Chapter 3525

In order not to destroy the building, Su Ming is more restrained. Instead of using the means of space cutting, he plans to hang the enemy first, and then carve it carefully with a lightsaber.

The black tentacles of the symbiont gushed out of the host's body as if they were an explosion, and jumped at the enemy who was still squatting on the throne with the posture of mountain roaring and tsunami. The strangulation has aimed at the other party's limbs and tail for capture.

As long as it touches a little edge, the nano level tiny tentacles will go deep into each other's body, control each cell, turn the enemy into a blinking puppet and watch himself die.

However, although the blood king was seriously injured in the previous air raid, it also gave him a reminder in disguise. He has always been vigilant.

Although he is using the ability of crystal ball to heal himself, at the same time, he has been paying attention to the entrance of the floor gate, waiting for a positive confrontation with the enemy.

He is a madman, he knows it himself, but there is another identity he will not forget. He is the son of King Arthur and a knight. Although what he pursues is not glory or national prosperity, but to bring pain to others, he also has his own faith.

So when the hanging attack was launched, the soldier immediately used a magic, and then the figure shook in the air and disappeared with a pop.

One tentacle fell to the ground and hung on the throne.

"Want to escape?"

The secret guest immediately cast a counter attack. She summoned the dark energy to block the windows and doors of the floor, and then strengthened the walls.

"Don't worry, the blood King won't escape." Su Ming made a sound to signal her not to be nervous. He popped up a lightsaber in his own hand and slowly walked towards the red bone throne: "the blood king is a king, and the king has his own dignity. He is the descendant of the knight king, and it is absolutely impossible to escape."

What is the ultimate goal of the blood king?

He wants to destroy the dark tower and let the multi universe die with him. Will such a person be afraid of death? It's better to say that what he pursues is death.

As soon as the voice fell, a strange English question echoed in the corridor:

"You're not the gun man. The gun man can't know those things. You're very special. Who are you?"

"Hello, blood king, maybe this greeting came a little late." Su Ming walked slowly. The hanging flowed back to the soles of his feet like a liquid. There was sunshine in the broken hole of the blood red cloud outside the window, but the red light was more bright: "you can call me the death knell, an outsider, a kind-hearted person to solve the problems you face. In addition, I'm just an ordinary person."

As soon as these words came out, the corridor seemed to be quiet. Even the wind outside the window seemed to disappear. The blood king didn't seem to know how to respond in a short time.

After stumbling for a few seconds, the voice like "Death Metal Black voice" sounded again: "I've seen ordinary people, but you're definitely not. Stop your steps, man, what do you want?"

"I want to end the cycle. I want to help you free, blood king. You may or may not know what I'm talking about, but think about it carefully. In the depths of your memory, there should be thousands of times of pleasure in facing death."

Su Ming came to the throne and patted the giant animal skull as an armrest:

"Merlin may be able to wash away your memory of death again and again, but he can only share your pleasure and fun, but he can't take it all away. So, remember, and then, can you come out and let me kill you with a sword? Next, I have to find the dark manifestation."

This time, the silence was longer.

"Cycle... Originally, I remember that kind of pleasure. Yes, the ease and relief after the bullet passed through my head. My happiness comes from the end of pain. I just live like pain... Murderer... Yes, a gun man named Roland."

At first, the blood King seemed to suddenly realize, but then his voice hesitated and gave a negative answer:

"No, you can't do it. You can't change everyone's destiny. We all have our own 'cards' and' karma '. You can't get rid of the arrangement of fate."

"Well said, the king who doesn't know his real name, but did I tell you that I have a name called Su Ming? Hehe, you may not understand the homophonic stem, but at least you can understand that this is an interesting thing? At least let me try. Since you remember Roland, you let him try thousands of times. What if you let me try once?"

The death knell calmly suggested that the other party come and die. He even took out a bottle of wine, poured himself a cup first, and put another cup on the armrest of the throne.

There were fine dust particles floating in the air, and the melted blood of the corpses in the corridor would stick them to the ground. There was a disorderly sound of footsteps in the stairwell. The secret guest immediately turned his head to block the door, which should be caught up by the undead and disabled soldiers outside.

"My deputy, supreme agent Walter, escaped. Your previous attack seriously injured me, but it had no impact on him. I realized it was wrong at that time." The blood King's thick voice gave out an inappropriate sigh, and then there was an asthmatic cough: "he is the embodiment of Merlin. He betrayed me, didn't he?"

"Well, strictly speaking, he betrayed King Arthur. As for you..." As the bell spoke, he stretched out his little thumb and pinched the tip of a finger with his thumb, indicating that the blood king could only be regarded as "this".

Merlin regards him as a puppet, or a tool for fun. At the high end, it is a plot editor with tragedies.

But not people.

"I see. I can let you kill me, but you need to promise me a condition." The blood King spoke more and more smoothly. He no longer hesitated and was full of the determination of the king, or he didn't seem to have fear at all.

"Tell me, just don't let me let you die." Su Ming told a joke and laughed first.

A blood red figure appeared on the throne. In front of the death knell, the skinned freak sat steadily on his throne as if he had not gone anywhere.

He looked at the space above the red cloud outside the window and the twinkling stars outside the triangular hole. With his bloody sharp claws, he picked up another wine glass that had been placed on the armrest, opened his deformed mouth full of sharp teeth and poured the wine into his throat.

"Ah, good wine. It's really good wine. I seem to have tasted it. I just remembered it a long time ago. At that time, my sad father was still alive."

The blood King grabbed six crystal balls and pressed them one by one in the bone depression of the armrest of the throne, which was as easy as exchanging a row of watermelons for this glass of wine:

"My condition is very simple. After killing me and ending the cycle, please don't forget me. Please remember that I once existed."

At this time, there was news of the fight between the secret guest and the pursuers outside the door. The low undead creatures were not a problem for her, but it was difficult to avoid the sound of the other party falling freely from the high building when she beat the enemies flying.

The blood King's eyes were red with blood. He stared at the one eye of the death knell with crazy eyes, waiting for the answer.

He is crazy, but his crazy expression is very strange. What he asks is not to be forgotten by the murderer.

Su Ming thought for a moment and sighed: "very high conditions. In the past, no one has asked me to remember the victim, but I promise you."

"Do it, kill me, then dismember me, throw my fragments from upstairs and throw me into meat mud."

The blood king put down the cup, left his throne, slapped the handrail with his sharp claws for the last time, then went to the window and looked at the scenery outside:

"If the cycle is not broken, I will wait for you here. At least you are much better than Roland."

This is his last words. Su Ming launched an attack from behind him. The night sword drew a silver glow in the blood red world, and the blood King simply separated his body and head.

In order to follow his last wish, the death knell made up a foot and kicked him out of the French window.

With the smashing sound of glass, the headless body and the red alien head whirled to the ground, and exploded into two pools of blood a few seconds later, one big and one small.

The death knell looked at the new red flower and shook his head slowly. He turned back to the empty throne and crushed the crystal balls left by the blood king one by one:

"What a picky customer. He ate a dead set meal with a sense of ceremony. It's really... Alas."

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