"Huna issued an extinction order?"

Lin Xiang cheered up and sat upright. He knew very well that there was no special reason, Elena would never appear here. After all, "." "The only one woman in the emperor was Ying Jia.

In ancient times, there were always many other individuals between emperors and women than the former. In fact, as long as Lin Xiang was willing, the women around him could have as many as tens of millions of women overnight. Or like Shi Dong and Salton, the black mine supervisor, had countless "wifes" like that. But he did not do that. For the reason." To a large extent, it was because of Ying Jia, the first love lover. More because of Lin Xiang himself.

Ying Jia is not the kind of fierce and savage jealous woman. She doesn't mind how many women there are around Lin Xiang. However, Lin Xiang cannot bring every woman he likes back to the harem. The reason is very simple - the physique of an ordinary person can never be compared with parasitics. The strength of the body cells determines that the physical functions and tolerance of the two bodies in an excited and wild state cannot be the same. Even if a woman is really afraid of death and takes off her clothes to cater to Lin Xiang, she will be crushed into pieces by powerful biological energy at the moment when the genitals enter the body.

The empire has a population of tens of millions. In Lin Xiang's opinion, of course, there are beauties whose beauty and figure are not as weak as Elena. But they can only see fragile porcelain that cannot be used. Although they can control their superpowers to a certain extent and minimize their wild energy, they are still unable to be accepted by ordinary humans. It is like a female ants being raped by a male elephant in estrus. Foreign objects with too much body volume exceeding the former must be forced into it, which will only burst the amount of estrus.

Lin Xiang is no longer a parasitic. He added blood and could not transform anyone. The word "beauty" was even more fragile to him than the inflatable dolls of the old era.

"The order of extinction must be granted by the emperor-"

Elena smiled, took a step back, lifted the burqa, took out a document with the dragon logo, held it high above her head, and handed it respectfully.

Looking at the sentences written in standard Chinese characters on the document, Lin Xiang suddenly curled up his lips and smiled. His smile always had a strange charm, cold, hideous, angry, and even a bit of fearful cruelty.

"Low straighten the city, don't leave any one." He kept smiling, his speech so calm that he could not hear any emotional fluctuations: "Also, tell Xu Na and Heinrich that all sixteen vassal families will die. I want to see a path of death from the imperial capital to the 19th City of Life. Crucible everyone. Women, old people." "And there are children, even babies, that must not be spared-----"

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Ule, located in the northwest of Yekaterinburg, Russia in the old era.

Even in the last century, most of the land here was sparsely populated salt marshes. It is located in the cold zone and the climate is wet and cold all year round. Except for the Viagra season, it is kept frozen for most of the year. The traffic conditions are very bad, and many places are even following the dirt roads built by the ancient Tsar era. Compared with the wide highways in the civilization period, they are undoubtedly just regular paths made of mud. However, no one can predict what happens in the world - in the frozen state, they are actually more lasting than advanced projects in later generations. Even now, they are still hard and stubborn as unmatched by other road construction materials.

Patrick, with his hands on his back, and his legs spread apart, like a statue made of black iron, stood on the balcony on the second floor of the city lord's residence, staring at the wilderness in the distance with his gloomy and cold eyes. The golden velvet curtains opened a gap to both sides and sunlight shot down from it, covering Patrick's left half of his face without bias. His height was more than two meters, and compared with ordinary people, he was a giant that must be looked up to. His extremely strong, copper-black skin shone with a faint light under his eyes, outlining the outline of thick muscles that were hard like steel. He was squeezed by his expanded chest muscles and was exposed in the middle of the clothes that were open to both sides, revealing bent one by one.

The twisted black body hair. Perhaps because it inherited some of the Indian ancestry from our ancestors, Patrick's hair was naturally curved. It felt like a hat similar to a mushroom-shaped one, covering the entire head. Just yesterday, Patrick had just celebrated his 164th birthday. He didn't like this number representing longevity at all. In any case, Patrick did not look like a centenarian should be. He has always maintained a strong body of about thirty years old, with unprecedented cells and muscles.

The enclosed balcony completely separates the entire space from the outside world. The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and the sunshine and the heat projecting from the sky make this pungent smell spread faster and faster. Among them, there is even a trace of dark stinking that seems to be human feces. Perhaps because I have been standing for too long, I want to change to a more comfortable position. Patrick slowly turned around and pulled a heavy solid wood chair from the wall and sat down. With this blazing hot light that seemed too dazzling, silently stared at the big bed behind me in the middle of the room.

