There are 16 selected players in this Brave Game!
I believe everyone is already quite familiar with the competition system... After the quarterfinals of 8, the cruel knockout round will be adopted after random draws, and the 16-to-8 will be adopted by everyone's favorite...MOBA battle form
boss!We want to change the channel!This time I am not a commentator of SPW, why is it UNN's trash Donnie again!
The denim jeans with their hats lowered their brim sat behind the bar counter, and no matter how the guests in the bar shouted, they would not change their indecent posture of crossing their legs and resting them on the table.
Hey man!Don't say that... After all, he is a standard professional media person in all senses. Whoever is strong and whoever is weak is weak and whoever is weak and whoever wants to do big news every day and criticize others to gain fame and fortune for himself.
After sweeping another glass of beer, the sarcastic flat-breasted female writer made the comment as above.
However, Xu Jun and I have a consistent opinion. After all, his heavy beard and his specially trimmed hair on the forehead are really too similar to Labrador. Dogs should look like dogs in the dog house, instead of jumping onto the broadcast seat, right?
If you dare to disturb me taking a nap while watching the TV in my store, I will engrave your name before loading the bullet next time.
After spitting out Marlboro's butt, the cowboy lifted the slightly tight brim of the hat, and continued to return to his small-hearted posture after intimidation.
I'm afraid you can't sleep for long, Mr. Cowboy~
？
A pig head that was beaten to bloody was carefully placed in front of the bar photo wall. Unlike the photo wall that commemorates the past, the portrait on this wall often reads wanted on the top, and a string of numbers and an incomprehensible symbol underneath.
Finley, who did you look for Make up the numbers?
Not this time, Jesse, I found the wanted object of GIOGIO when I was looking for the old devil Diapolo...Diapolo...at least I'm worth 5000ZENI...
He threw out a pre-installed envelope, and the cowboy who was responsible for the bounty agency rarely got up as a Marine.
If you get the money, don’t rush to leave. Are you interested in the game?
The bar owner's eyes were facing the other end of the bar, and the bettors had already started to make a bet.
It's not interesting either... I just hope to see if anyone can win the end and get out of here...
It must be very difficult~ Because it is common sense, it is impossible for someone to refuse the invitation from the dean...
Humph, who knows
18:1, I bet that the team of Bulangya will be the last laugh!
7. The silver hair that picks the nose is in the top 4. Is there anyone following?
No one can do it, I will open the new team... Well, survive a round...
You're pretty optimistic about them ~
That's of course, I'm a professional commentator, okay?This situation can be understood.
This guy is called... What kind of JOJO's young man, when he comes to the battle mode, he joins two other thugs to come up and GANK to drop teammates from other groups, rush into the river to grab talismans, harvest the heads of the opponent and then dirty the teammates' line, and develops quickly... he is obviously good at playing.
How much will you pay if you open the market and open 1?
That's it...
You are all professional commentators, do you dare to make a judgment?1 compensation 3!Bet or not...
Let me think about it again...
Poisonous worm!You coward!A turtle shrunk!
The rest of the people on the gambling table were crazy about the fire, just to make this mimicry worm poisonous and open, making a fortune in vain.
How could they win seniors like those who are poor and innocent?
Bet!
OH, YEAH!It's been a waste of money again.
If it weren't for the commission from this group of noisy gambling dogs, the cowboy would have wanted to fire a flash bullet and then shoot the head one by one, and then kill the one with a little strength.
That, Echizen... We seem to have drawn a team of new players this time...
The tennis cap was covered with a simple blue and white training shirt, and the corners were even worn out, and the short man who was resting by the motorcycle refused to respond.
Forget it, East Asia.He is still so lazy... Let's study our opponents ourselves.
The MADO-like wrinkled clothes and messy hairstyles, the man who spoke could tell that he was not full of energy, but just an uncle wearing supervision clothes.
Well, there's nothing I can do...
The yellow-haired young man with a sharp eyebrows and a sharp mouth was not easy to get along with in terms of face. Instead, he spoke in a very opposite gentle manner and analyzed softly.
The randomly arrived project is...BO1...3V3 basketball rules.First, you will win with a full 21 points... It's a very accidental game... The number of props is limited: 3... Vicious damage is prohibited.
Most of them are no different from the previous sports competition rules... The limit on the number of props is indeed very unfavorable to our seniors, and even though the data analysis obtained from the MOBA games, the average physical fitness of the opponent is comparable to ours, the player code-named Dog is extremely agile.
