If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 868 Devil
No matter what kind of social group you are in, capable people will always be sought after and admired, and those who are too capable will be bumped into the altar.There are many voices discussing the individual 'Lin Nian' on the Kassel College Forum, positive, negative, positive, and bad-mouthing.

The spontaneous psychological research team deduces and analyzes the future mixed-race leader, what kind of person is the destined dragon slayer; the profiler who minored in criminal psychology tries to restore his character, he His style of doing things——everyone is enthusiastic about all the big and small things about this young man. Although they can't really get in touch with him, they are doing their best to build his appearance and present it in front of them to narrow the distance.

Therefore, in the debate of every line of black and white text, and in the endless noise, one line after another overlapped and pieced together to form a picture that people think should be like that, without too much bias. An individual named "Lin Nian".

This individual is perfect, and North and South Memorial Hospital has proved his undeniable "justice".Japan's eastward trip brought his "growth" and "plasticity", and the Chicago seaport further announced his "force" that had begun to take shape.So go on, go on.Come to the "iron blood" with the wrist overturned in the Wuni Opera House, the "hero" who carried the banner in the small town of Carmel, and the "killing" in the Pearl Tower in the coastal city, until the end. "Dragon Slayer of Destiny".

He has been walking forward, striding forward. If there is a mountain in front of him, he will push it down, and if it is a sea, he will fill it up.

Just like Caesar Gattuso shouted with his fists in his speech at the student union: Go forward, hope and dreams are ahead, no matter how bloody and muddy the challenges and choices are, we will eventually become what we are Thinking about turning back, because there is nothing behind us that we want, this is also the belief that we first took the first step forward.

Everyone saw a halo in Lin Nian, and that was the source of power that pushed this man forward and never looked back.Everyone calls that light the fate, the fate of slaying the dragon. He is truly inspired by this mission and persists unyielding from the beginning to the end. Almost everyone can see that the mission actually pushes him forward and keeps him moving forward. , and then move forward to the forefront to open up a new path.

Even if the road he walks is difficult, even if it is full of mud and choices, he will not deviate from his own path, because he is the perfect heir to the fate of dragon slaying. The push of the mission goes all the way to the end.And the fanatical supporters behind him will unswervingly believe in, protect him, and let him complete the path that he stepped on for everyone.

The path that the Destiny Dragon Slayer is pursuing should be one of truth, light, justice, and conscience!

Everyone is so convinced.

This is the individual named "Lin Nian" in everyone's eyes, the destiny dragon slayer who is inspired, never lost, and always walks on the right path.

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Teacher Toyama Masashi from the Psychology Department once reported to the school board about Lin Nian, a student of Kassel's 'S' level, and there was a comment marked in red at the end of the psychological evaluation report.

【He will never get lost on the "path" he has chosen. 】

[So this means that he will never get lost, and will always be consistent. 】

【Consistently. 】

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In normal life, apart from butchers, the occupation that has been exposed to killing and deprives the most lives is probably pharmacy students.Because on average, almost every pharmacy student has the experience of killing mice.

a phenomenon.A large number of pharmacy students, especially women, generally show signs of resistance and trembling during the initial killing of mice. This is not because they are afraid of the "consequences" that killing mice will cause to them, but because of killing mice. The "process" of white mice.

When a fresh and fluffy life is held in your hands by an inexperienced you, it will struggle, it will twist, it will make an ugly cry, and at that moment you will understand the meaning of the word "life". When you rise to the maximum in your heart, your hands will tremble, and you will feel sick, because you have already thought of the feedback of the broken touch when you crushed its bones and squeezed his internal organs, and these are the so-called "killing". "The materialization of the concept.It is conceivable that even a small white mouse is like this, let alone a living human being.

But what is really interesting is that in reality, there are not many pharmacy students who hate the process of killing mice, because this process is actually not as terrible as imagined.

Because there is a quick way to kill a mouse, you only need to pinch the mouse's neck with your left hand to ensure that the neck will not move even if it struggles, then hold the root of the tail with your right hand, and quickly force the tail root to the mouse's back Pull up above.

"Click" sound.

The entire killing process, which was supposed to make people feel the meaning of "life", was suddenly condensed into the special feeling when the cervical spine was separated, and the final twitching hind limbs of the mouse after death.

You will find that the "process" of deprivation of life is reduced by dozens of times in an instant, and it seems not so unacceptable?
The guilt of killing a person with a knife is always better than that of killing a person with a gun; A grenade killed a man.

