Chapter 673

The blood rain will not stop until the night.

That's what Batman said.

Once he had to fight against the blood army as a mortal, he said to himself in the dark.

No matter the person who said this was arrogant or furtive, few people could break away from the bloody mist.

And now the time, is one o'clock in the morning, the blood rain is still under.

When the dark sword divides the body into two parts, the blood rain falls; when the sharp black stone pierces the heart which is no longer beating, the blood rain falls; when the small hand accompanied by laughter tears off the head, the blood rain falls.

The four were completely enveloped in the foul mist.

"Ah, the last one, ha ha."

Satana grabs a vampire with broken limbs and presses her palm on the other's forehead. The suppressed flame flashes away.

She left the charred headless body and returned to the knell.

And the one eyed man, at this time, is looking at the strange building in front of him. Beside him, there is a woman in black and green clothes, which is the same action.

"It seems that we all guessed wrong." Su Ming thrust his sword into the ground and let out a long breath.

"Well." Haila plucked at the debris on the ground with her boots and looked down: "this is the world tree of vampires."

At this time, all four people were standing next to a Tiankeng. In the underground Tiankeng, there was a huge tower type building. Cement, steel, wood and pipes together constituted an underground wonder.

The building extends to the bottom of the abyss, and the victims can't see the bottom of it.

Countless human beings are pinned to this huge tower, and plastic pipes connected to needles are pumping the bright red blood into thicker pipes and sending them down.

These people are all red fruits. It seems that they have fallen into the eternal dream with their eyes open and become the "cows" of the blood clan.

"I'll go and have a look."

Su Ming tells him that he takes off with his cloak, then leaps over the dark abyss, jumps to the top of the tower, and randomly finds a person to observe it.

There is a belt around the waist to hold these people and lean against the spire. The blood drawing needle is stuck on the artery of the forelimb. The speed of blood drawing is not fast. In addition, there is a needle on the meridian, which is connected with a transparent injection into the body.

The pipe above the head is used to supply liquid food. The food looks like corn paste and so on. Under the body, there is something like a toilet urinal, which seems to discharge waste.

Su Ming stretched out his hand to stir the head of the animal, pulled out his eyelids, examined it, and shook his head. He flew back to the edge of the sinkhole, a huge spire with tens of thousands of people tied to it.

"It's hopeless. The brain is destroyed and all the thinking is disconnected. It's better to die than to die." He explained a little.

The vampires' plans seem to have been implemented much earlier. The novelists of Dracula's hunters are right about the operation. Blood clan has operated on these people's brains for at least several years to save so many victims.

Strictly speaking, human beings are just experimental objects. In the future, the blood clan will replace human beings and replace them with alien or mutant people.

Su Ming guessed this situation at that time. After all, it was necessary to experiment and verify the feasibility before launching such a large-scale plan. He just didn't think that the experimental site was actually underground in Philadelphia.

There was black smoke in Haila's hands. She threw her hand aside. A blood clan corpse with a huge cavity in her chest got up and stood in front of her with green eyes.

She listened to the silent voice, then scattered the dead into a pool of black ash.

"You're right. The process is irreversible." Hera has no attitude. It has nothing to do with the death of earthlings. There are no followers of Asgard.

The black and yellow helmet faded like the tide. Strangled out a cigarette and sent it to the host's mouth. Su Ming put the smoke close to palum's head and ignited it.

How many people are there

"More than 20000." Haila gave the information she had just obtained.

"Where did the blood go?"

"They don't know. We killed hundreds of vampires without a leader." Haila answered calmly, holding her arms.

Satana pointed to the fingertip tower and said with a smile, "well, these people are hopeless anyway. It's better to..."

although these people have become vegetative, their souls are still in them. You don't need to know what the devil's daughter is going to do.

"Their souls are supposed to belong to Mephisto after death, and you're not afraid to get into trouble like this?" Su Ming looks at her with a smile, and Satan is greedy.

Satana began to rub Su Ming's arm with the fat on her chest, and her face showed a blush of shyness.

"The three of us are allies. We can share these souls equally. The burning skeleton next to us hates Mephisto most, and he won't tell. Since no one says what happened here, how does Mephisto know that we cut his beard? ""Do you know how to cut Hu? Playing mahjong? "

"New York is very popular. It's said that it's the trend brought about by the tycoon stark. When I don't have any business in my shop, some girls will play. If stark comes, there will be a common topic. Hee hee." Satana looks at Su Ming with a smile and shakes her arm around him.

"I can't save these people. It's too painful to let them live like this. It's not very different for me as to who the soul belongs to. You and HeLa can separate."

Su Ming turned his eyes to Hera, and Satana was happy to kiss him on the face, and walked around casually. It was nice to have harvested so much food in less than ten minutes.

