Chapter 317 Becoming a Demon

The gunshots in Ellabrook Castle gradually became sparse. The air was filled with the fragrance and burnt emitted by the corpses under the scorching flames. The two newly-established families, Karazaweisen and Kremerdo, occupied more than two-thirds of the area on the open ground in front of the main building of the castle.

They are all dead, and none of them live.

Heinlich stood at the top of a pile of collapsed rubble, silently watching the mercenaries quietly find out from the corners of the castle and the rooms, trying to hide in the dark to escape disaster, or be captured during the stubborn resistance, killed on the spot, or even blown into pieces by shells and grenades, unrecognizable targets. Regardless of whether they are alive or not, the bodies are kept intact, even if they have been scattered and become indistinguishable, they are gathered from all directions and piled up at their feet and in front of them.

All commanding heights were set up with gunmen, probing the heavy machine gun barrels extended from the window of the castle tower, and paying close attention to the movements on the surrounding battlefield. Large pieces of stains were seen from the thick walls, and countless bloodthirsty flying insects following the smell from the corners and wilderness were densely packed together, hovering between the pus that had not yet been completely solidified. While enjoying the feast with a needle-type shun mouth sucking device, they were also eager to lay a huge pile of eggs on the surface of the soon-to-be-decay blocks.

Dozens of people in ragged clothes, dull expressions, and their facial skin was charred by gunfire and heat. Dragged exhausted steps, staggered from the entrance of the castle under the escort of live ammunition soldiers.

They are the last defenders of the two major families of Karazaweisen and Kremerdo in the castle.

There was no sign of emotion on Heinlich's face. However, a vague bead of sweat had begun to penetrate his forehead. Gradually, the rhythm of breathing became faster and faster, and heavier. It seemed that his body was carrying an unimaginable huge weight. And the center of the beautiful pale blue eyes, the pupils were shrinking sharply. It seemed... it was a terrible abyss that could accommodate infinite sin, enough to swallow everything observed by the eyes.

Grasping the assault rifle cross-body on his shoulder, turning on the security, stepping on the dust that kept flying from the soles of his boots, he jumped down from the top of a stone pile with light movements, and walked to the group of prisoners who had already stopped in the open space. He raised the muzzle and aimed at an old man with the closest distance and the badge of the Karasa Weisen family on his clothes, and pulled the trigger violently.

The muzzle was pouring out flames, and the turbid air immediately added more unique aura from the metal fire. The fingers holding the trigger did not loosen at all. Until all the bullets in the magazine were shot and the meaningless "crack" sound of the gun chamber made. Heinlich threw away the rifle and stepped directly over the old man who had collapsed on the ground, covered with blood-seeking bullet holes all over his body. He pulled out the pistol on his back and walked to the next middle-aged man following behind expressionlessly.

"Bang----"

The bullet was right in the middle of his eyebrows, with a look of fear on his face that he was disbelievingly afraid. The man leaned back and fell heavily back.

Third, a woman in the Kremerdo family is about thirty years old.

The fourth one, an eleven or two-year-old girl.

The fifth one, a pregnant woman with a high abdomen and a face full of begging and despair...

All the pistols and bullets were emptied. There were eight family members escorted out of the castle. They surrounded each other, curled up desperately, and retreated, trying to hide themselves behind the figure standing in front of them. It seemed that this behavior could bring them real safety, away from the killer who was throwing away the hot pistol, pulling a dagger from the leather sheath, and step by step, with a more ferocious and cruel expression on his face than a beast.

"Don't, don't kill me. Please! I, I am willing to do anything for you. Help—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

A haggard woman was grabbed by Heinlich and dragged her out of the team. She stretched out her fingers, hugged her roots connected to her scalp, and cried desperately in a tone that was not as fierce as a human voice, but was stabbed directly into her throat by Heinlich, who was pursing her lips, and penetrated through the back of her neck. The pleading sound suddenly stopped. She instinctively retracted her arms and covered the wounds of blood splattering. She bent her knees, rolled her body and fell down, widening her eyes and stared at the gloomy sky. Soon, she stopped moving.

A strong man rushed out of the team and rushed towards the gap between the soldiers standing with fear. This abnormal movement that wanted to get rid of the vain of death was immediately attracted by Heinlich's attention. He turned around, stepped on the wet mud soaked in hot blood on the ground, and strode to the man who was blocked by the soldiers with rifles. He was about to wave the dagger to cut his throat from the side, but he was suddenly caught by the other party and waved his elbow heavily, hitting his right cheek hard, and staggered backwards several steps.

The people in the Karasaweisen family are not completely useless. The man who is surviving in front of him is a mutant with level 2 evolution ability.

