Chapter 810: Assassination (4)

The kind of peaceful life, the timeless passage of time in the eyes of others, is a slow and deadly for any blurred blade.
He hated the long and endless yesterday, today and tomorrow.
What he longed for was the present.
In every second of keeping awake, he felt that the pure anger driving him seemed to be gradually infiltrating and losing, making him more and more weak.
He needs to sleep, just like he needs air.
But he needs more killing.
This is far stronger than any of the largest doses of stimulant drugs, and even the pleasure of is difficult to match-the killing is intoxicating and there is nothing to ask for.
This is the desire of his inner devil.
But he couldn't tolerate that he became a container of demons, and this was the last trace of the bottom line he held deep in his soul.
But now this line is about to break, he must do an understanding.
"dead!!"
He slammed the Ok helmet, smashing the silver horns on it, and the claws of his hands were bloodied, and the pistol was swung by him as a stick.
boom!
Suddenly, he felt a huge shock, and the fiery explosion of threw him away from the victim, causing him to smash the ground.
"Well……"
Thick blood foam mixed with a large amount of medicine poured out through the helmet's breathing hole, but he could not taste any pain.
A scorching warmth filled his chest and gradually expanded.
It spread to Casco's limbs and corpses, making him experience an unprecedented sense of dizziness.
The bullet scrape and the sharp blade stab caused many of his organs to die, leaving only a little broken blood under his right leg knee.
Every muscle in Casco's body trembled, and this death signal triggered a machine hidden under his sternum.
All the blades of blur, when they die, will suddenly disintegrate the fist-sized ball-shaped machine, releasing its poisonous legacy-a self-destructive mechanism.
But all this came much slower than Casco thought, and something was preventing it from happening.
A ghost thrown into the corner of his thoughts finally appeared at the end of his death. Perhaps this is the opportunity it had been waiting for a long time.
"You need me, you need me to help you with that task."
Casco didn't respond, he knew that this was the existence of lurking in his body and was struggling with the final.
A dangerous game, it, this demon body, is not an expert in assassination.
It is a hunter, a predator, an unmatched killer without emotion.
But it is not good at assassination.
Casco understood this deeply, it just wanted to steal a body.
It didn't take him seriously in the beginning.
Casco is indeed a trouble, but his consciousness can still be plundered at will, but it is just a little trouble that the only soul spark of this mankind has cultivated a little time.
But it didn’t expect that this human could be so tough that the demon’s original plan of occupation immediately failed. Casco avoided his opponent’s tentacles of thought and hid his most precious and useful memories, and Unswervingly defended.
The demon failed and became extremely violent.
Despite this, Casco still tolerates the other party because he needs this violent power.
They maintained an exploitative symbiotic relationship, even after years of erosion.
But now, he is about to die, the barriers of will are becoming weak, and the devil has found a gap and poured into the depths of his soul.
This arrogant existence penetrates into the thought of its host, but unexpectedly cannot find anything
Although this only takes a few seconds in the entity, it takes much longer in the devil's own soul thinking.
But the devil finally held Casco's shrunken soul in his claws.
The Blurred Blade only performed weak resistance, long-term corruption and the gradual weakness of the fire of life, which weakened his soul to the point of dying.
The devil stripped his emotions from Casco's soul and injected his essence into it, just like a spider injecting eggs in a hunting object, and its essence will eventually fill that soul.
This game has been played countless times between it and Casco, but the winner is every time this tenacious human.
But this time, the other party was unable to resist.
But the current situation is really not optimistic, the host's body is on the verge of destruction, surrounded by angry Ok and wild waaagh energy.
With the devil's own understanding, all analyses have reached the same conclusion.
Casco must die
The demon will also be destroyed here, it will be sent back to the chaotic subspace, forced to wander in the chaotic void, until the appearance of another ideal host.
The demon clasped the waning soul in his hand and panicked for the answer.
Casco's soul afterglow echoed mockingly.
"I have already asked the wizard to make a final arrangement for himself."
Accompanied by the twisted smile on his face, the syringe on his wrist injected a potion-prepared medicament into Casco's blood vessels, causing his whole body blood to turn into acid and quickly boil. Weakened evil,
In the howl, the devil realized that he had lost again ~EbookFREE.me~ and lost completely.
"ended……"
With the demon's evil force going away, those stimulants and chemical drugs that flooded the body began to undergo uncontrollable mixed reactions, becoming more powerful, and then destroyed.
His soft eyeballs burned and dissolved in the eye sockets, so he didn't see the dazzling light when the hot energy was finally released.
The next second, Casco's lying body was completely swallowed by the raging hellfire caused by spontaneous combustion.
On the giant eagle, all three people out of danger were silent.
The action team not only failed, but also lost two players at once. Whether other people can escape alive is still unknown.
"What about the planner."
It took a while for Aio to sort out her mood. She noticed that the main planner of the operation seemed to have never spoken, and he remained silent on the communication channel.
"He should be in that cave, his position is the safest, should not..."
Peggy's heart flew for a while, some cold touch rushed across, and at the same time brought a breath of murmur.
"Help……"
"Quick! Go to the planner! He is in trouble!"
With that said, Pegdor once again remembered the cold shadow he had fortunetelling. With the failure of the operation, he thought he might be wrong, but now it seems that this threat still exists.
"Can you hear it? Can you hear it?"
At this time, the always silent communication channel also rang, it was Klein's voice.
"I have a bad feeling, the planner seems to be in trouble!"
"You guessed it, we are rushing over!"
Peigdo replied, and smelled a very uncomfortable breath from the air.
"Okay! I'm going over there now! Pay attention to safety!"