Hera's expression was still cold, and the Black Mist enveloped her: "they have no faith in Asgard. I can't take it. It's all yours."

"Hee hee, thank you. I'll call on you next time if there's something good."

Satana showed gratitude, but Hera didn't believe her at all.

Satana doesn't expect Hera to believe it. Naturally, she won't ask her to participate in any good things. She just wants to be friendly. After all, she still uses shanghaila.

She began to chant and release a large range of black magic. She released a group soul drawing skill through a certain demon God. The cost was borne by these livestock, just enough to kill them.

The people on the spire struggled. Even the vegetative people showed strong pain and fear on their faces. They spit out the pipes in their mouths, and their incontinence caused the toilet to rattle and stink.

But soon, there was black smoke coming out of their mouths, fuzzy translucent faces gathered together, like thick pillars of smoke twisted into a strand, and was sucked into her mouth by Satana.

It's like eating noodles.

The bodies that had lost their souls collapsed one by one, and hung on the spire in all directions, and gradually became cold in the winter night.

Satana's face flushed, she let out a satisfied groan, the soul is power, and so much power into her body, let her reach the peak of pleasure.

Haila disdained to look at her, only more than 20000 souls, and only Satana such a small demon lord can see, as the Lord of the underworld, who sits on the army of billions of undead, these 20000 souls are as worthless as Thor's hammer.

Eating the soul, the oldest and most primitive way, originated from Seth's method, is really too low to be as long as Mephisto.

Although Satana lives in the main dimension, the most up-to-date Lord of hell is Mephisto. I heard that he is making some TV programs recently.

"Mmm... Ah..." Satana pasted her body on Su Ming, making an enchanting nasal sound and emitting the smell of female hormones: "people still want it..."

Su Ming smiles and pushes her to Palem. Seeing that she is going to have a close contact with the fire of hell, she hides by a backward somersault.

Now look again, that small face which still has what immerses in the climax aftertaste appearance, she is very sober.

"Any more?"

"Cut, don't understand the amorous feelings of the guy." Satana turned her head and glared at Su Ming. She put her hands on her hips and said in disappointment, "you and HeLa are a perfect match. They are all like the living dead."

"Don't talk about me. I'm not like you." Haila turned a blind eye to the farce that happened. Her physical joy was nothing to her. She had lofty ideals.

Satana took out her ears and went back to Su Ming with disapproval: "yes, you haven't been intimate with a man for tens of thousands of years. It's so pure. Oh, we seem to be lords of hell. Can purity bring strength?"

"Hehe, what strength can a male give you? Bigger belly? " HeLa retorted, with a trace of irony on her face.

"Hehe, you don't understand." Satana showed a sense of superiority.

"Ha ha, bichi." Haila's expression was still disdainful.

Su Ming didn't pay any attention to them. He directly jumped into the Tiankeng and fell toward the dark bottom. Palem followed him and rode down the cliff directly, in an anti gravity state.

Only two women were left on the edge of the sinkhole, with wide eyes and wide eyes.

Satana glanced at Hera, then looked down, and helplessly pulled up her coat and wrapped it up, covering the hill in front of her chest: "is it my illusion, or are we seen through again?"

Haila shook her head. She went to the Tiankeng and walked down the cliff: "is it important to see through or not? You want to test his attitude towards us. That's his attitude. We are tools in his eyes. "

Satana floats up and falls slowly beside Hera, holding her chin in her hand: "really, it's good news for you, not for me."

The two exchanged some information when they changed clothes, which was also a negotiated plan.

If the death knell shows tenderness of heart or sympathy for women, it will be used immediately, but when two beauties quarrel with the walker, he turns his head and leaves.Haila was satisfied of course, because the last meeting with the knell was not very happy. After he took over the supreme mage, Hera would like to see his attitude towards himself.

She didn't need to be as enthusiastic as ordinary acquaintances, as long as she didn't have hostility. She felt that her attitude was just right now, not far or 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 worth her going to take the initiative. She is actually doing it for herself.

However, Satana tried to use the cold attitude of the death knell to achieve her lofty goals. All her favorite tricks were invalid. She did not know what to do for a while.

She actually felt a trace of fear, an unsafe fear lingering in her heart.

Haila walked slowly, showing a black spike to trim her nails: "he doesn't care if the hammer collides with the pliers. If the tool breaks down, we can be replaced by others."

"Is it really a secret guest..." Satana wrapped her fingers around her hair.

"Secret guest is just his puppet. You can just regard him as another Lord of hell. Don't try again. It's meaningless."

HeLa took a deep look at Satana with her eyes penetrating everything and quickened her steps.

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