Yes, the main thing should be to take advantage of the experience and...
Get up and pat your waist and shoulders. The tennis boy walked into the arena coldly and said: Two, let's go in and analyze... If you are more than 5 minutes late, you will be directly judged to be lost~
The virtual body quickly changed into the red and blue uniforms of both sides, and a coin quickly jumped out of the bright floor. The smart referee acted as the smart weapon referee to Echizen for the first attack.
The tennis boy's ball control ability is obviously beyond the imagination of the jj who is a guard. A regular front-end crssver directly took off and broke through quickly. A phantom slides out on the floor that is bright enough to reflect the figure. Andrew, who was in time, wanted to push his back from the side and stretched out his left arm to prevent him from making a layup easily. However, Ekimae's flexible false shaking and reversed his body and hooked his hand...
1：0
Ball rights conversion.
Mom's butt Ah... Fortunately, it's not the rule of playing wild balls.I felt like I was giving the opponent's short short space to hold the ball, and the other two didn't move and we were blown up...
When Zhou was in his inner OS, Andrew was thinking about whether the other party could use props...
I didn't notice the violent fluctuations in my consciousness, and the other party was just playing on the normal side... He actively reached out to ask for the right to kick the ball, Mika Kotoki smiled slightly and spoke out:
Actually, as I said at the beginning, I understand basketball a little bit...so... I assure both of you that I can't lose this game.
As I complained before, your basketball experience will not come from the loli ball club or the black basketball team~ I have seen a slam dunk... Hum?
The opponent...is not right...
Echizen saw that the Chinese young man who was almost as short as him changed his expression in his words, and an ominous premonition arose.
Andrew faked it out...V-cut!After taking the ball from the bird, Mika from the bird quickly moved on, trying to get rid of Dahai who was following her guard, and intending to catch the ball...
Too obvious intention!And you're running too slowly!
The uncle followed closely and suddenly realized that the girl seemed to be running too close to the side of jj... Could it be that!
Zhou used the birdie cover to escape Dojiudi's yellow-haired pressing. Because the angle of Dahai's pounce was exactly at a right angle to his pulling to the outside, he calmly got Andrew's pass from outside the three-point line and dropped the air.
At the same time, the bird also entered the three-second zone!!!
Sorry, our jumper team is going to play girly basketball today.
The ball fell by hand...1:2, the Red Team won a goal.
The tactic the opponent used just now was Screen Away anti-screen... but he didn't choose to cut in...
Not easy to deal with
Intuition tells Huangmao that all this is the cause of the radio wave girl who looks like a oubaby, and he has to rekindle the competitive blood when playing in Lycans...
Things that are already dead... cannot be killed.
Durahan's abdomen had a penetrating injury on the back. Without thinking, he could understand what the situation would be if this injury occurred to humans.
oh?
The white light on the strange sickle blade was soft, inserted on Isis's veil, nailing half of the god's head to death, but... it obviously failed to stop her from simulating the function of vocal cords to make sounds.
The collection of the old rationality of human consciousness in Europa... Jewish... is drawing the stream of consciousness from the sea of consciousness and showing energy in the mortal world, and launching unremitting charges against the queen in the conceptual field through the knights who have been preserved to the modern era in the Middle Ages.
Is this the only level after all?If you are a natural voter... Maybe in the duel of life for life, I have already lost.
The bronze barefoot was wiped with the pitch-black soil, but it was not stained with any dirt. The sickle let the head cut in half. The Egyptian goddess, who had recovered quickly, showed off the scepter of the power of fertility. The intertwined color of gold and black hit Durakan's back in reverse, and the vigorous explosive force escaped from the gap of the law of mass-energy transformation.
Since you, as a medium, have already died, killing you will naturally not violate the concept of reproduction.Of course, you have not yet died yet, thanks to the alchemist who made your extraordinary skills... and the world limit of the earth's will to the transformation of the mass energy, otherwise... the power of several times the hydrogen bomb will arrive here, and it is difficult for Jevah and Alaya consciousness to be favored at the same time...
With so much nonsense, you are becoming more and more like a mortal, Isis.
The clarification sequence walked forward quietly, meaninglessly in front of the Venerable with endless energy reserves. As long as she thought, Isis's speed limit became calculated in Mach after converting it into kinetic energy.