The guilt of trampling an ant to death will never compare to that of trampling a summer cicada.

process.The main reason people really resist killing is the process.This is a truth that Lin Nian understood a long time ago, and it is also the subtle changes that he keeps discovering in himself.

When you feel the touch of a knife through a man's bones and muscles as a knife cuts through butter, you mistakenly feel the weight of life.

You can't help but think that life is such a cheap thing.

No matter whether you were kind or not, the weight of life will eventually lose one or more weights on the scale.

On the 17th floor of Runde Building, the bright red and green colors are splashed on the walls and stairs like a paint bucket being overturned. It is the devil who smeared the picture scroll with the brains and internal organs of living people on the cliff of the abyss. Calling the art of violence and killing, while climbing upwards, the cries of ghosts and wolves and the sound of rolling thunder echoed endlessly in the abyss.

It was a dreamlike scene that the directors of B-grade plasma movies could never dream of. They never knew that the human body can be so fragile in front of a sharp weapon. It was just a hazy shadow passing by, and a straight line appeared from the shoulders to the crotch. When the external force pushes the top and bottom of the boundary line lightly, it will start to separate.

It's like cutting a human-shaped water bag, and the liquid and solid stored in it "bang" lost the restraint of shape and sprinkled on the ground, covered with blood-red thorns and mud.

The devil is climbing.Every time he went up a step, a water bag hit the shadow, and it tore.It is a work that has been cut with a knife. It may be a severed head, or a cross-cut, or a cassock cut, or a figure-shaped cut. The angle at which the knife rubs against the water bag is different, and the shape of the human body when it is finally torn apart and falls to the ground is also different. The color of the filth is also different, but it is also so bright red and green.

A scene that can only be seen in hell, the devil is walking to heaven, using human corpses and bones to build a shelter.It is impossible for human beings to accept the picture scroll of hell, so the natural collapse is predictable.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Run! Run! Run!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The festering of the battle line came so fast, the entire resistance process did not exceed ten seconds, because more than ten 'water bags' had already ruptured within ten seconds, they couldn't understand this phenomenon, so they were frightened, and those blood-red eyes The flaming molten golden pupils were like knives scraping their guts bit by bit, until the cowardly juice inside seeped out from the thin gall wall and blew thousands of miles away.

The people behind saw the scene where the human body was torn apart for no reason and lost their minds. They raised their guns and fired regardless of the accidental injury, but only their companions were hit.The corpse that fell after being pierced by the bullet hit the devil, and at the moment of contact, it seemed to have rolled over a high-speed saw blade in the factory. With a 'cha', it broke into two pieces, and fell into the platform and the bottom of the stairs. Other corpses piled on top of each other.

A wall of death was pushed towards them, and the walking devil was the point of the wall, and everything that came near him was cut, torn, and chopped.They are like pigs waiting to be slaughtered on the assembly line, but no factory is so cruel, making the processed products full of pig blood and internal organs screaming and screaming in panic and running around.

The people above couldn't hear the gunfire, so they didn't know what happened below. They yelled what happened and kept pushing down; the people below looked at the companions who were torn apart like toys, and felt the real strong death As he approached, his spirit and will surged upwards with all his strength, tears flowed from his hands and feet.

The incomprehensible and the fear after comprehension began to intersect, roaring, screaming, crowding, footsteps, the name of all the sounds combined is chaos.

In the chaos, there are still many brave men. When they saw the melting pupil monster approaching in a narrow space whose face was half red with blood, it may be driven by fear, or it may be the belief that there will be no eggs under the cover of the nest. , A few meters away, they still had the guts to raise their guns at the devil, their cramped fingers pressed the trigger dead, and all the bullets in the magazine were poured out in the violent butt recoil!

The bullets that were enough to fill the entire corridor actually hit a layer of gray air-flowing walls. It was a spherical 'field', called the 'king' field, which appeared here, and the sparks of star fragments shrouded the air. The shattered bullet casings splashed and refracted in the narrow space, causing more people who were shot to wail.

There is no shadow of sword, light and sword in the way of kendo, such as Yanagyu Xinyin flow, Jingxin Zhizhi flow, and Xingyi flow.You come and go without fighting skills, like Bajiquan, Tai Chi, and free fighting.This is a massacre, and the massacre does not require "skills" to participate. All he has is blood and repression brought about by pure violent crushing.

