I killed the film and television world

Chapter 468 Strangulation
library

Song Ren stepped on the back of the angel of death.

No matter how hard he struggled, his limbs kept trying to prop himself up, but in the end he was still crushed to death, pressed against the cracked floor.

It twisted its neck, and on its head covered with blocky armor, only a sharp mouth full of sharp teeth remained. It bared its teeth at Song Ren, constantly revealing the ferocity in its bones.

The three-sectioned forelimbs were unable to support themselves, so they immediately wrapped around Song Ren's thighs.

The serrated claws only cut the trouser leg.

The library is always quiet.

Many survivors had already held their breath nervously and gathered around the fireplace, staring at the two entangled parties in astonishment.

Clack, clack, clack--

A slight crisp sound came rapidly from the body of the Angel of Death.

The almost crazy struggle gave everyone a huge visual impact.

Song Ren turned around at this time, his eyes fell on Laura, Sam and others: “I’ll take it out and solve it, you seal the doors and windows.”

The wind and snow have suddenly stopped, and it is quiet outside.

Any movement in the inner room would most likely attract other angels of death that might be wandering over.

Song Ren didn't care, but he didn't want to wait until a fight broke out and then have to divert his attention to take care of other people.

Just kill all the troubles in the wind and snow!

Song Ren has made his decision.

He raised his hand and touched the top of the Angel of Death's head.

He hooked his five fingers, and his sharp fingertips dug into the cracks on the top of the angel of death's head, which were made up of pieces of skulls that looked like nails.

The Angel of Death made increasingly rapid clattering sounds, as if in pain.

Song Ren dragged its head and forced the heavy creature to move on the ground!

Inside the museum, the heavy snow outside was reflected through the window, contrasting with the blazing fire in the fireplace.

In this dim and flickering light, the ferocious and bloodthirsty angel of death was like a lamb to be slaughtered. Song Ren grabbed its head and dragged it out of the scene through the broken window.

All the survivors stretched their necks and looked in astonishment at Song Ren's back as he walked out of the museum.

……

The weather was so cold that even Song Ren had to activate his spirit-conquering nature when he walked out of the hall.

The blood in the body is also stimulated and begins to flow rapidly throughout the body, relaxing the muscles and activating blood circulation.

Even so, the hair and eyelashes on her head were covered with a layer of frost, as if they were dyed a layer of snow-white.

Outside, heavy snow had already covered the entire city.

Above the snow, most of the tall buildings were only half intact.

Even the library, which is dozens of meters high, has been submerged in snow all the way to the back window.

On a flag in the distance, the flying American flag had completely frozen.

The remaining high-rise buildings were also covered with a layer of clear ice crystals.

Looking around, it feels like you are standing on an endless sea of ​​white clouds.

The cold air was biting, but what was more alarming was the strange clattering sounds all around, which were becoming more frequent.

Southeast, northwest, northeast, southwest...

There were more than thirty angels of death, some hanging on the middle of the frozen building, some breaking in from the snow, and some even jumping onto the American Flag that had already frozen.

These wandering angels of death seemed to have heard the voices of their companions, and they all gathered near this area.

Thirty-four...

Including the one in Song Ren's hand.

He silently calculated the corresponding number of all the prey, his frosty eyelids half-closed, and his narrow eyes gradually swept across the snow-covered city.

The biting cold could not freeze the angels of death, but it also could not freeze Song Ren's blood which was gradually beginning to boil.

……

Inside the library, the survivors could only approach the window cautiously under the blazing fire, using bookshelves and books to block the broken window.

Afterwards, everyone held back the biting cold and looked out the window at the scene—

The snow covered the top of the mountain, and the world was covered in white.

The not-very-big figure was holding a skinny angel of death and standing in the middle of the snow.

Due to the limitation of viewing angle, the survivors could only see a small half of the more than thirty angels of death.

But those standing in the snow and hanging halfway up the buildings.

The terrifying shadows of the long-legged monsters still linger in the hearts of all the survivors at this moment.

Horrible, ominous...

