??Chapter 768: 402 My Heart My Action Clear as a Mirror (4000)_1
Chapter 768: 402 My Heart My Action Clear as a Mirror (4000)_1
Boom!!!
Just like a 10-ter-long tal spear, the heteromorphologic tree trunk violently smashed into the Green Ghoul. Her two green arms shattered inches by inches, whether it’s the scales, veins, or muscles and skeleton, all has turned into a scattering of dust. The trunk slamd obliquely into the floor, driving the ghoul into the underground with sheer monstrous force.
The gray stone slabs constituting the street turned over and shattered everywhere, leaving behind a deep ravine about two-person-wide and more than twenty ters long at the center. Debris was ejected in all directions, so hitting the very face of the transfixed Solomons.
He opened his mouth, looking down at the spectral figure a short distance ahead.
The mission target, the Green Ghoul, was pinned to the ground by a wooden panel. From her knees up, including her whole torso and head, was ground deep into the soil, leaving only the two fragile, bursting legs apparently about to rupture. It’s dire to imagine the state of her upper body after being ruthlessly rolled over by the heteromorph tree trunk. Probably flattened. Solomon could vaguely see the blue blood seeping into the soil around.
He felt instant constriction in his chest, a sensation of suffocation rushed to his brain.
Twice!
Nothing good ever happened whenever he encountered this Bai Kui!
The first ti, their mission target, an invisible assassin, was mistaken by Bai Kui as his ghoul target and taken away. Now, the second mission target, the Green Ghoul, was crushed and killed in front of him by Bai Kui.
Solomon was very angry. He felt that Casio was singling him out. But he dared not show it, because the strength Casio demonstrated was overwhelming
He did not see the previous battle, but he witnessed Casio crushing the Green Ghoul with a trunk.
His previous evaluation of him was correct.
Casio is indeed a mini-Soss!
His explosive power, his swift running speed, all vaguely reflected his formidable physique. From the Solomon’s previous sparring and interactions with Soss, Casio’s performance undoubtedly surpassed him.
Therefore, Solomons swallowed down all his anger. His face, already saturnine, now bears the expression of constipation. He took a deep breath and was about to speak. But then, a cold gaze t his.
“Do you need sothing? If not, please leave. I need to deal with my spoils…”, said Casio, twisting the tree trunk in hand. A gurgling sound of flesh sticking ca from the hole as blue blood silently overflowed.
Solomons’s fists clenched slightly, the Sinful Thorn in his body was already raring to go, its spiky vines screeching as they rubbed around his veins. But ultimately, he turned and walked away, casting a deep look at Casio.
“Hehehe… what a despicable look.”
A smile appeared on Casio’s face, eerily bizarre. When his strength was still puny, he loved to completely eradicate. But now, after stepping into the ranks of top experts, his personality has increasingly turned obscure.
Like the kind of villain in literary films, playing with geniuses, giving them chances, and then ssing it up in the end. Of course, Casio did indeed have so of this wicked interest, but he never played fair.
Enemies who dare stand up against him end up in one place, death.
Casio believes that only the dead are nice.
Within a few minutes, dark creatures flocked from all directions, as if half of the exotic species from Florence were rushing here. Facing the hordes of so many dark creatures, even the seasoned and formidable dark gold level hunters would end up in headaches, their caution shooting up high.
But Casio rejected no one, as no one could break his defense and hurt his steel-like physique. Hence, there was no existential threat of ants killing the elephant by piling up numbers against an expert.
As for stamina, Casio can stand here and kill for three days and three nights. Let him rest for a while, and he can kill for another three days and three nights.
Therefore, the flocks of dark creatures were dood to deliver.
All in all, the entire Florence governnt should thank Casio for what he did tonight. If he massacres all the dark creatures attracted by the scent of Black Bait Wood tonight, it would be equivalent to killing off all the species from the nine layers of the city of Florence. Not only can it keep the citizens and aristocrats safe for a long ti, but it can also effectively alleviate social security pressure.
Of course, Casio doesn’t care about these empty nas. He’s just working to fulfill his purpose of attracting ghouls, irrespective of whether the process inadvertently brings about good or bad, Casio would not care. He lives by his heart’s desire like a clear mirror and lives for himself.
After a series of thorough massacres, the surface of the Central Garden Square was covered with a thick layer of blood. The sll of the blood mixed with the strange odor of burning Black Bait Wood was extrely nauseating. In one corner of the square, the corpses of the dark creatures piled up, and in just ten minutes, they accumulated into a small hill.
Casio killed a massive number of wild beast-level creatures, and quite a few wild beast-level dark creatures suddenly erged. But he couldn’t find the ghoul that should be hiding in the fourth sector of Florence, making him furrow his brow.
Did that ghoul head to a farther district of Florence?
Or has it left Florence to feed elsewhere?
anwhile, in the fourth district of Florence, within the foul-slling sewer, a creature with shark-like gray skin bolted from the dark brown sewage. Bone spurs extended from its spine all the way down to its tail. While the powerful tail whisked away water, it went ahead in the sewer, finally crawling out of one exit. Barely peeping out, it was hit by a tempting aroma.
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