It was an antique obtained from the ruins of Yekaterinburg. It is said that it should be a treasure of the Tsarist family during the ancient kingdom period. In that era, "art" could make any object expensive. The carefully carved patterns, with baroque silver decorations, and the dark red silk curtains all mean that it is a valuable treasure. But in Patrick's eyes, the bed is just a bed.

Two naked women were lying on the bed in an extremely strange position. They had good figures, full chests, soft waists, and slender and round legs. Their skin was white and red and moist, and their lips were wet and moist. No matter where they went, they were the focus of many male gazes. Of course, the visual components were nothing to do with words such as admiration and admiration.

I just wanted to tear their clothes apart as soon as possible, press them under my body, and use the wildest and most arrogant actions to rapaciously.

"Bang." "Yeah! That's right, that's the word.

Patrick nodded subconsciously. He kept thinking about what words should be used to express what he had just experienced last night.

He was drunk.

Of course, it was not that the whole person was drunk as if he was dead, but that his brain was stimulated by alcohol, and seemed to be placed in flames, wrapped in hot and blazing heat, which was unbearable, but slightly drunk with a strong sense of excitement. He wanted to do evil, wanted to vent, and wanted to find some fun games that could satisfy his desires. So, the two women were sent to Patrick's room. "." God knew what happened between them, and even Patrick was difficult to think clearly about the details.

He only remembered that they begged for themselves, and seemed to release all their strength in the screams." "The ** broke, and the lips used as ** were torn apart, and the legs, feet and hands were twisted in the opposite direction." "." Finally, the top of the scattered genitals finally sprayed out a mass of fishy, ​​thick and sticky slurry. It was like a bullet fired by a large-caliber hand gun, penetrated the woman's head hard, and with a delayed speed, it roared and hit the opposite wall, smashing a hole about five centimeters deep, irregular. They were all Xia Ji people.

Ule is the second angel city set up by the Skeleton Knights in Asia. It has a complete biochemical workshop. It is very simple to produce replicas. These are life-like "products" that are arranged by computer programs and generate complete individuals according to the predetermined genes. This is a benefit for all Skeleton Knights in Ule. Whether men or women, individual objects that meet the requirements can be obtained from the quarantine officer.

Strictly speaking, Patrick should be classified as a "good person". Perhaps it was because of his experience in the old era! He still maintains some special qualities that others think are difficult to understand - he is not just because he is the city lord.

In some cases, special power is deliberately used. For refugees who are dependent outside the city, he often gives simple food. Compared with the almost indulgent management model in Raphael, Ule can be described as "harsh" under the control of Patrick. But in fact, this is only relatively speaking. Compared with ordinary people, the power of the Skeleton Knights is almost unlimited. They can do whatever they want. There is no law in this world.

Looking at the two cold and stiff corpses lying on the bed, Patrick couldn't help but feel unspeakable guilt - Copy people are actually ordinary people. They have not evolved or strengthened their abilities, so they naturally cannot withstand the violent ravages of Patrick as the nine-star parasite. Although they are toys, they are humans with life after all. Their eyes are wide-blanked, their limbs bent to strange angles, and their lower bodies are completely torn and separated, and their dark blood stains are tightly stuck to the mattress sheet." "Patrick leaned down and sighed a long time, inserting his hands and ten fingers deep into the base of his hair, tightly tying his rough scalp.

"O God." "What did I do."

He suddenly remembered his dead wife, and his face that was always sitting in the children's car in his memory, gently shaking by himself, making him laugh, and tender and cute.

In the old days, Patrick was not an American at the beginning. He lived in Aguascatellis, Mexico, and was a small civil servant at the local municipality. He had a wife who was not pretty but gentle, and a son who had just been eight months old and could barely issue a syllable of "mom".

That day, he took the bus to work as usual. After returning home, he did not see his wife and son, but he was waiting for the call from the police station. When Patrick stumbled all the way to the scene of the incident, the murder scene that was surrounded by yellow and black guards was only the wife who was blown out by a large-caliber gun and the children's carriage that was flipped into the ditch on the side of the road.

This was a robbery. The target was Patrick's son. According to witnesses at the scene, a minivan drove past Patrick's wife at that time. A guy with a shaved head and a fat face turned on a gun and shot without saying a word, and then kidnapped the baby from the baby carriage.

The policeman repeatedly promised to catch the murderer. Patrick didn't know when he would go home. He only remembered that he knelt in front of his wife's body and cried for a long time. His hands were clenched into fists and hit the ground hard. It seemed that someone pulled him away and stared blankly at the busy policeman back and forth. "." His mind was blank.

