"Didn't you see..."

Nicolai stepped forward and stood side by side with Grivet.

Facing the girl in front of him.

That girl with a face full of blood-red streaks and a sweet and gentle smile.

"Oh?" The Blood Magician chuckled: "Another one is here?"

There was doubt on Nicolai's thin and pale face.

"It doesn't matter," Gisa shook his head, his eyes revealing an unconcerned ease: "My reserves are sufficient."

The next moment, the magician gently touched Kilika behind him.

The multi-headed snake trembled again and released two giant tentacles.

The tentacles continued to tremble on the ground, and then slowly tore open, opening two holes several people high.

Nicolai’s pupils shrank!

I saw one, two, three... dozens of people slowly walking out of those two openings.

Walking towards him was an old woman with a vicissitudes of life. She was first confused, then confused, and then looked at her whole body with horror on her face.

Dozens of people, big and small, men, women and children, all became stunned after the initial confusion.

Then... they all walked towards Griwal in unison!

Nicolai turned his head suddenly and looked at Griwal: "Could it be that..."

Grivet shook his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with tears of grief, anger and desolation.

"Grivo?" The leading old woman opened her eyes with fear. She seemed to know Grievo: "Good boy, what is going on? I remember just now..."

"Ah!" The old woman lowered her head in surprise, looking at her shrunken and thin legs, moving forward and backward with her body: "How... can I stand up? My legs are healed

?”

"Grandma Dawo..." Grewal looked at the old woman's figure, closed his eyes sadly, and slammed the gun on the ground: "Asshole..."

"No," the old woman realized something immediately, and she said in a panic: "My body...my body...why can't I move? Why am I walking by myself?"

Grandma Davao was not the only one to have this reaction, almost everyone among the dozens of people had the same situation, panic, fear, and shock, appearing behind the crowd.

"what happened?"

"my hand……"

"Ahhh! I can't walk so fast. I'm too old and I will fall..."

"Oh my God, look, it's a monster! It's the monster I saw before I fainted!"

Yet the crowd kept moving forward.

At that moment, the stunned Nicolai understood something.

"They couldn't help it..." Tears flowed out of Grivet's closed eyes again, and his voice was intermittent: "They... these civilians in the shield area, after being eaten by that monster, that beast, they don't know what they did...

…”

"Now she controls their bodies..."

Nicolai looked at the crowd advancing towards them in disbelief.

Watching them still noisy, questioning, arguing, even crying, shouting, and roaring.

Just like the most ordinary residents of the Shield District.

"Oh no, I didn't eat them."

"They are intact, independent individuals," the Blood Magic Master sighed: "Each of them is a life..."

Nicolai looked at the corpses on the ground beside Grivet and understood completely.

He took a step forward, his palms twisting unconsciously with anger: "Soul-killing gun?"

Grivet swallowed hard and shook his head in pain.

"It's different from other tentacle monsters..." The lame, one-eared man suppressed his grief: "'Kujue' can't directly hurt her - it only kills these people themselves."

The blood magician smiled like a flower: "That's right!"

"Didn't you say that you will protect this area?" The girl who looked like a devil at this moment smiled, and the blood-colored markings on her face were particularly weird and terrifying: "Then let me see your determination...

…”

"I have thousands of people!"

The frightened crowd quickened their pace, tightly blocking between the two extreme realm and magic masters.

"Ahhhh--" Grewal roared in grief and anger!

Nicolai took a deep breath and calmed down.

"They're just ordinary civilians... Or, we can break through them non-stop, regardless of the cost," the Fallen Starman shook off the soul-breaking blade in his hand, and said coldly: "Go straight for that monster!"

Under the gaze of the Fallen Star, Grivet still shook his head with difficulty.

Nicolai frowned: he suddenly noticed that Grievor had many wounds all over his body.

The magician answered his doubts for him.

"Ordinary civilians?" Gisa smiled softly: "No..."

"These are thousands of people who think clearly, have a clear mind, and can even speak for themselves..."

"But not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, not flinching, not stopping, without reservation, without hesitation..." The blood magician tilted his head, crossed his lips with his fingers, and smiled charmingly:

"Flesh doll!"

As her words fell, the leader of the group, Grandma Dawo, suddenly screamed!

The next moment, the old woman suddenly leaned down and landed on all fours.

The crowd behind her suddenly burst into an uproar.

Under my exclamation, Grandma Davao used her hands and feet like a feline, with agility and speed that was incompatible with her age and body, leaping over a distance of more than ten meters in a few seconds, just like hunting prey.

To Grieve!

"No!" Griwal yelled in pain, turned the head of the gun upside down, and used the handle of the gun to swipe Grandma Davo back hard!

As Grandma Dawo screamed in pain, she flew back to a ruins and fell hard.

"boom!"

The old man's bones seemed to be very fragile, so Grandma Davao's left hand was bent and deformed!

Nicolai opened his eyes angrily, watching Grandma Davo, under her own cry of pain, use her broken left hand to support the ground again, and fight back against Griwal.

The old man's screams echoed in Nicolai's ears.

sorry.

sorry.

Grivet raised his head suddenly and shouted loudly:

"Ahhh!"

This time, Griveaux opened his eyes angrily, and with tears streaming down his face, he tremblingly held out the gun tip.

"laugh!"

A shot pierced Grandma Davao!

"Grewal...child..." Grandma Dawo had an incredible expression on her face.

Then, Grandma Dawo's face turned black, she lost all her vitality, and she slowly collapsed.

A collective howl of panic erupted from the crowd.

Grivet gritted his teeth and gasped.

"Alas, these people are not as useful as my little cuties," the Blood Magician covered his mouth and chuckled, the blood spots on his face swaying like reeds in the wind: "Of course, facing them, you are also much weaker.

…”

"Poor humans."

Nicolai looked at all this blankly.

"They..." Grewal's eyes were red. He bit his lower lip and pulled the gun head out of the old woman's body tremblingly: "They will not stop..."

The lame man squeezed the spear in his hand tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to make a fingerprint on it.

"No matter how injured or damaged they are, they will only get up again..."

This is his shield area.

"Coming in waves..."

These are the people he is supposed to protect.
To be continued...