Probably the only limit is maximum power~
Thinking of this, the custodian who has been living in humans for a long time stared at his fellow humans and said tactfully:
Have you ever thought about it?Where did our Miss LEVY go when Durahan rides alone and fights you in a big battle?
He hesitated slightly when his eyebrows were cloned, and his mind gradually arises.
That's right, in order to influence the world, the concept of unattainable becomes more and more like a mortal after entering into the involvement of interests and intrigue.
One and a half weeks ago
Actually...Dog, your analysis is good.It has been a week and a half since we dropped the demon den. I have been observing new disappearances and supernatural events, and their frequency of occurrence has increased by more than half year-on-year.Also, the casting material found in the club's safe that day contained a batch of rare herbs... The result I took it to identify was Chaos Stem.
Is the blood sacrifice summoned with a scale of more than a thousand people?Abyss or hell?
The gloomy face was relieved, and Andrew rubbed his temples, half comforting and half helplessly: I hope LEVY can get some valuable information from her channels.
……
In fact, the pagans and I are not in contact... They are just scattered soldiers and brave men who pursue mysterious power. The reason why I am willing to respond to their needs is mainly because I found some scattered spiritual breath in my territory.
Russellak, sitting on the bed, regained his peace as a lord and stated his discoveries from an objective perspective:
You know...the product of spiritual breath...the Easterners who have not received the gospel of Christ are more likely to be produced after death, which gives them more potential in spiritual practice during their lifetime.And since there are so many that it can pass through the Wheeler foam wall, there must be... in reality... You know... I trace the root of this, just to see who is doing it... Can I still get a share of the pie...
at the moment
In order to introduce the concept, which is more abstract than the abyss hell, into the world from that dimension, the blood sacrifice ceremony here has become fragmented in consciousness and soul, which is why the three little ghosts are easily shaken away from the sea of consciousness.
Still wearing a simple or even broken patient outfit, Russellak commented on his thoughts in an objective tone.
As a devil, I only have a level of understanding of concepts, matter, energy and consciousness...so...even if I reveal my true body in this unknown space and use all my strength, I may not be the opponent of the monster.
A few minutes ago, when I was boxing another custodian, I took advantage of the situation and activated my ability... I stole some information she wanted to convey to me... I was so cunning~ That little slutty~
The incarnation of concepts...there is no real name or soul...What have you seen?
I found nothing, and just analyzed the method she came up with was feasible.
When he read the solemn freehand painting on Levi's face, the devil lord, who was self-reliant, could not help but look surprised and excited.
You're crazy!!!LEVY!Didn’t you say: I was born to hate the products of our soul maggots, including myself.
You should be happy...
No, I'm...
Shut up, boy, listen to me.Wait a minute, do what you want...
With her arms twisted the container's head, the female demon hunter's eyes looked straight at Ruthelak, and then she gave her the ultimate kiss as a human being, and the Devil Lord stopped his rebuttal.
As soon as the leather jacket was thrown, half of the arm was barely growing.
The gun was four broken, and the number of straps slowly broke into the soil.
The ponytail's hair ring burned out in the blue flame.
It radiates randomly and floats in the night breeze.
I know that I am not a good person.
When I was adopted by my parents in Kentucky in the United States, as the only Chinese girl in the class, when facing bullying, I would use more radical means to bully in reverse and ask those little boys to know if they have eggs under them are soft.
Meals that are not worth the price, clothing that is not worth the price…I only pay what I think is fair.
If the bassist in the school band dares to cheat and pick up girls by using his identity, I will be ordered to perform "Anther One Bites The Dust" and ruthlessly bombard it in public.
When the incompetent sheriff shows off his power from the street, I will also sneer at this conservative southerner whose minds remained two centuries ago...Even adults and children dare not offend their power lightly.
Yes, I am a woman who is insoluble in stagnant water.
Until that night I ran into the sheriff's dirty policeman picking up the goods at the 60 cents bar, my fate should be in punk costumes and yelling retro rock, for offending a garbage man who was as trash as me died in a 2nd Amendment-protected country.
But, I'm not.
Because I have some talents that ordinary people do not have, I survived from those shameless notes.
At that time, my ability was not as obvious as it was eight years later, so I was only extremely physically outstanding, and occasionally set fire to read other people's emotions.
The above abilities helped me break the single-player scoring record in almost all ball events in high school, don’t have to buy a lighter, and avoid being cheated by some hypocritical bitches in the sisters.
