The Endless Shuttle

"This is God’s punishment... but it is also God’s gift! Seven thousand years ago, God kindly left Noah's Ark when he washed his sins with the flood, and this time is no exception! You are the ones in this catastrophe! "Noah"! The special abilities of the monsters will become the hope of mankind in the new world! "

"Oh…"

Understand this time.

In this desperate situation, a religious lunatic who thought the world would be destroyed. Not surprisingly, according to the practice of the second dimension, the Catholic Church is always rich in these lunatics with abnormal brains.

Xema looked at Senna.

It seems that in the process of escaping, this young girl not only failed to take care of herself in accordance with the occultist's secrecy regulations, but learned the practice of the Virgin, how much she saved.

Because of the emblem of the king of yellow clothes, the corrupted monsters did not dare to attack Senna, so there were a dozen crowds in front of Rope.

Not only that, it seems that because of Sena’s silence, those other humans who followed the girl also agreed with the religious fanatic’s words, thinking that the world has been destroyed, and new hope will be born among the remaining humans, leading them in this The crazy doomsday survived.

All in all, it is good to have ideals and hopes.

And Xima, who has inherited the cruel side, likes to trample on this kind of hope most. There is nothing more pleasant than this.

"Well, sir, interrupt your speech." Xema stretched out her hand and pressed it lightly on the ground.

"Sorry, I don't like to read the Bible very much. Maybe your performance is very attractive, but it can't affect my eating time? My time is really precious."

The middle-aged man's voice stopped and looked at Xima in surprise.

"This gentleman... did you bring enough food?"

What is the most important thing in the doomsday?

Of course it is food for subsistence.

The man looked at Xima, and his eyes were not just the savior who manipulated monsters like the girls in the team, but the guarantee of survival and the necessity for survival.

"Um..." Xema hesitated. "I don't know if it's enough, but there are still a dozen people."

Senna, who was still silent, shuddered upon hearing these words.

She finally raised her head and stared at her master with fear and disgust. Her sixth sense told her that the malice contained in this sentence could almost drown everyone present.

The feeling of blood soaking into her neck, Senna once felt in the **** named "The King of Yellow Clothes."

"That's really rude... I'm Cyril."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and announced with a proud and natural tone: "I originally worked as an assistant in the church in Avista. According to God's will and kindness, I think that in this case, everyone can work together to cooperate. Survive... So, sir, can you give us your food?"

There is no reason for rejection. Cyril thought so.

After all, the person in front of him is just a kid. As a person with a lot of status in Western society, his reasons are reasonable. The other party would reject him without reason.

"I'm afraid you won't be used to it." Xima said with a smile.

"It's okay." Cyril waved his hand. "Food as long as it can be eaten is enough. In this case, we will never ask for more!"

"That's good, let's start with you." Xema grabbed it sharply, and his five fingers went deep into the hard concrete floor.

"If other people are willing to enjoy the same food as me, I have no opinion."

Start with me? What starts with me?

Just when Cyril was confused by Xima's words, his eyes suddenly rose.

No, it's not that the line of sight has been raised.

Dozens of pitch-black chains rose from below the ground like a snake, firmly bound Cyril's waist and legs, and slowly lifted him to the front of Xma little by little.

The people around were yelling in fear, fleeing frantically with middle-aged men as the center, and some even got into the smelly noon sewage. Only Senna remained unmoved and looked at her master quietly.

"Sai, Senna." Next to her, her father pushed his daughter and whispered. "Hurry up and let the monster stop. Although that guy is talking, but..."

"...Can't do it," Senna said bitterly. "Dad, didn't you find out? Since the monsters caught us just now, my orders have been invalid..."

Because the person in front of him is the culprit of the change in the town, the biggest monster.

Moreover, instead of applying requests to irrelevant people, Senna must solve her mother's affairs...

Everything can only be brought up after the hateful master is satisfied...Before that, she can't act rashly...Sena closed her eyes in pain. She had anticipated what would happen next.

"Ugh…?"

Norman could not understand his daughter.

As a small worker, he was powerless to change the current situation, just like he couldn't save his wife. He could only turn his eyes to Cyril, who was bound by chains, and watched nervously what happened next.

"This, this, this thing!" he yelled in horror, and his will to survive drove him crazily in the sky, unwilling to be caught by the monster like this.

"Quick! The chosen ones, let these **** things stop!"

"Um, no problem." Xema snapped his fingers, and the chain loosened the man.

Patter.

Cyril fell from the sky and fell in front of Xma.

Before he was relieved from the pain of the hard collision with the concrete floor, a palm full of strange power had already pinched Cyril's neck.

"Cough..." The man's face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and his hands tightly grasped Xema's very thin right hand.

"What are you...doing..."

"Do you still need to talk?" Xema gave a grinning smile.

"Let them see my recipe..."

He opened his mouth and bit down at the man violently.

Skin, arteries, flesh and blood, and finally the throat.

The huge muscle bite force cut off two-thirds of Cyril's neck in an instant, and the blood spewed out into Xema's stomach.

The smell of blood permeated the sewer and mixed with the original smell to form another smell that was unbearable for humans.

Get rid of the concept of human beings-the monster's cannibal feast has officially begun.

PS: Well, I have a question for you.

Do you think that the protagonist of this kind of concept is not human... I wrote it myself, but I feel that there should be readers who reject this type of lunatic... I am uneasy.

Chapter 177: Like a Parasite