble.” The woman continued to high-five. The air was filled with murderous intent, like a taut string ready to explode at any moment.

She always held a lighter, which illuminated the theater so that everyone could see each other clearly. But to be honest, the lighter was too weird. The thumb-sized lighter had a column of flame, like a torch held high.

"You lowly aliens, you have no idea what a great existence you are challenging." The woman said coldly, "I wouldn't care at first, but that Devouring Weapon... you are not worthy of using it, girl, tell me your name."

Gu Zhilan did not answer. She had already completely pulled out the needles and threads from Lalo's body. Now the headache was how to transport him out. She did not trust her companions, but she also knew the character of this group of people. None of the super aliens were easy to deal with. They would always get angry when they were offended.

Her companions looked at each other and took action. It was meaningless to say anything now. All words were unnecessary. The man swung his huge claws and rushed towards the woman, trying to pierce her. This was his usual means of attack, but the moment it came into contact with the woman's skin, it bounced back. It seemed calm, but in fact it had a terrible impact. The man lost his balance and stumbled to the ground.

The woman raised her right hand casually, and the rising pillar of fire from the lighter turned into a floating fire snake. Things suddenly became magical. It was just a simple action, but it was able to control the flame. The burning fire snake shuttled through the air and rushed straight towards the man.

Gu Zhilan still chose to take action herself. The silver sickle created a shattering air curtain when it was swung. The fire snake hovered in front of the air curtain and could not move forward. This was a magical plot that only appeared in movies. The fire snake and the air curtain collided with each other, and the two were in a stalemate.

The woman frowned and her eyes flashed with surprise.

Gu Zhilan swung the sickle again, and the white air curtain spread out with her feet as the center, completely engulfing the fire snake and cutting off the connection with the woman's lighter. Under the unparalleled power of destruction, the fire snake spun and dissipated like a flower, and sparks flew all over the sky.

"Dream Mirror." Gu Zhilan said in a low voice.

She looked like she had won, but when the woman lit the lighter again, her face turned pale.

It was still the pillar of fire that illuminated the entire abandoned theater. The woman had only made a very casual attack. She was really a death. Only death could cover the dreamland at will. Everything was silent. In the dreamland, they could create gorgeous scenes comparable to those in fantasy novels.

This woman was indeed Shang who was awakened. She woke up from her deep sleep and the place she was in was her own territory.

The woman said that they were the ones who broke into hell, this place was hell, and she was the master of hell!

"Give me this devouring weapon, and I will let you go." The woman stared at the silver-white sickle.

Gu Zhilan noticed that the robots on the ground were twitching, and realized that this was a sign that Xiaoqi was waking up, so she raised her hand calmly.

The woman approached and suddenly turned around, and the huge robot rushed straight in front of her. The robot's hard mechanical arms completely hugged her and tried to strangle her.

"Where did this big piece of iron come from!" the woman roared.

"MO7S is about to start the self-destruction program, activate the main body awakening program, activate the main body awakening program..."

……

The sound of an explosion in the distance woke An Xiao up, as if it came from the edge of the world. She raised her head and saw an elite group of executive officers standing behind her.

Everyone hid in the dim corridor. Deep inside was a theater where a performance was going on. Everyone in the audience turned their heads, and countless crimson eyes lit up in the darkness.

They looked at the executive officer, and as the performance's music became more passionate, they all stood up and burst into applause.

The stage ends and the carnival begins.

"Action!" An Xiao gave the order.

Chapter 91: The Gaze of Master Yuan (Seventeen)