pjbooks Chapter 232 The mantis stalks the cicada, and the girl becomes a god
Chapter 232 The mantis stalks the cicada, and the girl becomes a god
Chen Yifan's plan was simple and brutal, yet extremely vicious.
He was like the most patient vulture, circling above the battlefield, quietly waiting for the two lions below to fight.
They awaited, until their last drop of blood was shed.
Zhao Hu squatted down beside him, not daring to breathe.
The way he looks at Chen Yifan now has completely changed.
This person appears harmless on the surface, but deep down he is a ruthless devil.
From infiltrating Thor's group to now watching from the sidelines.
Every step was part of his script.
The young lady is right.
In terms of judging people, I am far inferior to her.
At this moment, the battlefield in the distance was already in an uproar.
Thor and Ryuichi Onizuka, two wounded beasts, remain the masters of this meat grinder.
Thor's lightning raged wildly, each swing of his hammer carving out scorched furrows in the ground.
Onizuka Ryuichi's blade is extremely insidious; wherever the blade passes, the mournful wails of ghosts can even erode a person's will.
Their men were engaged in the most primal, bloody clashes.
More and more people are falling ill.
The cries of the dying rose and fell.
The entire ruin was permeated with the warm, pungent smell of blood.
Zhao Hu's heart clenched as he watched, and he almost turned his head away.
This is not a game at all.
This is hell.
The man beside him, however, was admiring the scenery of hell.
They even offered their comments with great interest.
"That guy wielding the double axes got stabbed in the abdomen again, and his movements slowed down."
"A sand-type ability user, who is countered by lightning, has now turned into a human-shaped charcoal."
"Caitlyn's magic bullets are pretty accurate; another head exploded, like a ripe watermelon."
Zhao Hu felt nauseous listening to these cold analyses.
He made up his mind.
Once he leaves this place, he wants to get as far away from this devil as possible.
Never to meet again.
……
While Chen Yifan was leisurely watching the battle.
On the other side of the battlefield, a figure moved silently.
Lin Xiaoyu.
She appeared behind the Japanese commander.
The other side was desperately directing the last resistance force, completely unaware that the shadow of death had already loomed over him.
Lin Xiaoyu did not move.
Her eyes remained calm, devoid of any emotion; she was simply waiting.
Waiting for a signal.
The "flesh spore" that was planted had already taken root deep in his spinal cord, forming the most mysterious connection with his central nervous system.
Lin Xiaoyu can "hear" his heartbeat.
You can "smell" the flow of his blood.
It can even "touch" every instruction that flashes through his mind.
This feeling is incredibly wonderful.
It was as if she had acquired a new body.
A marionette that can be manipulated at will...
The time has come.
Lin Xiaoyu stopped waiting.
A will, through that invisible nerve thread, brazenly invaded.
The Japanese commander, who was shouting, suddenly stopped.
His brain was forcibly erased.
The next second, a cold, completely unfamiliar command robbed him of all his ability to think.
"All personnel! Abandon cover! Assemble at my location!"
"Prepare to break out!"
This order is tantamount to suicide.
Their only way to survive was to use the terrain to their advantage and hold their ground.
Charging forward would only make you a target for Thor.
"team leader?!"
Through the earpiece came the incomprehensible questions from his subordinates.
"implement."
Two stiff syllables were forced out of the commander's throat.
That voice belonged to Lin Xiaoyu.
The few remaining Japanese soldiers, despite their doubts, were driven by their military duty to abandon their thinking and instinctively carry out orders.
They abandoned their position, turned around, and charged toward their commander.
His vulnerable back was completely exposed to the enemy's guns.
"Chance!"
Thor's pupils flashed with a bloodthirsty light!
He couldn't understand why his opponent would hand him such a gift, but that didn't matter!
"Caitlyn! Shoot!"
"Everyone, crush them!"
The order has been issued.
Caitlin's lips curled into a cruel smile as she lightly touched the trigger with her fingertip.
The death bullets sounded the symphony of slaughter.
Thor himself transformed into a bolt of lightning, crashing into the group of enemies who had completely lost their formation.
massacre.
A massacre with no suspense whatsoever.
Less than thirty seconds.
The battle is over.
Except for a few who put up a stubborn resistance, Onizuka Ryuichi's team was almost completely wiped out.
He himself, at this moment, knelt in the middle of the pool of blood like an abandoned stone statue, using the demonic sword to support his broken body.
His eyes were empty.
Why?
Why is this happening?
Why would his most elite subordinates make such a foolish mistake at the last moment?
With his last ounce of strength, he turned his head and looked at the commander who had single-handedly destroyed everything.
His subordinates remained standing there, still in the posture of giving orders.
Not moving at all.
Her face was expressionless, except for a strange, unnatural flush.
Beneath the skin, it seemed as if countless living things were wriggling.
puff.
A dark red bud, thinner than a strand of hair, sprouted from the corner of his eye.
Then came the second one, the third one...
In an instant, countless granulations burst forth from every pore of his body!
His entire being, from the inside out, was stretched into an indescribable warm bed of flesh and plants.
Onizuka Ryuichi's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead.
He got it.
From the very beginning, he had fallen into a deeper, more insidious trap.
"come out."
His voice was hoarse as he growled at the dark ruins in the distance.
Lin Xiaoyu's figure slowly walked out.
She wore a white dress, spotless.
In this bloody hell, the cleanliness was chilling.
Her eyes sent a chill down the spine of Onizuka Ryuichi, the sword saint.
A girl.
A monster that, right under everyone's noses, turned the tide of the entire battle...
The stark contrast left Onizuka Ryuichi's mind blank.
He locked his gaze firmly into those cold, clear eyes.
He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, as if he had used up all his strength.
"you……"
His voice was hoarse, like the grinding of rusty iron.
He stared intently at Lin Xiaoyu, his lifeless eyes now igniting with a final burst of fury.
He can die in battle.
But I cannot accept that my own and the entire team's glory has been trampled into the mud by a woman using such bizarre and despicable means!
"I'll kill...you!"
He let out a roar like a trapped beast, ignoring his gaping wounds, and the katana in his hand flashed with blood again!
however.
A faster, more decisive figure emerged from the shadows behind him.
Chen Yifan.
Talent, all thoughts return to their source.
The dagger in his hand gleamed with a cold light.
It was delivered silently.
Onizuka Ryuichi's body suddenly stiffened.
He lowered his head with difficulty.
A blade tip, engraved with countless wailing faces, protruded from his heart.
Icy.
Dead silence.
When... was this person...?
Consciousness, plunged into an eternal abyss.
Chen Yifan slowly drew his dagger and wiped away non-existent bloodstains from Onizuka Ryuichi's corpse.
He turned around and looked at Lin Xiaoyu, who was not far away.
A satisfied smile curved the corners of his mouth.
"Well done."