I killed the film and television world

Chapter 457 Angel of Death
High in the sky, there was a loud explosion accompanied by the sound of a meteorite.

A wave of heat visible to the naked eye swept in all directions.

Under the terrifying impact like a nuclear bomb, all beings are equal.

The only advantage was that Song Ren deliberately kept the distance tight and fired the missile at almost the farthest distance, instead of waiting until it was about to fall on his head before smashing it to pieces.

Otherwise, the impact force generated by the disintegration in mid-air alone would be enough to kill everyone present except Song Ren.

Even if he was a tiger demon, he couldn't withstand this close-range attack.

Fortunately, the horrific impact caused by the disintegration of the meteorite in the air was similar to the explosion of a nuclear bomb.

But, after all, it doesn't have nuclear radiation.

Otherwise, Song Ren would have no choice but to save himself and escape early.

If that thing was only a trace amount, or a small amount, he felt that he should be able to withstand it in his current condition.

But if a nuclear attack really destroyed the world, Song Ren's physique alone would not be able to withstand the horrific effects of high-yield nuclear radiation.

That kind of substance is not something that humans can touch at all.

……

The meteorites disintegrating in the air are like the most brilliant flower scattering by fairies.

A large amount of debris, dragging flames, fell in all directions.

But the shock wave that followed would have killed an ordinary person.

The prisoners walked out of the building out of curiosity and looked up at the sky.

In just a moment, he was overwhelmed by the terrifying impact that surged towards the surroundings, blowing away everything, objects, and people he saw in the most devastating way.

The low buildings in the prison also collapsed completely under this impact and were squeezed and flew around.

In the end, it took less than twenty-four hours for the prisoners to occupy and clear out St. Stanford Prison.

The shock wave from a meteorite explosion completely destroyed this place.

This is the result of Song Ren smashing it in the air.

If it were to fall to the ground, no one present, not even Song Ren, would be able to escape unscathed.

……

On the ruins

A blanket of dust rose up, forming a gray haze that covered the entire area within a radius of more than a thousand meters.

This time, it was really tragic.

But Song Ren had no choice. He did not expect things to turn out so unexpectedly. Just then, a meteorite debris hit his head.

This is really bad luck.

Song Ren stood in the ruins and brushed off the dust on his shoulders.

Then he waved his hand, and a strong wind blew through, suddenly sweeping away the gray dust in the sky.

At this point, the devastated scene came into everyone's sight.

Broken brick walls and broken tiles covered the uneven ground.

There are traces of ruins everywhere.

It was vaguely visible that the dusty barbed wire had become tangled with the electrical wires.

The broken beams and the collapsed rooftop angles were also half buried in the ruins.

Not far away, some prisoners who had managed to survive stood up in panic.

For them, this scene came too unexpectedly, so much so that most people still had a trace of confusion on their faces.

What on earth just happened...

Such a helpless thought filled the minds of every prisoner.

After a while, some people gradually came back from their great confusion.

I looked down at the ruins and wreckage all over the ground, as well as the hellish scene with occasional corpses half-buried in the air.

A feeling of despair and exhaustion overwhelmed the survivors.

The pain from the injuries on my body had long since become numb.

Looking around, more and more survivors were struggling to crawl out of the rubble.

The sound of murmuring gradually became louder.

"Was that... a meteorite?"

"What happened? Am I still alive?"

"God, it must be God who is sending down His will. Is He punishing us sinners?"

The sound of muttering continued to come out of the survivors' mouths.

Song Ren stood in the middle of the ruins and warned the other survivors: "Since you have survived by chance, if you don't want to die again, you'd better be quiet from now on."

His half-threatening words obviously no longer had the same deterrent effect as before in this near-collapse situation.

Because soon, a rather rapid knocking sound was heard all around.

Clack, clack, clack—

Quick but rhythmic.

It was like the sound of teeth rubbing when stepping on wooden floors, only more frequent.

Song Ren knew that this was the sound made by the angels of death.