The hit part came with a scorching pain. Heinlich stretched out his left hand, pulled off the scratched oily skin on his face, twisted his neck unintentionally, turned the fighting knife pinched in his right hand into a reverse grip, spat hard at the ground, and continued to take steps forward steadily.

"Anyway, I can't live, I... I will take you to hell with you———"

Perhaps because he understood that things were not done, the despair on the man's face instantly turned into a ferocious ferocious beast like a mad beast. He spread his arms, his white teeth appeared from his mouth, and a terrifying "hoho" sound came from his throat. With the red bloodshot that filled his entire eye socket, he rushed towards Heinlich, who was walking towards him.

The two people collided immediately. The man quickly tightened his arms and firmly clamped Heinlich's abdomen. At the same time, he opened his mouth and bitten to each other's shoulders, neck, cheeks, and all possible places where he could be reached. This sudden change hit Heinlich all the next moves. The man's desperate attack caused the two people to lose the center of gravity of supporting balance and fell on the wet and muddy bloody ground. Rolling, twisting, struggling, cursing... There is no such thing as so-called degree and fighting skills. It is simply a competition of who is stronger than who is more powerful, and who is more indifferent to death and who is more crazy than the devil. Knife, teeth, fists, broken bricks... All things that can be used are weapons. In the floating and shaking of the two balance trays of death and life, there is no balance between the two coexistence.

Heinlich could not remember how many bites he had been bitten and how many times he was hit by gravel? He knew that the moment he broke free from the man's arm with his right hand, he had pierced through the other party's vest. Amid the shrill screams and howlings, the man's tight arm, which was gradually loosened, spitting out a large ball of blood foam, twisting in pain among the mud and blood corpses. A few minutes later, Kong's lost eyes had turned a faint white eyelid.

The body is covered with mud and blood is everywhere.

Some flow out of your own body, and more belong to others.

He arched the back of his hand and wiped away the dirty mud and water that was splashing on the corner of his mouth. Heinlich half-kneeled and straightened his body, gasping heavily, rubbed the fighting blade on the kutui, and walked slowly by the remaining prisoners of war with difficulty. Finally, he stood in front of a girl who was eight or nine years old, with a slightly open mouth, was already scared and lost her blood color, and could not speak any sound.

As he stretched out his hand and hugged the girl's head, the moment the blade was placed horizontally on his tender throat, Heinlich clearly felt the warmth coming from the surface of his palm, the light touch of liquid flowing in his blood vessels, and the pair of black eyes full of despair, but full of curiosity and fantasy for everything in the world, and the bright black eyes.

Heinlich's hands began to tremble.

He turned his head and tried his best to avoid the gaze of the childish eyes—it was as pure as water, as transparent as air, without any sin, and could not see any dirty things that should be unique to humans.

I have seen countless pairs of the same eyes.

Nephew, sister, cousin, niece...

The oldest among them is only eleven years old. He is just less than six months old.

Their surname is Ella Blauke.

Nowadays, you can only find heads filled with cotton and lime, or soaked in formalin solution for anti-corrosion treatment in the lord's room occupied by Sverna.

All my tribe members are dead. Why do you still have to live?

The same blood and cruelty must be imposed on you.

I...no reason to let her go——

He raised his head and looked up to the sky. The bloody wind blew by his face, pricking his eyes and felt like he wanted to close and cry.

The sharp knife tip cut the soft skin surface, cut the muscles, cut the throat, and suddenly contracted nerves, holding the young body tightly held in the arms, trembling... When everything returned to calm, and only the living prisoners next to him could hear the pain and sorrow and cursing, Heinlich finally felt that a weak and young life was gradually fading away from his own hands.

Release his arm and the girl who lost control pounced heavily on her face.

Looking at the bright red remaining between his fingers, the stiff muscles on Heinlich's face suddenly softened and bent into a male-like special charm, enough to make any woman smile.

He knows...

From this moment on, I am no longer the young man who was able to work hard to survive and become the leader of the clan.

My hands were covered with blood and could no longer be washed.

Whether it is because of hatred or revenge, murder is a kind of sin.

From a human to a devil...it's so simple.

I can no longer be considered a human being. I have a body but cannot have a kind heart. I am a wolf, a beast, a ghost that devours everything and gnaws human bones in the dark——

The smoke of gunpowder lingers over the castle for a long time.

Looking at the golden sunlight wiping back and forth by black smoke and faintly shooting from the middle of the radiating clouds, Heinlich raised his arm in a daze and trembled his face.