In the past, just one Angel of Death was enough to kill the military and police forces, almost leaving them in disarray.

Now that so many of them appeared at once, the sense of oppression was completely maximized.

Even though the survivors stood not far from the fireplace, they still could not feel much warmth.

It is conceivable that in the outside world, the temperature is very low...

Looking at the ice fragments that had already condensed on Song Ren's clothes and hair, Laura and others couldn't help but worry about him.

Even if the other party acted recklessly and ostentatiously before.

But at this moment, everyone still prayed from the bottom of their hearts that the heroic character could return triumphantly!

On the snow

Song Ren walked slowly to a place a little further away.

The angel of death was dragged in his hand like a dead dog, leaving a long line of snow in the snow.

Without waiting for the Angel of Death to resist, the fingertips that had dug into the crack of the skull had completely peeled off those hard scales.

The scarlet flesh is exposed.

Between the fingers and palms, a flash of lightning arc bloomed, along the five fingers that had lifted up the nail plates, and the strong electricity turned the inner muscles into a charred black.

At almost the same moment, the angels of death gathered in the distance and made a strong and rapid clattering sound, which was like knocking on a person's heart.

It makes people inexplicably irritated.

As the angel of death in Song Ren's palm gradually fell powerlessly on the snow, the moment it broke through some snowflakes, the swarming angels of death also began to strangle it.

As a result, everyone in the library, as well as the survivors in other buildings, saw an extremely horrifying scene.

In the white world where the city was blocked by heavy snow, dozens of black armored monsters drew a long black line on the snow.

Then, from different angles and directions, they all surged up at once.

The snow was covered with sparkling snowflakes!

In the center of the snowy world, Song Ren casually tore off his somewhat frozen clothes. Black mist like steam rose from his naked bones, and his eyes showed a wild look.

come on!

In this final doomsday crisis, let’s have a big fight together!

Song Ren grinned and took action boldly.

Under my feet were large flakes of snow exploding.

The naked body was like a long rainbow! Actively and fiercely facing one direction of the whole stranglehold!
In the extremely cold weather, a heat wave even rose up from the black fog that was wrapped around Song Ren.

boom!
The two are intertwined!

An angel of death was suddenly rushed by Song Ren and kicked violently into the snow.

With his backhand, he strangled the other angel of death.

He used the force to twist his body, and raised his elbow to strike another angel of death that was within reach, knocking it away with its neck tilted!

At the same time, his fingertips also dug out the scales on top of the angel's head.

With a twist of his wrist, at the moment he threw it over his shoulder, several pieces of the extremely solid armor were torn off from the inner muscle layer.

And the remaining angels of death also suddenly rushed in!
Song Ren turned around instantly and headed in the other direction. With a violent charge, he broke through the encirclement and strangulation.

With snowflakes flying all over the sky, dozens of angels of death were knocked into the snow after just the initial collision.

It is difficult to destroy them with brute force attacks simply relying on their sturdy leather armor.

However, Song Ren would always take off some of the head armor of these angels of death one by one in between his attacks.

When the second collision occurs, the exposed muscles inside are often torn into pieces with just one blow.

Accompanied by large areas of flying snow, the survivors were staring straight at the outside world.

That tiger-like back looked like it was hunting the weak sheep.

With a dive, he broke through the several strangleholds of the angels of death.

Even though the angels of death can always come back a second time, the third time they will often be completely silent in the flying snow.

Many survivors with sharp eyes even barely noticed that Song Ren was constantly tearing open the heads of the angels of death at a high frequency. The sticky muscles inside the skull were crushed to pieces with just a single collision!
More and more angels of death fell in the accumulated snow, and gradually they could no longer stand up.

Gradually, the few lucky angels of death began to show signs of escaping.

But it's too late!

Song Ren's blood was boiling, and with the help of the spirit, his whole body was in perfect condition.

The white snow was blown everywhere by the whole battle!

It was as if heavy snow had begun to fall again. In the intervals between attacks, Song Ren even found time to chase after the fleeing angels of death.

He forced them back extremely violently!

