Chapter 671: Blood rain

The blood rain will not stop until the night passes.
This is what Batman said.
Just when he had to fight against the blood army as a mortal once, he hid in the darkness and talked to himself like this.
Regardless of whether the person who said this is arrogant or sneaky, few people can break free from the mist.
And now it is one o'clock in the morning, and the blood rain is still falling.
When the dark giant sword splits the flesh in half, the blood rain falls; when the sharp black stone pierces the heart that no longer beats, the blood rain falls; when the little hand that comes with laughter tears off the head, the blood The rain fell.
The four of them were completely enveloped in this stench of mist.
"Ah, the last one, haha."
Satanah grabbed a vampire whose limbs had been broken off, and pressed her palm on the opponent's forehead, and the suppressed fire flashed away.
She dropped the charred headless body and returned to the death knell.
The one-eyed man was looking at the strange building in front of him at this time, and there was a woman in black and green clothes beside him, making the same action.
"It seems that we all guessed wrong." Su Ming inserted the big sword into the ground and let out a long breath.
"Yeah." Hela pulled the debris on the ground with her boots and looked down: "This is the world tree of the vampires."
At this time, all four of them were standing next to a tiankeng, and in the underground tiankeng was a huge tower-shaped building, cement, steel, wood, and pipes, which together formed an underground wonder.
The building stretches toward the abyss below, and the circle of victims cannot see to the bottom.
Countless humans are fixed on this huge tower, and the plastic pipes connected to the needles are pumping bright red blood out, converging into a thicker pipe, and conveying it downward.
These people are full of red fruits, as if they have fallen into an eternal dream with their eyes open, and become the "cows" of the blood race.
"I'll go over and take a look."
Su Ming confessed that the cloak took him off, then jumped over the bottomless abyss to the top of the tower, and found someone to observe it.
There is a belt around the waist, which fixes these people and leans against the spire. The needle for drawing blood is stuck on the artery of the forelimb. The blood drawing speed is not fast. Besides, there is a needle on the meridian, which is connected to the spire. This transparent injection is injected into the body.
The pipe above the head is used to supply liquid food. The food looks like corn paste or something, and there is something like a public toilet urinal under the body, which seems to discharge waste.
Su Ming stretched out his hand and shook the head of the livestock, then pulled his eyelids to check, and shook his head. He flew back to the edge of the sky hole, and there were tens of thousands of people tied to such a huge spire.
"It's not saved, the brain is destroyed, and all the thoughts are disconnected. These lives are not as good as death." He explained a few words.
The plan of the vampires seems to have been implemented much earlier. The novelist in Dracula Hunter said that the operation was not wrong. The Kindred had been performing brain surgery on these people for at least several years to save so many victims. .
Strictly speaking, humans are only guinea pigs, and the blood race will replace humans with aliens or mutants in the future.
Su Ming guessed this situation at that time. After all, experiments were needed to verify the feasibility before launching such a large-scale plan. He just didn't expect that the experiment site was actually underground in Philadelphia.
Black smoke condensed in Hela's hand, and she shook her hand aside, and a corpse of the blood family with a huge cavity in front of her chest got up, standing in front of her with green eyes.
She listened to the silent narration, and then dispelled the dead into a puddle of black dust.
"You're right, this process is irreversible." Hela has no attitude. It doesn't matter how many people on earth die, and there is no believer in the Asgardian system.
The black and yellow helmet faded like tide, strangling out a cigarette and sending it to the host's mouth. Su Ming brought the cigarette close to Palem's head to ignite.
"Sifu... how many people are there?"
"More than twenty thousand." Hela said the information she had just obtained.
"Where did the blood go?"
"They don't know, there is not even a leader among the hundreds of vampires we killed." Hela replied calmly with her arms folded.
Satan pointed to the fingertip and smiled: "Um, these people are not saved anyway, it's better..."
Even though these people have become vegetative, their souls are still in them, and you don't need to think about what the devil's daughter is going to do.
"Their souls should belong to Mephisto after death. Are you afraid to cause trouble if you intervene in this way?" Su Ming looked at her with a smile, and Satan was also greedy.
Satan started rubbing Su Ming's arm with the fat on her chest again, her face still blushing shyly.
"The three of us are allies, we can divide these souls equally. The burning skeleton next to Mephisto hates Mephisto the most, and he won't inform them. Since no one said what happened here, how did Mephisto know that we were intercepted? Where's his shit?"
"Do you still know Ji Hu? Playing mahjong?"
"New York is very popular. I heard that it was a trend brought by the rich man Stark. When there is no business in my store, some girls will also play it. If Stark comes here, don't they have a common topic? Hehe. "Satana smiled and looked at Su Ming, holding his arm shaking constantly.
"I can't save these people. It would be too painful for them to live like this. As for who the soul falls into, it doesn't make much difference to me, you and Hella."
Su Ming turned his gaze to Hela, and Satanah happily kept kissing him on the face, and she came out and wandered around. It was great that she had harvested so much food in less than ten minutes.