When he turned his head to look at the source of the sound, he saw a black and brown monster, which looked like a dried skeleton, had already jumped up.

Just as Song Ren turned his head, the Angel of Death had already swung its slender and powerful forelimbs.

A prisoner who was standing in the ruins and looking at the devastation in despair was chopped off half of his head.

Only the part of the head below the tip of the nose remains.

Especially the neat oblique cut surface, the blood had completely dyed the cut between the bones and flesh red, and continued to seep out from the cut.

It's really miserable!
After killing one person, the Angel of Death seemed to enter a state of excitement.

The crisp clattering sounds became more frequent.

The Angel of Death is different from humans, or rather, different from most living things.

They kill anything that makes a sound, but they don't eat it.

If we say that when it first descended, it could be said that it felt threatened and killed all living things that made any sound.

But in the later stages, the Angel of Death had an almost overwhelming advantage in strength and was almost fearless.

But they still follow the same killing rules as always - anyone who makes a sound will die.

In this case, it is not so much that they feel threatened, but rather that they hunt and kill the other party out of instinct.

Instead, it was more like a game, as if they were just competing to see how many prey they could kill.

And human beings, among them, are probably just an insignificant quantifier.

After all, angels of death can communicate with each other and possess a certain level of intelligence, but this intelligence may be a bit more barbaric.

That mummy-like monster body contained extraordinary power, especially that armor-like shell.

These monsters were at the core of the almost nuclear-level explosion just now.

But now it seems that nothing happened.

After hunting and killing a prisoner, the Angel of Death jumped up from the spot without stopping and rushed to the source of another sound.

The prisoner was seriously injured and was already in despair. Seeing the Angel of Death cutting off half of his head, he couldn't help but mutter, "Monster, monster!"

The angel of death leaped into the air and rushed out more than ten meters away.

Their front limbs were nearly two meters long, and when they swung they were like whips. Their strength was so great that they ripped open the prisoner's belly with just one blow.

However, the Angel of Death had no attachment to any flesh and blood. Instead, it seemed to simply enjoy killing.

The continuous clattering sounds began to become more and more rapid.

The angel of death was like a demon on the ruins, rushing directly towards the prisoners who were already consciously retreating. The sound of these footsteps might not be noticeable to ordinary people.

But in the ears of the angel of death, it was like turning on the headlights and illuminating the sky.

So obvious!

He killed one by one with one claw, and he killed them among the survivors at will.

Until a dry cough like clearing a throat was heard not far away, which once again brought about the cruel clattering sound of the angel of death.

There was a sense of urgency and excitement in the voice.

It jumped up from the broken corpse and flew more than ten meters away in one go.

After only two jumps, he had already arrived in front of Song Ren.

He swung his forelimbs like a sickle to reap lives, and swept down suddenly as usual.

However, this time, it seemed a little beyond its expectations.

In the power battle with Song Ren, even though the Angel of Death is far superior to ordinary people, it is still useless.

If the defense status of both sides was not at the same level, Song Ren would not be able to touch the fur of the Angel of Death.

But in other aspects, the offensive and defensive situations have changed.

Although Song Ren did not doubt the hardness of the Angel of Death, he still planned to give it a try first.

Logically speaking, no matter how strong their armor is on the outside, there should be weak spots inside.

He wanted to use the other person as an experiment.

……

On the ruins

While grabbing one of the Angel of Death's arms, Song Ren slightly twisted his hips and raised his legs.

Without waiting for the other party to shake off his other slender arm, he stomped down suddenly, just stepping on the side of the Angel of Death's kneecap.

quack!

An unexpected crisp sound came from the knee of the bent hind leg.

The entire hind limbs have become completely twisted and collapsed inward.

But in the next second, the twisted joints of the hind limbs bounced back as if they had never been broken.

It's a bit weird.

The angel of death had already swung out its other arm, slashing towards Song Ren's head like a sickle.

Song Ren withdrew his hand from the other person.

