Chapter 811: Assassination (5)

The killing in this way has a unique meaning.
Most of the blood stains on the soul drinker's hands are contaminated in silence and secret, often only the killer dances with the prey alone, and the mind and heart intersect in the most authentic and honest way.
No one can cover up only when he is dying.
But it is different at this moment; it has never killed more than double-digit lives at once, because there is no such need.
At the moment, his blood was stretched, almost dizzy, and he couldn't help asking himself why he didn't do it earlier.
This frantic joy swallowed everything up and was brilliant.
Putting aside all the disguise and illusions itself shocked him, he finally revealed his true self to everyone. And they all responded with horrified roars.
In the roar of low winds, the Oaks screamed.
He laughed loudly, without fear.
It has never been so frank.
As early as the moment he was born, he was already living alone, afraid to expose his true self.
Even those who had metal and glass eyeballs cut him open and peeped into the dark corners of this mutated mind, but failed to see his side.
It turned into a violent whirlwind of sharp teeth and claws, the skin changed and reorganized at a dazzling speed, and the life of each victim was killed in a new and brutal way.
Numerous greedy giant mouths appeared in his body, drinking every drop of blood splashing on his skin.
The last Ok was firing at him, and large-caliber bullets struck his back and legs, blazing with fierce pain.
The strange skin hissing counteracted most of the impact, so that the bullet did not hurt the soul-drinker's own flesh.
It turned around like a dancer and jumped into the air.
The other Oaks were already lying in the pool of blood, and their fragmented throats and chests slowly poured out the last few drops of blood, which were immediately dried up by the earth.
It passed the deceased colleague of Ok, ignoring the burning pain of a bullet across his cheek, approaching the other person, placing his weight on one leg, and drawing a violent black arc with the other leg .
"what!!!!"
The claws stretched out and hit the big nasal cavity with a big square face.
The bones suddenly shattered in a muffled sound, and the sharp fragments pierced the opponent's brain like a dagger.
Which one is this?
In an unstoppable hunt, the killer is already unclear.
Then he saw the nerve boy hiding his face under the iron mask, and immediately left behind the number problem.
The slender and weak Oak screamed at him with a fan-like lightning. He avoided most of them, but there were still a few bites on him, but the surging skin then turned them into invisible.
This is just a delay.
He could feel the rumbling tremor in the subspace, and the existence of the whole body covering it shivered in disgust with the approach of the Ok.
The intense halo quickly accumulated in the neurotic spirit. He seemed to be planning his last stroke, dancing the metal rod in his hand frantically.
"Waaagh!!!!!!"
The gusty wind seemed to stop suddenly next to the nerve boy, as if he had constructed a dead sphere that could not penetrate through the sound.
Violent energy flowed from the spikes extending from the ends of the metal rod, and the disturbed air rippled like water.
Click!
A deep green energy rushed out of the weird weapon, and the soul-drinker hurriedly raised his arm and tried to block it.
But the impact is extremely powerful, he screamed loudly in an unprecedented pain.
"Damn!!!!!!!!!"
Its skin enough to offset most of the energy of subspace actually burned in some places, and yellow pus slowly oozed from the burnt wound.
All his ecstasy is vanishing at this moment-this is no longer a game.
That neuro kid is far more deadly than he thought.
He is not just a lunatic Oak... he is close to it to some extent, and he is a kind of weapon against subspace.
Deep down in my heart, a voice longed to retreat, seeking some precious time for self-healing before making a comeback.
But he was deaf to the sobbing in his mind and did the opposite.
The soul-drinker swooped at the nerve boy and plunged into a burst aura that was enough to wither the soul.
"Yeah!!"
He immediately felt that his power was passing quickly, and that blazing pain was like the whole body's artery was being pulled out of the body by the other party.
Suddenly, the Soul Drinker realized that what he was experiencing was exactly similar to the painful feelings when other wizards died on his hands. This must be the case when the witch turned to ashes.
He quickly attacked before the burst of hot air completely involved himself.
The razor-like claws made a shining arc and broke through the air, cutting the protective fiber at the throat and the flesh beneath it.
This did not kill him on the spot, but it was enough to cut a blood vessel.
"Well!"
As expected, he immediately covered the wound tightly with his hand, but there was still a burst of scarlet blood spitting out.
The soul-drinker greeted him with a huge mouth, and blood spilled on his face.
The monster laughed loudly again, and the nervous boy stumbled back, choking.
Behind the mask, blood flows from the nerve boy's ears and nostrils and accumulates around the mouth and neck.
The capillaries in his eyeballs burst, leaving the entire field of vision scarlet and tears dripping.
But he is still struggling to launch another attack. The previous mistake was that the shot was too late and did not allow the waaagh energy to accumulate to the maximum lethality. Also dissipated most.
He may be wrong to underestimate the potential of this... thing in front of him.
The other party's gradually changing aura bursts more and more, becoming like the sun shining.
This was a neuro boy who had never seen him before. It was like another neuro boy appeared in front of him, and immediately noticed that his whole body strength was as unstoppable as a free fall. It was attracted by the changing shape of the killer.
It looks very much like him, but not like it.
"Fuck it up!!!"
The nerve boy screamed. This was the first real scream in his life. He released all the boiling fire in his mind, and the other party laughed unscathed in the torrent of blaze, and then penetrated everything. Reflect back.
The ashes filled the nerve boy's throat and suddenly silenced her scream.
This is the killer's most powerful ability-countermeasures, turning himself into a mirror, and giving back all the power of the other party, which is also the real capital of his ability to assassinate Guk.
The pale tyrant may be invincible, but his power must be able to kill himself.
"Ha...ha..."
After processing all this, even he felt a little tired.
He came outside the observation post and looked at the boiling mine not far away. There seemed to be some disturbance, which was also a great opportunity for him.
"Guk..."
Riding the violent waaagh energy in the body has not been completely dissipated, the soul drinker feels the scattered aura in the mine, many of which are very powerful, like the scorching sun, and the most powerful one...
"……I'm coming."
With a cough, the shape of the Soul Drinker slowly twisted and eventually turned into an Ok, and then walked towards the mine.