Hela still had that cold expression, and the black mist enveloped her: "They have no faith in Asgard, I can't take it away, it's all yours."
"Hee hee, thank you, I will call you next time if there is something good."
Satana showed a look of gratitude, but Hela didn't believe her at all.
Satan did not expect Hela to believe it, and naturally she would not ask Hela to participate in any good deeds. She just wanted to be friendly, after all, she would still use it later.
She began to chant a spell to release a wide range of black magic, and through a certain demon to release a group of soul-draining skills, the cost was borne by these domestic animals, just enough to kill them.
The people on the spire struggled, even if they were vegetative, their faces showed strong pain and fear. They spit out the tube in their mouths, and the incontinence made the toilet rushing, and the smell came on.
But soon, black smoke came out of their mouths, and the vague and translucent faces gathered together, like a thick plume of smoke twisted into one strand, and was sucked into the mouth by Satanah.
Sucking, like eating noodles.
The bodies that had lost their souls collapsed one by one, and hung on the steeple stumblingly, gradually getting colder in the winter night.
Satan's face flushed, and she groaned contentedly. The soul is power, and so much power penetrated into her body, making her reach the peak of pleasure.
Hela glanced at her disdainfully. There were only more than 20,000 souls, and only a little demon lord like Satan could see him. As the lord of the underworld with an army of billions of undeads, the two thousand souls were against Hela. It's like Thor's hammer, not worth mentioning.
The oldest and primitive way of eating souls, derived from the method of Set, is really too low in utilization, not as long as Mephisto.
Although Satana lives in the main dimension, Mephisto is actually the lord of who is most advancing with the times. I heard that he is currently making a TV show.
"Um~ah..." Satanah pressed her body to Su Ming, making a charming nasal sound, exuding the smell of female hormones all over her body: "Do you still want it..."
Su Ming smiled and pushed her towards Parham. Seeing that she was about to come into close contact with the fire of hell, she dodged a backflip.
Looking at it now, there is nothing on her little face that is immersed in the aftermath of the orgasm, she is very sober.
"Or?"
"Cut, someone who doesn't understand style." Satana turned her head and glared at Su Ming, and said disappointedly with her hands on her hips: "You and Hela are a perfect match, both are like the living dead."
"Don't get involved with me, I'm different from you." Hela turned a blind eye to the farce that happened. Physical pleasure is not worth a lot of money to her. She has lofty ideals.
Satanah pulled out her ears and returned to Su Ming disapprovingly: "Yeah, you haven't had with a man for tens of thousands of years. You are extremely pure. Oh, we seem to be the lord of hell. Does purity bring power? "
"Hehe, what power can the male thing give you? The belly gets bigger?" Hela sneered, with a hint of mockery on her face.
"Haha, you don't understand even after I said it." Satanah showed a sense of superiority in the puzzle.
"Haha, Bitch." Hela's expression was still disdainful.
Su Ming didn't pay attention to them at all. He jumped directly into the sinkhole and fell towards the dark bottom. Palem also followed him, riding a horse straight down the cliff, in a state of anti-gravity.
Only two women were left on the edge of the sinkhole, staring wide-eyed, looking very deserted.
Satana glanced at Hela, then looked down, reluctantly pulled up her overcoat and wrapped it up, covering the hill on her chest: "Is it my illusion, or are we being seen through again?"
Hela shook her head. She walked to the sinkhole and walked down the cliff: "Is it important to see through or not? You want to test his attitude towards us, his attitude is like this, we are tools in his eyes."
Satanah floated up and fell slowly next to Hela. She held her chin: "Really, it's good news for you, not for me."
The two exchanged some information while changing clothes, which was also a negotiated plan.
If the death knell showed softheartedness or sympathy for a woman, he would be taken advantage of immediately, but when the two beautiful companions quarreled, he turned his head and left.
Of course Hela is satisfied, because the last time I met with Death Knell was not a pleasant one. After he took over as the Supreme Master, Hela must look at his attitude towards himself anyway.
You don't need to be as enthusiastic as ordinary acquaintances, as long as you are not hostile~EbookFREE.me~ She feels that her attitude is just right now, not far nor near, neither cold nor hot.
The death knell holds the secret of her weakness. If it spreads out, she will be in big trouble. Tyre is not worthy of her personal trip to take the initiative, she is actually for herself.
But Satanah wanted to take advantage of it. The death knell's cold attitude definitely couldn't achieve her lofty goals. Her most proud tricks were all ineffective, and she didn't know what to do for a while.
She actually felt a trace of fear, an insecure panic lingering in her heart.
Hela walked slowly, showing a black spike for manicure as he walked: "The hammer collides with the pliers. He doesn't care at all. If the tool breaks, he can replace it with a new one. For him, we can be Replaced by others."
"Sure enough, is it a secret guest..." Satanah put her fingers around her hair.
"Mystery is just his marionette, you can just treat him as another lord, don't try any more, it's meaningless."
Hela took a deep look at Satan with a look through everything, and accelerated her pace.