Poetic chants floated down from the heights of the corridor. The ancient language is also a power called 'King's Servant', which can strengthen the physical strength of the living body in the field.The chaos in the entire corridor subsided a little, because the surviving people pulled a sufficient distance in the violent pushing and shoving, the distance of a whole floor, the distance created space, and the space effectively reduced fear.

Someone started to mobilize and encourage from the back, growling that monsters can be killed, under the effect of Ling Ling, a large amount of adrenaline and endorphins began to be secreted, and the fear was finally suppressed a little, they remembered that they were not All ordinary people, their enemies are monsters, but there are monsters among them!

The sound of footsteps continued to approach, and the muscles of the advance troops swelled unnaturally under the strengthening of the "Servant of the King". Their eyes were bloodshot, and they waved electric batons and jumped down the entire staircase to attack the devil. It filled the space of the whole staircase.

It happened in an instant, death was still so fair, the devil was bathed in blood and turned red and continued to move forward without hesitation or pause.

The spirit of the "Servant of the King" continued to chant, and it became even louder. The chant that was originally poetic became passionate, like a battle song. But is it useful?It is the muscles that are strengthened by the words, not the will and courage.Now all it brings is a group of augmented men continuing to huddle back, weeping, trying to get out of this hellish place.

The chanter of "The King's Servant" still wants to increase his strength, but a heavy invisible "domain" has rapidly expanded to cover the space of the upper and lower ten floors. The ancient language in the middle was locked by the black mist, and the blood that should have been boiling all over his body instantly dropped to freezing point.

Under the pressure of real bloodlines, the words of the inferiors are forbidden.

The first person couldn't bear the pain and completely collapsed. He was pierced through the kneecap by his teammates who shot indiscriminately and fell to the ground. Seeing his companions retreating rapidly, they begged them to take him away and save him, but No one paid any attention to him.

The devil approached, and he lay on the stairs desperately looking at the figure whose face was obscured by the sticky blood. He could only see those fiery red golden pupils, but the other party walked away from him without even looking at him. After passing by, he lay there without moving with his eyes wide open until he finally passed out, because he forgot to breathe, and the body's self-help instinct was hidden because of fear.

More and more people collapsed on the ground, distracted, and some squatted on the ground actively, and their spirits collapsed under the gaze of the molten pupil. They separated on both sides of the corridor, squeezing themselves as hard as they could, hysterically Sponge yourself into corners to make room for the middle.

A brand-new road was formed in this way, but there are always rebels on the road. They chanted the words and tried to kill the devil, but all they got was that the devil moved closer after the road was cleared, and the water bag exploded. The blooming red sprinkled the hair and neck of the trembling descendant who was crawling and squatting on the ground.

None of the kneeling people dared to raise their heads to look at the blood-red devil passing by them. The strong aura had already spread through the smell of blood. It was the coercion that really came from the "spirit". In the earliest chivalrous novels, they called this power 'Longwei'.

They realized that this was indeed a massacre, and this massacre ended when the devil stepped on the emergency exit door on the 21st floor.

Standing in front of the door of the emergency passage, the devil pushed open the door with a high green light. There was no murderous intent like a thunderstorm as imagined behind the door, and there was only a dark corridor, which was quite deserted.

Outside the window of the corridor is the coastal city of heavy rain, the angel has no moon and no thunder and lightning, the rain like a waterfall is hidden in the blackness and muffles.At the end is the conference room with the door open, and the only light source in it is flickering. It is a candle from a cup of wax, illuminating the man sitting there at the end of the long table in the conference room. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, outside the window is the whole city under heavy rain.

The man was far away from the entire lengthy corridor, he silently looked at the bloody ghost that seemed to have stepped out of hell, and leaned away from the backrest without a sound, because only in this way could he make the right decision in the first place. He stared blankly at the blood-red figure, guessing his next move in his heart.

With a distance of tens of meters in the corridor, in the eyes of the two of them, there is only the shadow of a cup of wax between each other, so of course this is not acceptable.

So the devil took a step forward and sat down.In the empty conference room, two shadows were cast on the wall by the burning cup of wax.

The man sat at the other end of the office, staring at the intruder across the way.

The devil sat at this end of the office, looking at the condemned prisoner opposite.

　ps: The Temple of Solomon is the original setting, and the 'Knight' is also the original setting. It's really not a rookie. If Chu Zihang and Caesar are shoulder to shoulder, there is an [-]% chance of overturning—unless Chu Zihang is desperate Became a Super Saiyan three times.

　　
　
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