Chapter 225
A large amount of black and red smoke spewed out from the monster's body.
Spread to all directions.
The dark shadow cast by the moonlight bared its fangs and claws like a huge beast. A pair of red eyes could be seen in the black smoke, filled with brutal and murderous aura.
Lu Daju's sanity was burned by anger. Driven by rage and murderous desire, he irrationally absorbed a lot of negative energy from the outside world for the first time.
Fear, resentment, unwillingness, death, and despair are all the remaining resentments of the people who were slaughtered here. They remain here and linger here. It is as if they have found a container, and they rush into Lu Daju's body, which is already drained of energy.
He was originally the negative energy cut out by Rong Zhou, and Rong Zhou filtered out those emotions like impurities, only giving him the purest energy. So it was the first time that Lu Daju realized that energy mixed with various emotions was such a disgusting thing.
His black cat form was impacted by these invisible energies, his fur was torn and broken, leaving cracks that emitted black smoke, and his spine made crisp sounds like firecrackers.
"Monster! □□ monster|" The small island country is a ridiculous place of rebirth. People can immediately imagine the absurd and bizarre stories of their country. The first soldier who discovered it shouted in bird language in fear.
The soldiers, attracted by his voice, also looked over there. Something completely beyond the factory frightened them so much that they shouted in alarm: "What is that? Oh, Emperor bless you."
"Bakayalu, what are you making such a fuss about!" A sergeant who was woken up came out of the thatched house they had occupied with his trousers in his hand, and scolded his soldiers for shouting nonsense: "What monsters are you? Don't disturb Commander Jingtian!" If these men made such a fuss and woke up the commander, no one would end up well.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to teach the subordinate who shouted the loudest a lesson, he saw a strange thing, a beast bigger than a truck, emitting black and red smoke, and with blood-red eyes like light bulbs, looking at them.
The sergeant couldn't help but shout out: "Monster...monster!?"
His words "sweating" must have triggered some condition. The big black monster opened its ferocious bloody mouth, and suddenly scared the stunned sergeant awake: "Shoot, shoot!" The sergeant's roar changed its tone.
The frightened soldiers finally remembered to resist and raised their Type 38 rifles, firing at the monster indiscriminately.
The bullets only created ripples of black smoke when they passed through, and were unable to cause any damage to the beast-like figure. The unknown was the most terrifying thing. They had no idea how to deal with this legendary creature that suddenly appeared.
The noise startled all the rubbish in the mud houses, including the big-bellied officer named Jingtian: "What the hell is that?!"
This caused another round of shouting. They watched as the smoking monster grew bigger and bigger. The monster's body seemed to be stretched apart by something from the inside. There were more and more blood-red cracks and black smoke was spreading everywhere.
"Roar!" The monster's roar was silent. This roar was not heard with the ears, but was a sense of touch. This roar formed a strong wind, blowing the helmet on the campfire to the ground with a clanging sound.
All the Japanese soldiers held their heads and could not open their eyes, and the shooting stopped.
After the gust of wind passed, they looked there again and saw a man standing there. His brown skin was cracked with red cuts, but no blood was flowing out. His red hair was like a blazing flame, spinning in the wind.
The monster opened his eyes, blood-red eyes like a demon. He was looking at them, he...
The next second, the figure disappeared, and the soldier standing in the front saw only a blade with a cold glow like the moon, suddenly appearing and falling from the sky.
The other soldiers only saw the human form transformed by the monster suddenly disappear like a ghost, and then suddenly appear, with the two scimitars in their hands gently slashing from top to bottom.
The soldier standing on the outermost side was still waving his hands habitually when his body split into two halves, each moving in a different direction as his hands continued to move.
Then blood splattered and internal organs flowed out, the legs and hands were still moving, and the eyeballs moved with the flash of cold light.
Everyone's reaction was a second slow, pausing until screaming, and another person's head flew into the sky, and the headless body even moved backwards.
The massacre was a one-sided massacre, just like they massacred unarmed civilians, and they were even worse than those civilians.
The monster bit off a head one second, and in the blink of an eye it was behind another person, with its limbs cut off from the body.
The monster's methods became more and more cruel, from killing with one blow at the beginning to unilateral slaughter.
Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha, kill, why not kill, die, all die.
The man's laughter became louder and louder, more and more crazy. When they found that the hot weapons in their hands were completely useless, many people had already retreated. Seeing his crazy laughter now, even more soldiers scattered and ran in all directions.
"Bakayaro, you are soldiers of the empire. Anyone who runs away will die!" Jingtian drew the samurai sword from his waist, drove the soldiers around him forward, and he himself took the opportunity to retreat.
Soon he discovered a despairing fact: none of the soldiers who fled in all directions had escaped at all.
Those who run the fastest are often the first to be killed by the monster. No matter how far the distance is, the ghostly figure will disappear and reappear, and will be behind that person, silently slitting the person's neck, or directly splitting the person in half. The worst ones are those who are cut in half, and they cannot die for a while. When they fall to the ground, they find that their bodies have been broken into two sections.
The desperate howls were like a barrier, covering the two teams of Japanese soldiers in the village where they had massacred them.
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It was a rare opportunity to have some peace and quiet, so Rong Zhou used a book by Sherbatsky (The Logic of Buddhism) to silence the big monk, and then he stole half a day of leisurely talk on the recliner.
He put the juicy fruit aside, took a sip of the palm-sized purple clay teapot in his hand, and the time passed in a daze, as if it had been like this for countless years.
When my thoughts drift away, I feel like my heart is being grabbed hard, as if something is being cut off.
The teapot in his hand slipped out of his hand and hit the ground, making a crisp sound, which scared the butler beside him.
"Master... Master?" Wen Zhezhi looked at Rong Zhou worriedly: "What's wrong, Master?"
Rong Zhou clutched his shirt at his chest, his heart pounding furiously. "...?" Did something happen to him? Daju?
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