But that day, the moment my left lung lobe was penetrated, it woke up, took over my body, and killed 2 adult men with guns without restraint.
With all the evidence against me and the state court assigned a nine-rate lawyer and was abandoned by my parents, the association came forward to mediate, and only let me stay in Fox River Prison for a year and a half before releasing my new identity, and went to the old eastern town of Gotham to take charge of the supernatural incident.
Those two years of ups and downs and controversial careers, their bad personality and difficult self-control qualities made my opinions divided into two groups:
1 Contain, release and use at the right time.
2 Send experienced demon hunters to control, monitor and teach.
YEP, the upper class ultimately valued my spiritual talents, and the senior who taught me was Wang Wu.
However, now, the old man is dead.
I could feel... the beast that had fought with me for many years began to grow a unique roar again...
It was so calm that it was not like a demon, and it seemed that it wasn't a demon at first.
It has its past and is also eager for a future without hope and possibility just like me.
So, should we transform into demons for our current situation?
My colleagues are in danger of death at any time, and their companions who are not demon hunters are also fighting for our cause.
I think my bad humanity is not as precious as their life.
so……
There is no regret to be eaten, right ~
In a trance, LEVY remembered a song when she forgot human nature, a rock song by Bob Dylan, which she led.
Mama，take this badge ff f me
Mom, take off my police badge
I can't use it anymre
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin'dark，t dark t see
Everything is getting dark, so dark that I can't see anything
feels like I'm knckin'n heaven's dr
I feel like I'm knocking on the door of heaven
Mama，put my guns in the grund
Mom, put my gun on the ground
I can't sht them anymre
I can't shoot with them anymore
That lng black clud is cmin'dwn
Long black clouds are falling
feels like I'm knckin'n heaven's dr
I feel like I'm knocking on the door to heaven
Knckin'On Heaven's DrBb Dylan
Everything fits well, except that what I want to open at this moment is the door of hell.
The human consciousness that was swallowed in an instant was converted into a demonic form, just like the center of a computing system. The Blue Feather Sagittarius activated the ability of soul communication, and led one into the real world with the way of spiritual breathing, and cooperated with the leader of the Devil Lord Ruthelak to launch a desperate charge towards Isis.
Kill her and scrape the soul in her body!!!
I believe everyone is already quite familiar with the competition system... After the quarterfinals of 8, the cruel knockout round will be adopted after random draws, and the 16-to-8 will be adopted by everyone's favorite...MOBA battle form
boss!We want to change the channel!This time I am not a commentator of SPW, why is it UNN's trash Donnie again!
The denim jeans with their hats lowered their brim sat behind the bar counter, and no matter how the guests in the bar shouted, they would not change their indecent posture of crossing their legs and resting them on the table.
Hey man!Don't say that... After all, he is a standard professional media person in all senses. Whoever is strong and whoever is weak is weak and whoever is weak and whoever wants to do big news every day and criticize others to gain fame and fortune for himself.
After sweeping another glass of beer, the sarcastic flat-breasted female writer made the comment as above.
However, Xu Jun and I have a consistent opinion. After all, his heavy beard and his specially trimmed hair on the forehead are really too similar to Labrador. Dogs should look like dogs in the dog house, instead of jumping onto the broadcast seat, right?
If you dare to disturb me taking a nap while watching the TV in my store, I will engrave your name before loading the bullet next time.
After spitting out Marlboro's butt, the cowboy lifted the slightly tight brim of the hat, and continued to return to his small-hearted posture after intimidation.
I'm afraid you can't sleep for long, Mr. Cowboy~
？
A pig head that was beaten to bloody was carefully placed in front of the bar photo wall. Unlike the photo wall that commemorates the past, the portrait on this wall often reads wanted on the top, and a string of numbers and an incomprehensible symbol underneath.
Finley, who did you look for Make up the numbers?
Not this time, Jesse, I found the wanted object of GIOGIO when I was looking for the old devil Diapolo...Diapolo...at least I'm worth 5000ZENI...
He threw out a pre-installed envelope, and the cowboy who was responsible for the bounty agency rarely got up as a Marine.
If you get the money, don’t rush to leave. Are you interested in the game?
The bar owner's eyes were facing the other end of the bar, and the bettors had already started to make a bet.
It's not interesting either... I just hope to see if anyone can win the end and get out of here...
It must be very difficult~ Because it is common sense, it is impossible for someone to refuse the invitation from the dean...