The whole person instantly lowered his body and rushed to the back of the angel of death from the wide open right side in an instant.

A kick landed on the already hunched hind limb joint.

The Angel of Death was unable to react and fell to his knees.

Before it could swing its long arms backwards again, Song Ren had already stepped on its calf, preventing it from getting up.

Then he put one hand around the angel of death's neck and hooked it on its jaw.

He flipped upward with great force, forcing the angel of death, who was kneeling on the ground, to lean back.

However, its long front legs also reached around Song Ren's neck.

Each of its forelimbs had three long fingers, which were intended to completely break Song Ren's neck.

But after trying my best, I was shocked to find that I could do nothing.

It could only use its forelimbs to continuously cut Song Ren's body, but apart from tearing the clothes on his back, not even a trace of blood was left.

Instead, under Song Ren's oppression, his head tilted back highly, and when Song Ren bent slightly, his drooping eyes met Song Ren's.

Looking at the dark brown spherical head in front of me, apart from a mouth covered with spikes, there is only something like a turtle shell pieced together on the surface with pieces of armor.

Many times, when the Angel of Death determines its exact location, it will automatically open the petal-shaped armor on its head.

Use the ears hidden under the armor to determine the specific location more accurately.

These dark brown armors are pieced together piece by piece to protect the head, and they also produce scar-like, connected traces that look like cracks.

Unlike the dark brown skin color of the whole body, the marks on these cracks have a hint of light red.

Song Ren had one hand free, and he tried to poke out his sharp nails. While suppressing the angel of death, his fingertips dug into the crack-like places on the top of the skull.

Sure enough, compared to other parts, it feels as hard as steel.

At the top of the head, the fingertips gradually increased their force and finally created a lighter-colored crack.

crunch--

With a sound like teeth-grinding, Song Ren forcibly opened a piece of the armor-like shell from under the protective layer on the head of the angel of death.

The flesh and blood inside is the same color as that of a normal human body and can be clearly seen.

The angel of death had an extremely strong impulse to resist.

The two long forelimbs kept trying to cut Song Ren's body.

The skinny body kept trying to break free.

Especially when a petal of the shell on the top of the head was lifted up, the clattering sound suddenly became extremely rapid.

Look at the body tissue underneath the shell.

Song Ren let out a light sigh.

Sure enough, even without using high-frequency sound waves, the defense of this thing is not absolutely invincible.

Song Ren knew that since the armor on the top of this thing could open petals one by one, it could be like a blooming flower.

Then, there will definitely be cracks at these fracture points, and it is only a matter of time.

At this moment, the sharp fingertips have touched the flesh inside the skull of the angel of death, although it is only a small shell.

But it is also large enough to accommodate two or three fingers.

Song Ren put two fingers together and suddenly penetrated into the exposed body tissue.

Two fingers easily injected into the muscle tissue of the head.

There seems to be no blood in these things, or very little blood.

The skinny body seemed to be made up of just the hardest outer shell and the bones inside.

He looked so thin, as if a layer of skin was attached to his bones.

Except for the armor on the top of the head, after it is lifted up, it is enough to see the muscle tissue like a living creature.

But other parts of the body may be so thin that there is no muscle tissue at all.

……

Song Ren pierced the top of the Angel of Death's head with two fingers, and the touch of his fingertips was all muscle-like fibrous tissue.

Tight and detailed.

There wasn't even a hint of the wetness of blood.

What a monster.

Song Ren suddenly chuckled and murmured:
"Since the armor on the top of the head can be opened flexibly, it is possible that it is connected to the muscle tissue."

"That is to say, this thing might still be able to be taken off."

The Angel of Death was currently struggling less and less, and was clearly close to death.

In the movie, the top of this thing's head, with its armor on, is so fragile that even a child can be killed with one blow.

At this moment, the Angel of Death was still making a weak clattering sound.

It sounded like he was groaning in pain, and there was no longer the excitement in his tone from before.

It seems low, bitter and extremely depressing.

(End of this chapter)