Comprehensive comics: The Supreme Demon

Regardless of the small actions of the empire and the Theocracy, Yakumo Sora was observing the development of things with great interest in the king's palace.

On the other side of the gap, the eight-fingered personnel caught by Demiurge and Shalltear would not just sit back and wait for death.

"Where did this idiot come from to try to arrest us just because of two people? But this kind of death-defying behavior is admirable. Now, do you mind if I spend a few minutes to deal with them?"

Licking the sword in his hand with a disgusted look on his face, a man behind him jumped out first, the blade of the sword flashing with cold light was instantly covered with mucus.

"Move faster"

"Introduce yourself, kill Peshrian in the next space, if……"

Not paying attention to Zero's order, and not knowing that he was being treated as cannon fodder, Peshrian swallowed the unspoken words in his belly in the next second.

Obviously, Shalltear didn't like chatty people very much. It was like a fly buzzing in her ears all the time, and she was definitely not in a good mood.

She doesn't mind getting rid of the eyesore when she's in a bad mood.

24 In the light of fire and stone, before Peshrian could react, Shalltear was already less than half a meter away.

"So fast……"

There was no time to sigh, and following the instinct of fighting all the time, Peshlian immediately took action to block it, but...

Peshlian's eyes widened, and what he saw in front of him made him unbelievable. The blade stopped in mid-air and could not move forward, blocking the front. The road is just the nail of the little finger

"How can it be."

Scornfully flipping away the sharp sword, Shalltear stretched out her other hand and inserted it into the opponent's left chest.

The protective ribs shattered in an instant, and as soon as he let out a scream, Peshlian couldn't help but tremble all over.

His heart , was grasped tightly by that beautiful-looking little hand, and squeezed with just a little force.

Bang!

It would explode suddenly.

He didn't dare to move, even if the petite girl flicked her nails, Peshlian couldn't open his mouth to beg for mercy.

Cold sweat fell from his forehead. Where did this monster come from? Without any power to fight back, his life was in the hands of others.

Because his back blocked the scene, the people behind him were not clear about the situation, and the atmosphere seemed stiff.

"What are you doing? Do it! Peshrian."

Zero was extremely dissatisfied and urged his subordinates to kill Shalltear.

I want to do it too!

You damn have the ability to do it yourself!

He was cursing crazily in his heart. Peshlian stared at Shalltear tightly, and a trace of pleading flashed across his face.

Unfortunately, Shalltear is not a life-loving philanthropist. She is the true ancestor of vampires.

Tasting the fear and despair of her enemies can make her feel orgasmic. Until the noise behind her gets closer and closer, Shalltear finally gives up her desire to play. Cruelly take back your right hand

"Peshrian……"

"snap——"

Watching Pescherian fall blankly, the eight-fingered leaders shrank their eyes. The huge hole on his left chest was particularly conspicuous, and the thing inside disappeared.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but move up. The disappeared thing was being held in the hands of a harmless-looking girl, and it was even beating unwillingly.

Shalltear came closer and smelled it, then quickly frowned and pinched it as if in disgust.

"It stinks."

Her action caught everyone's attention. Except for Demiurge, who was used to it, everyone in Eight Fingers swallowed their saliva.

"Next, it's your turn"

……

"Right in front, Lord Gazef!"

Charging all the way to the last line of defense outside the secret room, Clem couldn't help but get excited.

"Well, fight with all your might!"

Gripping the sword again, Gazef was not as optimistic as Climb. What was just an appetizer before was now a feast.

But he would not be stupid enough to say it, and instead loudly encouraged the soldiers around him.

"It’s just one step away, everyone, please work harder!"

"ha——"

After forcibly exchanging wounds for injuries to kill the last person, Climb gritted his teeth and exhaled without pain, and was the first to push open the secret room door.

His expression that should have been excited quietly froze, and the scene inside made him unable to turn around.

There were two people, a man and a woman. Next to them was a blond woman who was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground. The whole room was filled with scattered corpses.

Among them are many of their targets this time, such as Kekotor, Dougui and other bosses of Eight Fingers 297

"Sorry, you came too late and stole your prey, but I believe we will meet again."

The gentleman bowed to him. No matter how he looked at Climb, he looked like an inhuman male, but he was as elegant as a true noble. Shalltear, who was dragging Hilma's long hair and was about to step into the portal, glanced at Clem coldly. Lyme

"Let's go, Demiurge."

"wait……"

The moment he was about to speak, Climb's heart suddenly shrank when he was swept by the blood-colored pupils filled with terrifying murderous intent.

What a terrifying aura that was. Climb had no doubt that if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be no more difficult than trampling an ant to death.

Even his breathing stopped suddenly, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. This was the instinctive fear of lower beings when they encountered creatures at the top of the food chain.

"Alas, goodbye, two-legged sheep."

Watching the two dragging the mission target into the portal, Clem did not dare to stop him. His body was as heavy as lead. The instinct inherited from humans told him that if he took one step closer, he would die!_Feilu reminds you: Reading Three things - collection, promotion