Doomsday Virus

“Sigh … Sigh …”

这 And this time, the blade demon can no longer make any roar, the thick black liquid flowing from the broken tongue part drowned its throat and made a drowning sound …

It widened the only right eye, and still waved another arm blade unwillingly, in an attempt to block the enemy in his arms.

But just a little bit this time, it suddenly made it feel all about its entire arm instantly!

Looking down, I saw that his blade-shaped arm had already appeared on the man’s hand, and was actually torn by the opponent with brute force? !!

Although the blade demon who lost his arms can grow again, Xia Leng never gave it such a chance.

He threw his claws vigorously, tearing the forcibly removed giant blade into tens of thousands of fragments, then raised his head, and looked coldly at the “bare rod demon” half taller than himself, with his signature grin exposed at the corner .

Wu Xia Leng is imitating and mocking.

Finally, Xia Leng shook his arms and waved the black light claws, like a tornado with tens of millions of blades, cutting wildly in its arms! !!

Suddenly, the flesh and blood of the blade demon was cut off piece by piece, and the severe wound could heal in the future, and it was torn by the sharp claw blade again!

It raised an incredibly broken head, and within a short period of time, such a dramatic flip occurred, from suppressing the enemy to being completely crushed …

怪 This blame is not pure enough, not perfect …

Every time Xia Leng cuts, he is devouring each other’s flesh at the same time. His pupils have long turned into pure black, and he greedily does not let go of each other’s blood!

Each piece of flesh and blood of Demon Blade’s Demon entered Xia Leng’s body and brought him a strong sense of joy!

As if this guy in front of me, is born in this world to enhance his strength!

What did not come to mind is that this seemingly savage bladeless demon with a human appearance has a memory fragment that can be devoured, filling Xia Leng’s memory network …

Uh …

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Brulu Delimazo Kabuldo is a black warrior from an indigenous African tribe. His name in the tribe means machete.

The height of nearly two meters, his burly body, his magnificent muscles, the dark, reflective skin like coke, and the dense scars that can symbolize his heroic achievements prove that he is the guardian of this wasteland tribe.

The two ivory scimitars around his waist, as the name implies, are his most powerful weapons.

Kabuldo once held two machetes to break through the territory of a group of lions. After a **** battle, he had a few more lion heads beside his feet, and the others fled the land to flee. time.

Although he is born fierce, he also has a tender side.

The two daughters of Kabuldo are the only pair of precious treasures who can touch his heart, watching the naive look of them playing with the captured lion, he vowed to use the two scimitars in his hand to protect They have a lifetime.

However, the world teaches us not to make promises, or it will probably become a curse …

A mysterious team from modern society entered the barbaric but stable life of this tribe.

They set up camp here, and set up various complicated iron maggots that made the indigenous people scratch their heads.

According to common sense, these fierce indigenous indigenous peoples should kill these invaders, and cut off their heads and hang them outside the hides of animal hides to show off their achievements.

However, Kabuldo, the leader of the tribe, was very clear about the power of iron rods hanging on the chests of these outsiders, and the double knives around his waist looked so vulnerable in front of such iron rods. It’s broken at the touch …

一部分 Some of the intruders in white clothes pierced each person’s skin with a sharp transparent tube and sucked out their own blood. If anyone dares to resist, they will be “served” by those modern warriors behind them.

After the blood of all the people was drawn out and stored, they did not leave, but brought the labeled blood into the tent, performing unknown behavior all night.

As a warrior and tribal leader, Kabuldo can only lay down the most precious dignity for the safety of all ethnic groups, and resist the violent blood to cooperate with each other’s work.

Until the next day, those in white clothes got out of the tent, and spoke an incomprehensible language to an old man with glasses, but stared at himself.

Finally, the other party began the behavior of the invaders. They used iron rods against Kabuldo to forcibly take him away.

The tribal people, how could they easily take their patron saint away, and began a fierce struggle.

Up to the old wizard, down to the child who just picked up the spear, all participated in the battle, and the most fierce resistance naturally belonged to the pair of treasures of Kabuldo …

In the end, Kabuldo failed to act as the patron saint of the good tribe, and failed to fulfill that promise …

At this time, it was the beginning of the real pain in Kabuldo.

When Kabuldo thought that the treasure was dead, he no longer had nostalgia, and no more pain.

They took him back to the strange castle underneath ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ using various instruments not seen before to carry out physical limit tests on Kabuldo!

Every trial will cause him unforgettable pain for life, and even cover the pain of losing his daughter!

Every time I think I have adapted, the next time I can bear it numbly, the next time I wait for myself again.

I don’t know how long this kind of ruthless experiment lasted forever. Although every second of the process seemed to him for a lifetime, but one day, it should be over.

No one else tortured him that day, but instead came a white-skinned woman with an angelic smile in her hand, holding in her hand a transparent tube from which his blood was drawn that day, but this time it had been loaded in advance The black liquid was no longer drawn out of his blood, but injected.

The numb expression of Kabuldo, who was tied to the experimental table, could not make any response, but after the drop of black liquid was injected into his blood vessel, he felt that it was more than ten million times stronger to combine all the tortures of these years. Pain !!

He stared at the black snakes squirming happily under his skin, his musculoskeletons exploding, healing, exploding, healing …

Until the blood turned black, covering the body layer by layer, the arms began to twist and flatten, until it turned into a dazzling giant blade …

布尔 Kabuldo finally became the true meaning of his name.

Under only the last consciousness left, he tried to raise his blade arm, and stroked in front of him a white angel with a very excited smile for a second …