Is the Evil God Me?

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Normal people feel disgusted, scared, and want to run away from the **** killing.

A qualified fighter can overcome these negative emotions and persist in fighting, and persistence requires a reason. Some people can persevere for money and desires, such as the modern army is probably the case. Some people can persevere for their beliefs and ideas, and use their flesh and blood to compete with the deadly steel hell, such as people's children and soldiers.

Of course Lynn could hold on, he was trying to survive at the moment.

Under the desire to survive, people can become demons and can break through the bottom line.

For the **** killing he caused, the little gentleman remembered and temporarily blocked his thoughts on it. However, what puzzled him was why these people were not afraid, were they not afraid of death?

What keeps them going.

A fast-running mind, an overloaded brain, and sensitive emotions, coupled with the irrationality of what was happening, forced Lynn to find a plausible explanation. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to admit that his heroic persistence was so easily surpassed by those who were not afraid of death.

'Wait a minute, that's...'

Just as they approached, Lynn was stunned.

These guys with machetes and axes are, without exception, civilians in the lower city. Their malnourished, thin bodies make people feel less alive, and most of them even have stomach edema. Other than that, the only thing they have in common is a new or old scar on the bottom of the eye socket.

That is, the scars of the prefrontal lobectomy surgery.

The next moment, Lynn only felt a surge of blood pouring into his forehead, and he rushed forward with the urging sound of his beating heart.

"Fuck you!"

Lynn, who suddenly entered a state of anger, counter-charged, raised his hand at close range to kill the powerful threat with a pitchfork, and then swung the whip blade to forcefully gouged out the flesh and blood of several people, and even the bones of his hands were bitten off. a small piece. Relying on the advantages of Beyonder's physique and weapons, he rushed over to knock down the group one by one.

Lynn's cowardice was completely destroyed by anger!

The reason is also very simple. It's like when you are playing LOL laning, and suddenly you find a mark of the strongest king hanging on the opponent's head, so you carefully start to fill the line and give your opponent full respect. But when you face the line, you find that this bully is not at the level of a king at all, but is a special bully who has come up from power leveling, and his caution in moving and supplementing the knife has all become a joke.

If it was anyone else, the brain would be congested and feel like a fool.

Lynn is probably the same.

Although these people were not afraid, after all, the gap between physical fitness and weapons was here, and nearly ten people were quickly brought down by Lynn cutting melons and vegetables. This also intuitively reflects the physical disparity between ordinary people and Extraordinary. If these malnourished skinny monkeys are compared with a perfect Sequence 9, whether it is strength, reaction nerves or hand and foot coordination, they are not on the same level. superior.

Lynn is still a little dangerous if he is stuck in a corner and beaten, but on this road where he can wield a whip, the danger is greatly reduced.

Putting down these numb people, Lynn continued to flee forward with cold eyes.

I wasted a little time on these people, I am afraid that the people who heard the movement at this time have already started to surround them. Although he has a deformed whip blade that can escape from the roof at any time, he has never forgotten the two Beyonders holding steam repeating crossbows. You must know that people have nowhere to borrow in the air, which is almost like moving a target.

After taking a breath, Lynn had the extra energy to think at this time. Bill's side followed a lot of policemen with guns, and they were forced to use insurance. It must be very dangerous. He seems to be fine here.

Just as Lynn was about to move forward.

The orderly flow of spirituality suddenly agitated with a warning! He didn't hesitate to increase the speed, and the whole figure threw forward on the floor like a spring!

Boom! !

A nearby house was bombarded directly with countless deadly debris from the other side, like a splashing torrent against Lynn's original standing position. Hell, if Lynn was still standing there, he would shed a layer of skin even if he didn't die. As for those who fell to the ground, some of them were not dead, and they were also denied by their own explosives.

He guessed right, these people really have explosives in their hands, and they are not stupid idiots who know how to cooperate with traps!

The gunpowder smoked, and the fog shrouded.

The place fell into an eerily eerie silence.

When the smoke thinned a bit, a figure jumped down from the roof on the side. The Beyonder with the same blank expression and dull eyes walked quickly to the place where Lynn had been lying before. At this time, there was no trace of Lynn around, but the man stared at the torn fabric on the ground, as if to confirm something.

Soon, he pursued the front again.

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Sometimes traps, like bad luck, come one after the other.

The explosion directly caused Lynn's little half of the leg to lose consciousness, as if it was hit by some hard splashing object~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What's worse is that the elbow here was rubbed off because of the quick fall. The fabric, fortunately, did not hurt the arm.

Lynn, who continued to flee, was blocked again.

One wave, two waves, without stopping.

The serrations on the cane in his hand were lubricated by the blood and minced meat, and the cold light flickered. Lin En, who was inevitably unable to move, was also splashed with blood. His beautiful platinum hair was covered with dust and blood. In an instant, a man has been reduced from a noble young master to a destitute refugee.

The brutal and direct fighting made Lynn's bottom line break through quickly, and his hands became more and more ruthless.

But the real threat soon came.

In the last wave of containment, Lynn, who was trying to break through, was attacked by a sneak attack at the moment when he swung the whip blade to cut a road. He grabbed the whip blade in the blind spot of vision to recover this moment's flaw, and chased back and forth with three crossbow arrows. Come.

They were aiming at the three fatal points of Lynn's throat, spleen and heart.

Lynn twisted his body and tried his best to dodge, but he could only dodge two arrows, and the last arrow came directly at his head because of his body position. The ruthless Lynn made a crazy decision. He used his left hand with the gun to block the deadly cold light. In the end, warm blood splattered on his face, and an unbearable pain came from the arm that was shot through.

It was as if it was not an arrow, but a red-hot soldering iron in his hand!

This arrow completely cut off Lynn's thoughts of rushing out, forcing him to escape towards the unoccupied corner on the other side. And the person who shot the cold arrow inconspicuously disappeared again on the roof of one side of the building.

Lynn was forced to stop just after the narrow corner.

In front of you is a dead end forged by high walls.

Just when Lynn's heart was half cold, he heard a short shout from the heavy and dense footsteps, which was a bit non-standard Albion, meaning bring a gun.