Vol 2 Chapter 118: Advent

?? When Chen Ang's eyes swept again, everyone who was stared at by that calm, even apathetic eyes, shuddered, intertwined with fear and anger, turning into an unspeakable emotion surging in his chest .

The clown, who was ignored by everyone, suddenly struggled twice, tenaciously raising his already fluffy head.

The clown's eyes started to be confused at first, and then he became frightened when he heard the footsteps approaching. He clinged his fingers to the floor in vain, moving it inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

After a while, he saw a pair of shoes stop in front of his eyes, and the clown looked up, but only saw Chen Ang tilted his head to look at him.

The eyes were so fierce and indifferent that the clown couldn't help but stun it. The fear of driving to the end turned into a suffocation, the clown grinned his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.

"I seem to have done you ..."

When Chen Ang laughed, he ran back in place, digging out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown. Before he finished speaking, a brick was hit on his forehead. And again.

The people around me are like chills, a large fighting field, except for the sound of breathing, the sound of bricks hitting the flesh.

After smashing a few times, the clown completely collapsed on the ground. Chen Ang had to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. The long slick of blood stained like a brush, as if reflecting back and forth, dragging like a dead dog. The clowns on the ground almost did their last bit of obsession and violently jumped from the ground and rushed towards Chen Ang.

He bite at Chen Ang like a dying wolf, his body fluttered like water, and a tragic air rushed towards his face.

昂 Chen Ang struck his belly abruptly, and he could hear a clear breaking sound. The clown's upper and lower bodies were almost folded in half, and the spine twisted into a U-shape strangely, and fell to the ground.

Squatting in front of the clown, Chen Ang looked carefully: "You're a clown?" He pointed to the clown's mouth: "No, this is not a clown!"

"What is the charm of the clown? Love and madness ... you are crazy enough, but not enough to love. I want to see what you care about the most? Then tell you the truth of a very clown: bad days, will put any People become me! "Chen Ang flipped through the clown's memory, then altered it like graffiti.

Finally he took out the knife and made a smile on the clown's face.

The clown tried to stop him. He raised his hand weakly and grabbed Chen Ang's trousers. He was desperately struggling. Chen Ang pulled out the brick and turned it towards the hand, one time, two times, leaving only a layer of flesh-connected fingers. No longer able to catch Chen Ang.

Chen Ang shoved the knife into the clown's mouth, and soon finished his creation. Looking at the cracked smile of the clown, he took a few steps back calmly and turned his head and sighed: "This is the clown!"

The gladiatorial arena is a small, closed space. The dazzling lights have been seen for a long time, and the eyes will be spent. More and more iron thorns are entangled in this space. The orange-yellow and some old rays shine in this thorn bush. , Blood spots and rust intertwined, do not have a cruel taste.

The mechanical, cold and simple test and game are still going on. A lucky corpse is hung on the thorn-thorn wall like this. The corpse is pierced by a barbed wire and hangs like a cross. As the corpse begins to pile up High, bloody. A strong indescribable maliciousness and cruelty flowed in the void.

I nourish this evil soil.

Chen Ang has no shortage of sacrifices, there are always a steady stream of sacrifices coming from all sides of the city to provide materials for this sacrifice ground. The game continues, and the lucky ones who completed the first round have become corpses, and Those who unfortunately fail can only go on cruel games that they love.

Hu Ke desperately wanted to complete the conditions for the end of the game so that his family did not participate in the game. He exhausted all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, and cruel.

There are fewer and fewer people to survive, so there is no need for Chen Ang to intervene in the later things. Those villains are torturing each other. They turn like a grinding disc and grind themselves together with others into flesh and blood. As the game got to the end, it became crueler. When Robert came off, the scene had reached the situation where Chen Ang couldn't bear to read.

"So no matter how good a talent is, it's not like a good system ..." Chen Ang made a comparison with the punishment there. Those who are concerned, but later, those who have a strong motivation to end it all have been excavated by me. "

"They started to do this voluntarily. At this time, the system started to make a good start. It can gradually improve itself. Those who do not have power and oil and salt will become fuel and be gradually consumed. People, whether revenge or crazy. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to be creative. "

"In this process, I just need to tinker on the basis of this system, and they have completed the game themselves!"

"Now we have thirteen carriers ..." Chen Ang swept over those distorted and decent bodies, Joker, Robert, Gatsby ... these are the people who can't get salvation from the game, their end It will be ten times more miserable than everyone who died.

The thick and almost malicious evil has permeated this slaughterhouse, and the daring heroes have taken the young birds away, and the punisher has violently dispersed the 'residents' near the building.

The wounds on the thirteen carriers have been scabbed. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died, but under a strange power, they not only struggled. Www.EbookFREE.me. The wounds were even recovering.

The tiny tentacles grew out of the flesh from the wounds, groping on their bodies.

陈 In Chen Ang's perception, these people's bodies are deteriorating rapidly-indeed, something has come down from the void into their bodies, and the whole process of alienation makes the scalp numb.

灵魂 The soul of this pair of carriers is really unparalleled torture. For those incompetent existences, ordinary people will see that their spirits will be greatly polluted and endangered. Even people as smart as Stark and as determined as Captain America are severely affected, and these carriers can be said to be in intimate contact with those monsters.

He is livingly inserting their bodies into their bodies.

"As someone said: Bad days will turn anyone into me!"

Chen Ang sighed: "I don't think there can be anything worse than that, what about being a human? The most important thing is to be happy. I hope you can be a person who makes people happy-the clown!" He bent his four fingers, Put a quotation mark around his ear. (To be continued ~ ^ ~)