Humph, who knows
18:1, I bet that the team of Bulangya will be the last laugh!
7. The silver hair that picks the nose is in the top 4. Is there anyone following?
No one can do it, I will open the new team... Well, survive a round...
You're pretty optimistic about them ~
That's of course, I'm a professional commentator, okay?This situation can be understood.
This guy is called... What kind of JOJO's young man, when he comes to the battle mode, he joins two other thugs to come up and GANK to drop teammates from other groups, rush into the river to grab talismans, harvest the heads of the opponent and then dirty the teammates' line, and develops quickly... he is obviously good at playing.
How much will you pay if you open the market and open 1?
That's it...
You are all professional commentators, do you dare to make a judgment?1 compensation 3!Bet or not...
Let me think about it again...
Poisonous worm!You coward!A turtle shrunk!
The rest of the people on the gambling table were crazy about the fire, just to make this mimicry worm poisonous and open, making a fortune in vain.
How could they win seniors like those who are poor and innocent?
Bet!
OH, YEAH!It's been a waste of money again.
If it weren't for the commission from this group of noisy gambling dogs, the cowboy would have wanted to fire a flash bullet and then shoot the head one by one, and then kill the one with a little strength.
That, Echizen... We seem to have drawn a team of new players this time...
The tennis cap was covered with a simple blue and white training shirt, and the corners were even worn out, and the short man who was resting by the motorcycle refused to respond.
Forget it, East Asia.He is still so lazy... Let's study our opponents ourselves.
The MADO-like wrinkled clothes and messy hairstyles, the man who spoke could tell that he was not full of energy, but just an uncle wearing supervision clothes.
Well, there's nothing I can do...
The yellow-haired young man with a sharp eyebrows and a sharp mouth was not easy to get along with in terms of face. Instead, he spoke in a very opposite gentle manner and analyzed softly.
The randomly arrived project is...BO1...3V3 basketball rules.First, you will win with a full 21 points... It's a very accidental game... The number of props is limited: 3... Vicious damage is prohibited.
Most of them are no different from the previous sports competition rules... The limit on the number of props is indeed very unfavorable to our seniors, and even though the data analysis obtained from the MOBA games, the average physical fitness of the opponent is comparable to ours, the player code-named Dog is extremely agile.
Yes, the main thing should be to take advantage of the experience and...
Get up and pat your waist and shoulders. The tennis boy walked into the arena coldly and said: Two, let's go in and analyze... If you are more than 5 minutes late, you will be directly judged to be lost~
The virtual body quickly changed into the red and blue uniforms of both sides, and a coin quickly jumped out of the bright floor. The smart referee acted as the smart weapon referee to Echizen for the first attack.
The tennis boy's ball control ability is obviously beyond the imagination of the jj who is a guard. A regular front-end crssver directly took off and broke through quickly. A phantom slides out on the floor that is bright enough to reflect the figure. Andrew, who was in time, wanted to push his back from the side and stretched out his left arm to prevent him from making a layup easily. However, Ekimae's flexible false shaking and reversed his body and hooked his hand...
1：0
Ball rights conversion.
Mom's butt Ah... Fortunately, it's not the rule of playing wild balls.I felt like I was giving the opponent's short short space to hold the ball, and the other two didn't move and we were blown up...
When Zhou was in his inner OS, Andrew was thinking about whether the other party could use props...
I didn't notice the violent fluctuations in my consciousness, and the other party was just playing on the normal side... He actively reached out to ask for the right to kick the ball, Mika Kotoki smiled slightly and spoke out:
Actually, as I said at the beginning, I understand basketball a little bit...so... I assure both of you that I can't lose this game.
As I complained before, your basketball experience will not come from the loli ball club or the black basketball team~ I have seen a slam dunk... Hum?
The opponent...is not right...
Echizen saw that the Chinese young man who was almost as short as him changed his expression in his words, and an ominous premonition arose.
Andrew faked it out...V-cut!After taking the ball from the bird, Mika from the bird quickly moved on, trying to get rid of Dahai who was following her guard, and intending to catch the ball...
Too obvious intention!And you're running too slowly!
The uncle followed closely and suddenly realized that the girl seemed to be running too close to the side of jj... Could it be that!
Zhou used the birdie cover to escape Dojiudi's yellow-haired pressing. Because the angle of Dahai's pounce was exactly at a right angle to his pulling to the outside, he calmly got Andrew's pass from outside the three-point line and dropped the air.