For about a quarter of an hour, the special stranglehold of the Angel of Death against Song Ren gradually came to an end as they completely collapsed.

The whole fight did not last very long, but the pursuit was indeed quite long.

The snow was plowed into furrows one after another.

The survivors in the building were already stunned.

Especially when witnessing with one's own eyes the scene where Song Ren used his punches, elbows, knees and kicks in an almost pleasing way to the eye, knocking dozens of angels of death into the snow one by one, the impact was a bit too strong.

And those invulnerable angels of death were like mud in front of the opponent. In just a moment, they were completely submerged in the snow.

The hearty killing was like a movie scene, and each scene had a very strong personal touch.

When the flying snowflakes gradually fell away, everything had returned to calm except for the corpse of the angel of death whose body was mostly covered by the snow.

However, Song Ren's hair and eyelashes were already covered with frost.

Standing in the vast snow, when I turned around, I happened to meet the eyes of the survivors in the museum who were looking around blankly.

Those narrow eyes covered with frost seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

As their eyes swept over, more and more people lowered their heads subconsciously.

Those angels of death, who were considered unstoppable in their eyes, were annihilated by the other party with bare hands.

Just when everyone was excited, Song Ren, who was originally cleaning up, suddenly straightened his back and stopped completely in the snow.

Looking through the window, the survivors gradually noticed.

Further away, almost at the white boundary between the snow and the sky.

One black dot after another came into view.

After a while, the black spots began to gradually become larger and larger, and there were more and more of them!

Upon closer inspection, they were all angels of death!

Roughly speaking, dozens of angels of death have appeared in the visible direction alone.

Their high-speed figures have already created a large amount of snow and wind!
Within sight, the snowflakes that had originally quieted down had already drawn a magnificent line of snow on the white skyline.

Heavy snow is falling!

The angels of death from all directions, as if they had heard their own cries for help, all rushed into the Manhattan area from other urban areas.

Song Ren stood in the middle of the scene and just took a cursory glance.

There are 200 to 300 angels of death...

This scale was much greater than the dozens of wandering beasts he had initially expected.

These guys seem to have a more special way of communicating, otherwise, it would be impossible for such a large number of them to suddenly appear.

On the snow-covered sky and earth line, countless figures of angels of death appeared in the sight of more people as they continued to rush.

At that moment, the charge was extremely violent, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards us!

For a moment, the survivors who noticed this scene nearby felt like their scalps were about to explode.

Hundreds of densely packed angels of death, when running at full speed, were even faster than the galloping horses of ancient times, so that the snowflakes they rolled up were also exceptionally magnificent in scale.

When they began to charge in an organized formation, the noise was so loud that people began to hold back their breathing.

At the very center, Song Ren took a breath of freezing cold air into his lungs.

I felt as if my chest was frozen, and a hint of coldness was coming out of my mouth and nose.

When the angel of death, which was coming to strangle us on a large scale, rushed to the last ten meters.

He took a deep breath into his chest and let it out loudly!

Roar--

It was dozens of times more violent than a lion's roar.

As the surging sound waves dissipated, the snow on the ground began to shake suddenly.

Then it rippled and rushed in all directions.

Following closely behind, hundreds of aggressive angels of death suddenly stopped under the fierce sound waves.

The next moment, the torrent of snowflakes stirred up by the sound waves completely broke through, and the armor plates on the tops of the angels of death began to crack one after another.

Then the flesh-colored cochlea inside suddenly contracted violently.

The scales on the top of their heads seemed to be twitching, and after only two or three seconds, they fell one by one into the snow.

The sound waves swept away a large area of ​​snowflakes and continued to surge in all directions.

In the distance, the survivors of the library who were watching the entire thing were filled with horror a second ago.

The next second, a terrifying sound wave shattered all the glass.

Soon after, the survivors hiding near the fireplace felt as if their heads were about to explode with pain, and many of them fainted on the spot.

This is also one of the reasons why Song Ren did not directly use his divine voice at the beginning.

Its saturation attack will inevitably cause harm to the survivors around it.

(End of this chapter)