The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"A lot of souls have come in the past two days, and most of them are little bad guys. Silent Hill is very happy." The little girl in the old-fashioned and worn-out school uniform rolled on the bed, her two legs wrapped in white pantyhose swaying, very cute: "I am also very happy, I can finally run out and play with you, dear mommy, although the time I can stay is limited."

"Mommy?" Ophelia smiled and walked slowly to the bedside: "This is the first time we meet, you call me mommy?"

"Is it not possible?" Alyssa sat up and tilted her head with a smirk on her face: "Aren't you all the same person anyway? You just look different."

"Okay, but you're still a little rascal."

As she spoke, Ophelia picked up Alesha and kissed her dirty face with her red lips a few times before putting the little girl back. "I'm busy killing people now. You can have fun by yourself first. I'll ask you for help later. But you are not allowed to hurt the soldiers and civilians around. They are my people now."

"Okay Mommy~"

Alyssa jumped off the bed, hugged the woman tightly, and happily disappeared behind the bedroom wall.

Ophelia then continued to open the passage.

It was still the familiar church lobby, with the familiar prayer benches, dolls, puppets, ammunition boxes, workbenches, and Donna Benevento, who was dressed like a mourner. When the door was pushed open, the puppeteer stood up abruptly, but when she saw the face of the person pushing the door, she didn't recognize him at all, so she screamed and stepped back, almost tripping over a chair.

"Oh, you are here? We can introduce ourselves slowly later, little girl. I'm very busy now." After Ophelia finished speaking, she turned and shouted to the Countess's family in the corner: "Bella! Cassandra! Daniela! Follow me! It's time for dinner... Wait - Achina! I'm not calling you, stay here and don't move! Let your three daughters follow me!"

The three Lalala sisters came running as instructed.

"Goodbye."

Once they were through the passage, Ophelia said goodbye to the trembling Donna and slammed the door.

"Ah... look at you... when was the last time we met? You must be very lonely?" Ophelia curled the corners of her mouth and put her hands on Bella and Cassandra's waist respectively. The next moment, the two women turned around, stretched out their hands together, and threw their masters onto the bed.

"Wait, don't..."

Ophelia laughed and let out a soft cry. She wanted to speak more, but Bella rode on top of her and roughly grabbed the woman's throat with one hand, blocking the rest of her words. Cassandra followed closely behind and sat on the edge of the bed, holding out her hand to her master.

The power of the Black Light Servant was far beyond that of an ordinary person. This throat-locking action alone was enough to cut off the airflow in Ophelia's throat. Although she didn't actually need to breathe, she was still willing to relive this feeling, even though the feeling at the moment was a far cry from suffocation.

Bella looked down at her master's face, her eyes still emotionless, as if she was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered. She pushed her right palm upwards, changing the tiger's mouth to lock the throat to holding the jaw, this action gave Ophelia an opportunity, and she immediately gasped.

She even began to struggle in a very dramatic way.

However, the strength that could easily knock down several strong men in the past seemed to have lost its effect at this moment. After both wrists were held down, Ophelia slowly opened her red lips, and licked the back of Bella's hand with her forked tongue. A hint of pink gradually appeared in her green eyes.

A finger then slipped into Ophelia's mouth.

The woman uttered a gentle, flattering tremor and arched her chest upward.

But just then, an explosion in the distance ruined the atmosphere.

Bella and Cassandra stopped moving and slowly pulled their hands back.

Ophelia's red lips followed her fingers and moved forward a little, leaving a kiss on the fingertips reluctantly, then raised her hand to check the time, then squeezed her thighs and slowly sat up. Bella was standing right in front of her, casting two indifferent glances at her, as if nothing had happened just now.

"...Okay, I'm actually the lonely one, but the timing of our time together is always bad, isn't it?" Taking two deep breaths, Ophelia buttoned up her unbuttoned shirt, stood up and adjusted her belt.

It’s true that I feel a little disappointed.

The black light servant is still quite stupid and can't even speak.

Apart from combat, these creatures are usually just puppets. Once they lose physical contact with you, they will quickly return to their original indifferent appearance. Combined with the performance in the game "Prototype", most of the Blacklight servants have their combat IQ and skills fixed from the moment they are transformed/bred.

Especially those who were transformed, who had never learned to drive before the transformation, and it was impossible to expect them to get a driver's license after the transformation. For example, Countess Achina and the three sisters Lala Lala were superhumans, and they were enough to deal with ordinary human soldiers.

Of course, if it is thrown into the front battlefield to fight against heavy firepower, it will be beaten into pieces.

Even Ophelia herself could not withstand a shell without any damage to her body, but she had not transformed a blacklight servant for a long time. The abilities of her blacklight body were now stronger than before. Perhaps the newly transformed blacklight servant would be even more powerful than before.

In any case, this speculation is about to be verified.