A week later, the police station heard again - the northern border city of El Povenir, seized more than a dozen women suspected of crossing the border with poisonous drugs. Each of them took their children with their children, claiming that they were the mother of the children. After x-ray test, a total of fifteen babies underwent surgery. Their bodies were hollowed out and their abdomen were stuffed with blocky sea rogues wrapped in plastic film. All babies were pretending to be sleeping. If a police officer had not had some understanding of nursing, they might have been confused by these people.

In the morgue of El Povenir Municipal Police Department, Patrick met his child.

He was very small, his eyes were closed, and he no longer had the usual cute smile. From below the back of his chest, his whole body was completely deflated and sunken. Blue-gray corpse spots appeared on the surface of his chubby hands and feet. "." It is hard to imagine that someone would attack such a child. In the cruelest way, he cut his skin, took out his internal organs, and then put them in poisonous products weighing several kilograms.

Patrick rushed into the bank like crazy and offered more than 200,000 pesos he and his wife had saved. He sold the house and all valuable items, and began to buy weapons in various ways.

He knew who the drug dealers were. Of course, those women arrested by police were not the real culprits of killing their wives and children. They were just the pawns at the bottom of the entire drug trafficking network. Those who truly possessed rich interests and power lived in the most luxurious Biejian in the city. Almost everyone knew that he was selling drugs and understood where the countless banknotes in his safe came from. But the police officer was helpless with him. That man had been to court at least six times, and each trial result was acquitted. He had the best lawyers in the country and even the world. Under the temptation of thick stacks of banknotes, no one could guarantee whether the judge and the police officer would stand on his side.

On the morning when Patrick bought a U-step gun and was about to implement his revenge plan, a middle-aged man who claimed to be from the United States found him. Every skeleton knight had experienced the next thing. Blood draw, comparison, verification." After a series of tedious processes, he placed a huge suitcase in front of Patrick. He slammed the keyhole and opened it, and piles of dollars emitting the fragrance of ink were neatly placed inside.

"Join us, all of this is your addition."

The middle-aged man added: "This is only one tenth. If not enough, I can give you more."

Money means nothing to Patrick.

He had only one request - to kill the poisonous drug dealer who lived in a luxurious villa. In order to achieve this wish, he would rather sell his soul to the devil.

The ant that had been climbing up the chair slowly moved forward on the back of Patrick's left hand, causing a slight itch.

It also awakened him from the bloody memories and returned to the same bloody reality.

"It's been over a hundred years."

Sighing and shook his head, Patrick smiled self-deprecatingly, bent his fingers and bounced the overly bold little bug away from the back of his hand. His dull eyes gathered again on the silent corpse in the bed.

He is the lord of Ule, a skeleton knight with the rank of lieutenant general.

He has countless money, in charge of more than 80 skeleton knights who are ranked first for the first time, and more than 60,000 replica soldiers with level three to four evolutionary abilities.

Here, Patrick is the well-deserved king.

Not many people he feared - the Nine Star Parasite, which is already an extremely powerful existence in this world. Of course, there are terrifying parasites above it. But they are too far away from themselves. Except for those individuals in the Rockefeller family who have sudden mutations, in the wasteland world, Patrick has not heard of any parasites with other surnames.

He has already obtained everything he once pursued. Money, women, life that he enjoys wildly, and power to control the fate of others."

..If this is happiness, then Patrick is undoubtedly the lucky one immersed in the depths of sweetness.

However, his mood was still heavy. Especially after the passion was released, he always remembered his long-dead wife and son.

Flies hover in the air. Around the two fresh corpses on the bed, they formed a lingering circle, making an annoying and irritating "buzzing" sound.

Patrick still didn't move. Even he couldn't explain why, he just wanted to sit here and wait silently for time to pass.

The "buzzing" sound became louder and louder, making the eardrums hurt, and it was very uncomfortable.

Patrick suddenly stood up from the chair, rushed down in front of the window like crazy, pulled open the thick velvet curtain, raised his head, widened his eyes, and stared at the sky.

Flies in the wasteland world have mutated. They are almost unlimited by the climate, and even in the cold winter, they can still see their shadows. The flesh and blood still have no difference from the old days. However, this sound, which is exactly the same as the wings, is obviously not from them.

Too big, deafening.

This sonic boom caused by speed can only be detected by the diffusion consciousness of higher-level parasites. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!