He no longer believes in the so-called light. Everything he guards for is destroyed, and the world is no longer worthy of nostalgia. He abandons feelings and conscience, and lives in a daze like a walking zombie... This is my future.

......

On the rooftop of Ellabrook Castle, a slender wire in the shape of a "dry" stands high. The top is pointed directly towards the hazy and gray sky.

The broken conference hall has been cleaned up, and the gravel bricks that collapsed in the explosion were gathered in the corner of the house to form several hills more than one person high. Only two-thirds of the long strip table in the middle was kept intact, and several guards dragged the cables and were busy between the room's power supply and the table and chairs.

Lin Xiang sat on a leather chair with exquisite patterns and stared calmly at the remote communicator placed on the table.

This is the seized spoil. The communication power and coverage range of similar instruments produced at the 6571 base are similar to that of them. However, Lin Xiang did not choose his own sika, but took it off the poisoned skeleton soldier and reinstalled the power supply for energy replenishment.

The Crescent City is very far away from the Castle of Ella Blauke, and he doesn't have much time to run back and forth between the two places. With more and more contact with the Black Prison Empire, the rift between the Dragon Teng Ling and the "Redeners" group is getting bigger and bigger. What's more, Aphra has already made it clearer—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Lin Xiang really wanted to meet Alfra again. Of course, there are many ways to meet. The exhibition of science and technology makes the direct visual effects of human senses no longer require face-to-face methods. Screens, electricity, signals... When all this is mixed, you can also see clear images and hear sounds that are enough to hear.

In the lower right corner of the twelve-inch electronic screen, there was a green light that represented the power supply being turned on. Lin Xiang did not reach out to adjust the fixed electric frequency on the communicator, but just sat there quietly, waiting silently.

The unstable bo movement caused the snow dots on the surface of the screen to jump back and forth. After a few minutes, the edge of the blue-gray linear pattern in the center of the screen suddenly shaking out a twisted human face. Steady, harmonize, and change the direction of the antenna... After a series of tense and orderly actions, the rectangular screen horizontal surface finally appeared Avra's gentle and kind face as if the owner next door was next to him.

"How could it be you?"

She was wearing loose home clothes as usual. The moment she looked and the picture came into contact with the picture, a trace of shock was clearly seen in the depths of her black eyes. In a moment, she had returned to peace.

“Where is Glaswalker and the others?”

Aphra did not continue to say something with strong negative emotions, but instead asked another question that seemed to be her most concerned at the moment.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xiang's mouth.

"All members of the Ella Blauke family were killed. I really can't find any reason to let the murderer who committed the violence continue to live. I have to admit that I really despise the role you play in this game. You are much more crazy, fierce, cold-blooded, cruel than I thought... As a woman, I must say "admiration" to you."

"You can kill Glaswalker...the hidden strength is much stronger than I thought."

Aphra didn't want to pay attention to Lin Xiang's words at all. She frowned on the screen and said coldly: "I don't know where your strange confidence comes from? But you should understand that you will never win against the Skeleton Knights."

"Yes! You are indeed a skeleton knight. But you are also a redeemer."

Lin Xiang smiled and corrected the mistake in the other party's words.

“There are not much differences between the two———”

Aphra shook his head lightly: "You won't understand the internal configuration of the Knights, and this shouldn't be the main topic you want to talk to me at this moment. I have always thought that you are a very rare replica with self-independent consciousness. I don't understand why the Red Republican Army created a synthetic life like yours? But I don't mind everything you did in Hidden Moon City. If you keep the city honestly, instead of annexing Sosbia and Ferdinand as you are now, we... can still be friendly."

"oh?"

Lin Xiang smiled: "From the beginning, you treated me as a self-bsp; "In this world, there are not many people who can become chess pieces."

Aphra did not deny Lin Xiang's words at all: "It's not only you, but Sosbia and Ferdinand are the same. The material aid provided to you is not for war or death. I need a stable development area, but you just regard this as acquiescence to be able to kill freely."

"Stablize?"

Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows and keenly grasped the hidden meaning in the other party's words: "Are you making material reserves for the expansion of the Black Prison Empire? Sosbia and Ferdinand, Yinyue City and the Family Alliance will become the future resource and property of the empire?"

"You are much smarter than I thought. Unfortunately, it was too late to see through."

The sound coming from the screen microphone is undisguisedly sarcastic.

"So, you don't want to see Longteng's lord getting stronger and stronger. To curb and to make me face two-line battles, you must completely control the family alliance and let them send troops from the north?"

Lin Xiang asked reluctantly.

"Will it feel great after the truth is revealed? Do you have the sense of accomplishment of defeating conspiracies?"
Chapter completed!