As for the current bombardment, it was actually not that bad. During the rare golden period of development in Visaniko, the town had many modern concrete buildings, which were difficult to collapse with small and medium-sized mortar shells alone. Now the soldiers on the outer perimeter of the eastern defense line had already sought cover nearby, and the casualty rate reported to Ophelia was very low.

Nicolai and Iben were naturally aware of this. They had no bombers, no battleships, no heavy artillery and no armored forces. Their biggest bargaining chip was still the group of infantry equipped with heavy machine guns and pickup trucks. Moreover, the battle for territory in the past few days had consumed a lot of resources, so the mortar unit had to retain enough artillery shells to provide support for large-scale firefights.

These people can't stand a stalemate.

There is a high probability that everyone will hold the idea of ​​a breakthrough.

Thinking of this, she sat back on the bed and couldn't help but glance at the time again, listening to the sporadic explosions outside, and looking at the three Lalala sisters in front of her.

...No, I have to find something to do.

After letting the three sisters hide in the closet, Ophelia left the room and climbed up to the roof, raising the telescope towards the outer perimeter of the eastern defense line. Smoke caused by the shelling appeared sporadically in the field of vision, and some of the smoke was smoke bombs dropped by their own people in some safe open areas when they drove out to lure the sight of the Semu coalition's shelling troops.

In fact, it wasn’t completely an empty space, but everyone had already run away.

She sent a communication to Sarovich and learned that Ratio had organized 7 people at Pier 31, plus 24 people recruited by Hydra from the civilian population in the area, and currently there were 55 Croat soldiers heading to the outer perimeter of the eastern defense line. When they successfully joined forces, there would be about 200 people there, and they were fully equipped and had enough ammunition, so they could fight the Semu coalition for a few rounds.

"There is poison gas in the room. No one is allowed to enter."

After going downstairs and giving a few instructions, Ophelia drove back to the eastern defense line with two Hydra soldiers. It was almost 5 o'clock and the noise of the exchange of fire was getting louder and louder. This meant that the vanguards of the Semu coalition had begun to arrive one after another. Even if the Croat soldiers were reluctant to face the mortar shells, they had to return to their positions.

"Are you sure you don't want an entourage, ma'am?"

Sarovich was worried: "This is not a small force."

"If you don't have confidence in me, at least you should have confidence in my poison gas. I don't want to poison you all to death." Ophelia held the steering wheel with a cigarette in her mouth. "You have also seen how I fight. Who do you think can keep up with me here?"

"...Okay, please be careful."

After confirming the action plan with her adjutant, Ophelia stepped on the accelerator and drove the jeep out of the eastern defense line. The soldiers who were waiting in battle array cast their eyes on her and sent her off until she disappeared at the end of the street.

Relying on fragments of local people's memories, Ophelia quickly parked the car in a hidden corner. She went around to the back of the car and opened the heavy ammunition box that had been hidden in advance.

boom--!

A mortar shell exploded in the distance.

The tentacle figure next to the jeep slowly returned to its original shape and put on a custom-made tights covered with nylon straps. The tentacles quickly stretched out again, rolled up bulletproof plates and armor pieces from the ammunition box, and fixed them to the tights one by one.

Two minutes later, a strong man in armor gradually took shape. He grabbed the Deathstroke mask, and his eyes under the eyepiece showed scarlet. Watson moved around and felt that this set of Deathstroke armor was much better than the previous version. It was more flexible, and thanks to the significant improvement in the body's ability to withstand blows, the new version of Deathstroke armor was no longer so burly and bloated.

He got in the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Not long after running, the figures of the Semu coalition soldiers appeared in front of them.

Ignoring their shouts, Watson turned the steering wheel to stop the car, stepped on the ground amid several gunshots from the opposite side, and raised the RPK light machine gun in his hand.

boom! boom! boom!

Three bursts of fire knocked down three people on the opposite side.

The soldiers' AK automatic rifles could not cause effective damage to the Deathstroke armor. When they saw their RPG teammates being knocked down, they hurriedly looked for cover. At the same time, a smoke bomb was thrown out by Watson's tentacles and landed accurately in the middle of the enemy.

He didn't even try to dodge, and continued to trot forward with his gun in hand. Soon, several more unlucky guys who were shooting were shot. In just 10 seconds, nearly half of the dozen members of the combat team had been killed. The remaining members only dared to stick out their guns and try to use grenades to turn the situation around.

The smoke spread quickly.

The figure in Deathstroke's armor was submerged, and with an explosion, the gunfire stopped.

Watson stood in the middle of the intersection, his tentacles retracted from all directions, and the fallen soldiers of the Semu Alliance around him got up one by one, their movements were as awkward as zombies. But not long after, they returned to normal, picked up their dropped weapons, and looked at their new master with two bloodshot eyes.

【go ahead】

After identifying the gunshots around him, Watson raised his hand and pointed at the intersection. The Black Light servants turned around in unison and walked forward with guns in hand.