Chapter 193 Archon
The power sword slashed through Osabel's body. No internal organs and bones destroyed by the decomposition field could be seen. Only a cloud of black smoke appeared where the blade attacked.
Osabel was even too lazy to dodge the attacks of others. Under the gaze of Sister Lucia, she quickly swung the sharp blade in her hand. The Hundred Battle Guards who came around had their hands and legs chopped off one by one, rolling on the ground like human pigs.
"Damn it!" Lucia felt extremely angry and hateful when she saw her sisters being cut off their limbs by Osabel and being packed and dragged away by other conspiracy soldiers. She swung the power sword in her hand with all her strength, trying to find the characteristics of Osabel's armor.
The hot melt pistol in the other hand shot at Osabel without considering the problem of splashing herself. The hot molten stream hit Osabel's body, but the black mist just directly opened a big hole to avoid the attack of the hot melt weapon.
"I'm getting bored." Osabel was bored with the attack of the elder sister. He thought he could have some fun, but after coming in, these monkey idiots were not enough for him to show what swordsmanship was.
He used the anti-gravity field on the armor to lock the power blade, and leisurely put the spirit blade back into the scabbard. With a shake of his palm, a poisoned spike slipped from the gap in the armor into his hand.
Noticing the danger of the elder sister, the other nuns tried to get closer to her, and shot at the archon with the muzzle of their guns, even if there was an alien holding a sharp blade in front of them.
"Don't let them disturb the adults' interest! Throw the screaming grenade!"
The pale grenades carved with crying faces were taken down by the conspiracy soldiers and thrown accurately into the middle of the nuns. The sharp high-frequency screams were made by the unison of thousands of people crying. These screams carrying terror and despair penetrated the protection of the helmet and pierced the nun's ears like armor-piercing bullets.
Nausea! Headache! Blurred vision! Accelerated heartbeat! Cold sweat!
Some nuns without helmets even had their eardrums pierced by the sharp sound, and blood spurted out of their five senses and seven orifices. The strong feeling of nausea made it a luxury for them to control their bodies. They knelt on the ground vomiting the undigested residue in their stomachs.
The support of the nuns was blocked. The elder sister was pierced into the gap of the armor by the spikes of Osabel. The archon found a tricky angle so that the sharpest part of the spikes did not collide head-on with the blessed armor. The dark and cold power of despair isolated the Emperor's blessing.
The long spikes pierced into the armor and into the body of Sister Lucia. The poison took effect the moment it came into contact with the blood, and then spread throughout the body with the activity of the heart.
Lucia only felt coldness on her body. The whites of her eyes had turned pure black, and her originally fair skin was glowing with a layer of cold blue light. She couldn't control her body. She felt that her whole body was made of stone. She couldn't feel the weight of the power armor on her body, nor could she feel her heartbeat and breathing.
"Now you are honest, very good." Osabel sat on the stiff Sister Lucia, admiring the angry faces of the other nuns and absorbing their desperate power of struggle.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Amaraga floated in the air, walking with twisted steps, "Lady Osabel's mist really surprised me!"
Using the scalpel in his hand to cut off the arm of the elder sister, and using the bone clamp to separate the armor on it, Amaraga held the elder sister's arm to admire, "The muscles are strong, the skin is tight, and it feels quite smooth." He tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth to taste it. Amaraga nodded with satisfaction, "The taste is also quite good. The gene sequence is very plastic, and it is very good to be used as a servant."
"Master, if you like it."
Osabel stood up from the elder sister and patted his butt, "Okay, have you caught all these guys? The outer reconnaissance has detected the imperial reinforcement fleet, which will arrive in about half a month. You can still have a good time. Have fun, just treat it as a holiday."
"Great!" The surviving conspiracy group tied up the nuns, threw them into human skin bags and dragged them away. Now the last organized resistance on this planet has been extinguished, and this has become their playground. As for those companions who died unlucky, they didn't care. The more they died, the more slaves they could get. Everyone would do the math.
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Hmm. My head hurts. It feels like it's going to explode.
Where is this?
It's so dark. It smells so bad.
Can you stand up? What's pressing on me?
Reese woke up from the darkness. She touched her body and found that she was still intact, without any missing arms or legs. She touched the book bag on her waist and found nothing. There was only an empty pocket. The poem book that she regarded as her life might have been taken away by the dark elves.
Enduring the stinging pain from her head, Reese groped in the dark. She tried to move the thing that was pressing on her arm away. The thing felt a little soft, like flesh. Reese opened her eyes wide, trying to let herself receive as much light as possible, and then moved her face closer.
It was a nun with her eyes closed, wearing torn armor and clothes, her face stained with blood, and a look of horror, as if she had fallen into some terrible nightmare and could not wake up.
Reese patted her sister's face, but found it had no effect. Then she calmed her breathing, leaned close to the nun's ear, and sang a solemn and peaceful song softly. Under the gentle singing, the fear on the nun's face dissipated, and she gasped and opened her eyes.
"It's your new member of the hymn class."
"You lie here for a while. This should be the prison of those aliens."
"Yeah."
The nun who had just woken up watched Reese groping around in the dark place. Under the weak light, Reese's breastplate flashed with mottled light.
Reese groped carefully with her hands and found several nuns who were still in a coma, but there were more dead people. She dragged the bodies pressed together with force, muttering something in her mouth, hoping that her sisters would forgive her rude behavior.
The physical training in the monastery came in handy, so that the non-combatants of the hymn class could also have sufficient strength to drag the unconscious nuns together. After using hymns to awaken the remaining living people, they began to think about the current problems.
This is probably the case with the Blood Mercy Factory, but this is another comic, Requiem: Vampire Knight