The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

"You are alone and helpless, and you are embedded in the pile of corpses like that."

"In the monster's corpse, the twisted and coiled intestines just slipped out from between the wet, sticky and bloody internal organs, stacked and entangled."

"Perhaps it's because he died not long ago, but he still exudes a slight warmth of blood transpiration."

"You paused for a moment."

"You twisted your body and got a little bit into the pile of corpses."

"You overturned your own weak, newborn baby's arm, and with great difficulty squeezed out a piece of intestine and covered yourself."

"You tried to bury yourself in the pile of corpses."

"This is the only thing you can do right now."

"The wet, sticky and disgusting touch rubs against your skin, and the strong smell of blood hits your undeveloped sense of smell."

"You lay quietly among the corpses, and the surrounding temperature wrapped in flesh and blood conveyed the warmth like a mother's embrace."

"You've never had much luck."

"However, at this moment, you can only hope for your own good luck."

"At the edge of the ear, the roar of human beings from afar is gradually extinguishing."

"There was a chilling sound in the air, as if the bones were being crushed and chewed like flesh and blood."

"You closed your eyes."

"There are no prayers to the gods."

"There is no prayer of fate."

"Only, make every effort to pursue the peace of mind called survival."

"Time, in the silence like death, every second is passed."

"The sun falls and the moon rises, and the night draws closer."

"The screams of the soldiers disappeared in the scorching air."

"The humans around you seem to have died."

"The surviving and victorious monstrous monsters roamed the streets, their bodies grinding against the ground, making a slippery, disgusting and disturbing crawling sound."

"The sound of teeth chewing and grinding, crushing flesh and bones, just like that drifted faintly in the lonely night."

"You know very well."

"That is, monsters are eating people's corpses."

"The sky is darkening inch by inch, and the stars are beginning to twinkle in the cloudless night sky."

"The blood flowed out from the corpse, and the remaining temperature had already dissipated in a few hours."

"The chill is spreading."

"The most basic desire to be a human being arises."

"It's not just hunger emerging from the body."

"You also feel the cold brought by the passing of temperature."

"The abdominal cavity will faintly rippling with mournful cries, and the baby's body instinctively wants to call out to the mother, crying out for feeding."

"You curled up in the pile of corpses, motionless."

"Feeling the cold all over the body, and the uncontrollable hunger."

"Your will can still be restrained, trying to maintain your sobriety, but your stomach must not make any obvious sounds."

"The brain in a trance struggled for a moment."

"Tremblingly."

"You raised your hand and grabbed the intestines of the monster in front of you—"

"You handed that grotesque flesh to the edge of your dry lips that were about to crack, and sucked the remaining blood left on it."

"Slippery."

"Wet and sticky."

"nausea."

"resist."

"The brain is trembling, the nerves are trembling."

"The human instinct is crazily reminding you to refuse this kind of food, but the throat is still squirming slightly, swallowing all the monster's blood."

"A trace of burning temperature seems to spread from your abdominal cavity."

"You feel that your body has become a little warmer."

"You swallowed the mixed blood of man and monster."

"Like sucking on a mother's breast."

"The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood piled up by humans and monsters opened their arms like that—"

"Nursing, you godslayer."

The sun rises and the moon falls, and the morning light is faint.

In the early morning of dusk in the sky, a trance-like sun slowly rises from the blue and clear coastline of Ionia.

On the scorching hot battlefield.

The burly red-haired man riding a tall horse led the army and stepped into this devastated town that was almost ruined.

He was naked with a muscular upper body, his torso and arms were branded with bloody battle patterns, exuding a daunting majesty and aura all over his body.

"His Majesty"

Looking at this tragic battlefield, it was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The generals following behind the red hair couldn't help showing expressions of compassion on their faces.

"Seeing the battle flag of Sparta, no one came out to meet the soldiers of Oba

They, I'm afraid they have already sacrificed. "

Hearing the words of the adjutant.

The red-haired man lowered his eyelids and was silent for a moment.

Obviously as the monarch of the city-state.

On his head, what he wears is not a crown, but also a warrior's helmet.

Because every Spartan is a soldier who will never change until death.

King of Sparta, Leonidas I.

Lowering her red eyes, she said softly.

"Search for Survivors"

"Your Majesty, this is the unprecedented scale of the hell rift opened by Tartarus. Not only our city-state has been attacked, but also Athens, Syracuse, Portia, and Argos"

The adjutant said solemnly,

"There are many famous demons who came out of the gates of hell, and the survivors are afraid."

"I'll let you, search and rescue."

"As ordered!"

The Spartan army behind them poured into this scorched and tragic ruined street in full readiness.

The tyrannical and bloodthirsty monsters from the fissures of hell crawled madly from every corner of the city towards the city gates, as if the flies had smelled fresh flesh.

The king of Sparta, Leonidas jumped off his horse, took a spear handed by the soldier beside him, and walked into the town silently.

The fronts of humans and demons collided with each other again and continued to be connected.

The fleshy intestines slid off the coil, and the thick blood sprayed and splashed.

Under the sun, in the middle of the square of the ruins of the city-state.

People and monsters, in front of piles of corpses.

Puff, puff——

A long-haired woman with withered skin and a skeleton that seemed to support her whole body was inserting her palm into the flesh and blood, looking for dishes she liked.

brain.The fishy consistency is too greasy.

the large intestine.Tasteless.

heart.Too tough and chewy.

at last

She raised her arms excitedly.

Because, she finally found the appetizer and dessert that she finally smelled and smelled——

That's a newborn baby!

What a delicious treasure!

By the warmth of the sun, the body is slightly covered.

The skin felt like a palm-like embrace.

"Are you saved?"

The dying baby opened its dark ocher eyes slightly, and under the sunlight, stared at the strange woman who was holding her up.

The corners of her bleeding mouth.

There is a chilling arc that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

"You're delicious, little one."

In an instant.

An early warning frantically emerged in my mind.

Su Shu realized it instantly.

The guy in front of him is not human.

In an instant.

呲——

A thin line of blood split between the woman's eyebrows without warning, and spread vertically, and soon stretched to the scalp and jaw, forming a dark red closed loop.

hiss-

A sharp and rough noise, like breaking some kind of tough leather texture.

Elegant beauty.

plunged into hell.

Half of her face seemed to be "torn off", revealing the bloody inner side——

Under the torn skin, blurred flesh and blood crawled and deformed.

A huge eyeball inlaid in the middle of the flesh and blood slowly emerged.

The hollow whites of the eyes, the ferocious pupils densely covered with blood, and the interlocking sharp teeth growing under the pupils, dripping thick mucus from the gaps between the teeth.

His hungry eyes stared straight at Su Shu's face.

Facing the dying baby with its eyes wide open.

she was.

Opened his "mouth" and slowly bit down