At the same time, the bird also entered the three-second zone!!!
Sorry, our jumper team is going to play girly basketball today.
The ball fell by hand...1:2, the Red Team won a goal.
The tactic the opponent used just now was Screen Away anti-screen... but he didn't choose to cut in...
Not easy to deal with
Intuition tells Huangmao that all this is the cause of the radio wave girl who looks like a oubaby, and he has to rekindle the competitive blood when playing in Lycans...
Things that are already dead... cannot be killed.
Durahan's abdomen had a penetrating injury on the back. Without thinking, he could understand what the situation would be if this injury occurred to humans.
oh?
The white light on the strange sickle blade was soft, inserted on Isis's veil, nailing half of the god's head to death, but... it obviously failed to stop her from simulating the function of vocal cords to make sounds.
The collection of the old rationality of human consciousness in Europa... Jewish... is drawing the stream of consciousness from the sea of consciousness and showing energy in the mortal world, and launching unremitting charges against the queen in the conceptual field through the knights who have been preserved to the modern era in the Middle Ages.
Is this the only level after all?If you are a natural voter... Maybe in the duel of life for life, I have already lost.
The bronze barefoot was wiped with the pitch-black soil, but it was not stained with any dirt. The sickle let the head cut in half. The Egyptian goddess, who had recovered quickly, showed off the scepter of the power of fertility. The intertwined color of gold and black hit Durakan's back in reverse, and the vigorous explosive force escaped from the gap of the law of mass-energy transformation.
Since you, as a medium, have already died, killing you will naturally not violate the concept of reproduction.Of course, you have not yet died yet, thanks to the alchemist who made your extraordinary skills... and the world limit of the earth's will to the transformation of the mass energy, otherwise... the power of several times the hydrogen bomb will arrive here, and it is difficult for Jevah and Alaya consciousness to be favored at the same time...
With so much nonsense, you are becoming more and more like a mortal, Isis.
The clarification sequence walked forward quietly, meaninglessly in front of the Venerable with endless energy reserves. As long as she thought, Isis's speed limit became calculated in Mach after converting it into kinetic energy.
Probably the only limit is maximum power~
Thinking of this, the custodian who has been living in humans for a long time stared at his fellow humans and said tactfully:
Have you ever thought about it?Where did our Miss LEVY go when Durahan rides alone and fights you in a big battle?
He hesitated slightly when his eyebrows were cloned, and his mind gradually arises.
That's right, in order to influence the world, the concept of unattainable becomes more and more like a mortal after entering into the involvement of interests and intrigue.
One and a half weeks ago
Actually...Dog, your analysis is good.It has been a week and a half since we dropped the demon den. I have been observing new disappearances and supernatural events, and their frequency of occurrence has increased by more than half year-on-year.Also, the casting material found in the club's safe that day contained a batch of rare herbs... The result I took it to identify was Chaos Stem.
Is the blood sacrifice summoned with a scale of more than a thousand people?Abyss or hell?
The gloomy face was relieved, and Andrew rubbed his temples, half comforting and half helplessly: I hope LEVY can get some valuable information from her channels.
……
In fact, the pagans and I are not in contact... They are just scattered soldiers and brave men who pursue mysterious power. The reason why I am willing to respond to their needs is mainly because I found some scattered spiritual breath in my territory.
Russellak, sitting on the bed, regained his peace as a lord and stated his discoveries from an objective perspective:
You know...the product of spiritual breath...the Easterners who have not received the gospel of Christ are more likely to be produced after death, which gives them more potential in spiritual practice during their lifetime.And since there are so many that it can pass through the Wheeler foam wall, there must be... in reality... You know... I trace the root of this, just to see who is doing it... Can I still get a share of the pie...
at the moment
In order to introduce the concept, which is more abstract than the abyss hell, into the world from that dimension, the blood sacrifice ceremony here has become fragmented in consciousness and soul, which is why the three little ghosts are easily shaken away from the sea of consciousness.
Still wearing a simple or even broken patient outfit, Russellak commented on his thoughts in an objective tone.
As a devil, I only have a level of understanding of concepts, matter, energy and consciousness...so...even if I reveal my true body in this unknown space and use all my strength, I may not be the opponent of the monster.
A few minutes ago, when I was boxing another custodian, I took advantage of the situation and activated my ability... I stole some information she wanted to convey to me... I was so cunning~ That little slutty~
The incarnation of concepts...there is no real name or soul...What have you seen?
I found nothing, and just analyzed the method she came up with was feasible.
When he read the solemn freehand painting on Levi's face, the devil lord, who was self-reliant, could not help but look surprised and excited.
You're crazy!!!LEVY!Didn’t you say: I was born to hate the products of our soul maggots, including myself.
You should be happy...
No, I'm...
Shut up, boy, listen to me.Wait a minute, do what you want...
With her arms twisted the container's head, the female demon hunter's eyes looked straight at Ruthelak, and then she gave her the ultimate kiss as a human being, and the Devil Lord stopped his rebuttal.
As soon as the leather jacket was thrown, half of the arm was barely growing.
The gun was four broken, and the number of straps slowly broke into the soil.
The ponytail's hair ring burned out in the blue flame.
It radiates randomly and floats in the night breeze.
I know that I am not a good person.
When I was adopted by my parents in Kentucky in the United States, as the only Chinese girl in the class, when facing bullying, I would use more radical means to bully in reverse and ask those little boys to know if they have eggs under them are soft.
Meals that are not worth the price, clothing that is not worth the price…I only pay what I think is fair.
If the bassist in the school band dares to cheat and pick up girls by using his identity, I will be ordered to perform "Anther One Bites The Dust" and ruthlessly bombard it in public.
When the incompetent sheriff shows off his power from the street, I will also sneer at this conservative southerner whose minds remained two centuries ago...Even adults and children dare not offend their power lightly.
Yes, I am a woman who is insoluble in stagnant water.
Until that night I ran into the sheriff's dirty policeman picking up the goods at the 60 cents bar, my fate should be in punk costumes and yelling retro rock, for offending a garbage man who was as trash as me died in a 2nd Amendment-protected country.
But, I'm not.
Because I have some talents that ordinary people do not have, I survived from those shameless notes.
At that time, my ability was not as obvious as it was eight years later, so I was only extremely physically outstanding, and occasionally set fire to read other people's emotions.
The above abilities helped me break the single-player scoring record in almost all ball events in high school, don’t have to buy a lighter, and avoid being cheated by some hypocritical bitches in the sisters.
But that day, the moment my left lung lobe was penetrated, it woke up, took over my body, and killed 2 adult men with guns without restraint.
With all the evidence against me and the state court assigned a nine-rate lawyer and was abandoned by my parents, the association came forward to mediate, and only let me stay in Fox River Prison for a year and a half before releasing my new identity, and went to the old eastern town of Gotham to take charge of the supernatural incident.
Those two years of ups and downs and controversial careers, their bad personality and difficult self-control qualities made my opinions divided into two groups:
1 Contain, release and use at the right time.
2 Send experienced demon hunters to control, monitor and teach.
YEP, the upper class ultimately valued my spiritual talents, and the senior who taught me was Wang Wu.
However, now, the old man is dead.
I could feel... the beast that had fought with me for many years began to grow a unique roar again...
It was so calm that it was not like a demon, and it seemed that it wasn't a demon at first.
It has its past and is also eager for a future without hope and possibility just like me.
So, should we transform into demons for our current situation?
My colleagues are in danger of death at any time, and their companions who are not demon hunters are also fighting for our cause.
I think my bad humanity is not as precious as their life.
so……
There is no regret to be eaten, right ~
In a trance, LEVY remembered a song when she forgot human nature, a rock song by Bob Dylan, which she led.
Mama，take this badge ff f me
Mom, take off my police badge
I can't use it anymre
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin'dark，t dark t see
Everything is getting dark, so dark that I can't see anything
feels like I'm knckin'n heaven's dr
I feel like I'm knocking on the door of heaven
Mama，put my guns in the grund
Mom, put my gun on the ground
I can't sht them anymre
I can't shoot with them anymore
That lng black clud is cmin'dwn
Long black clouds are falling
feels like I'm knckin'n heaven's dr
I feel like I'm knocking on the door to heaven
Knckin'On Heaven's DrBb Dylan
Everything fits well, except that what I want to open at this moment is the door of hell.
The human consciousness that was swallowed in an instant was converted into a demonic form, just like the center of a computing system. The Blue Feather Sagittarius activated the ability of soul communication, and led one into the real world with the way of spiritual breathing, and cooperated with the leader of the Devil Lord Ruthelak to launch a desperate charge towards Isis.
Kill her and scrape the soul in her body!!!
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