Illimitable Until Death

“Cough...! ”

Blood, spit out of Elsa's mouth buried in the pieces of furniture.

It turns out Elsa's forehead was shattered, and the whole thing blew in half.

Skin is gone.

The flesh has been cut off more than a little and a half.

You can even see Elsa's skull.

That was a tragic situation that could not be overstated by the blurring of the flesh.

“Just... a bounce...? ”

Elsa's head was a little blank, and there seemed to be no way to believe that she was in such a state of imminent death as a result of those attacks.

But not long after that, that was enough to cause a mutation.

“…”

As with the flames burning, Elsa's forehead smoked, and the wounds gradually healed in the smoke, bringing the flesh back to Elsa's head.

“Hmm...”

Elsa, this is how a blank head reacts, pushing away pieces of furniture from her body, gripping the blade, struggling to get up and smiling at the door.

“I really don't understand Xiangxiaoyu. ”

Thousands of delicate words are greeted with silent rebellion.

“If it's a rose with a thorn or a bee, it'll be stabbed close to the past, and someone will still pick it, but if it's a toxic spider, it's different. ”

He walked in through the burning door with his knight trench coat on his hem, his eyes dropped on Elsa, watching Elsana recover to her intact forehead, if he thought about it.

And then, suddenly, that's what happened.

“Speaking of which, it seems to have been seen in the book that, in addition to the presence of Asians and Warcraft, there are some people in the world with special physical qualities. ”

This sentence in the square makes Elsa's eyes jump slightly.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

In this world, although there are subhumans like elves, beasts, and ghosts, there are also warcraft races created by witches.

So, a long time ago, there were also people who had been transformed into non-human beings through the hands of witches.

“And in here, there is a vampire. ”

It was like commenting on Elsa's head. Measuring her, she said it like she wasn't interested.

“That's what you are, isn't it? ”

That is, Elsa is not a human, she is a vampire.

But for that, Elsa just didn't think she was smiling.

“Not as historic as you think? ”

Elsa turns flexibly with two fangy blades in her hand, and then says that with an emotionless demonic laugh.

“It's just the extent of some of the blood that comes from it, so it doesn't suck blood, it doesn't turn into bats or fog. It's no different than human beings. At best, it's just a few resurrections, right? ”

But the ability to resurrect several times after death is a nightmare for those who want to fight her.

You're welcome to say that Elsa's fighting power also belongs to the ranks of inhumans.

According to Fangli's eyewitness, Elsa's level of strength, feared only to overtake the second hand of the Knights of the Kingsguard, the best knight known as Yurius, forced him to defeat the former Kensei and become the leader of the Knights of the Kingsguard, Wilheim.

If this strength, combined with a resurrected body, is not a nightmare, what is it?

No wonder Flanderica called Elsa a monster.

Just...

“You should be glad that my" eyes "can no longer be used at random to talk about death and resurrection in front of me. ”

None of the laughter in the party was so loud.

“Besides, can you really come back from a complete death? ”

During the conversation, the handicapped moon-like dagger fell into the palm of the square.

“If I cut you into chunks, would you be resurrected as well? I'm interested in that. ”

With that being said, the killing is also spreading from the square.

It was like a mirage of a mirage, crushing the surrounding fire, seemingly invisible gravity, shaking the atmosphere.

“Ahhh...”

Elsa made an intoxicating sound.

“Wonderful...”

It's a look obsessed with intense blood.

It is because of killers like Elsa that it is possible to understand how horrible it is to be able to exhale such killers.

And it's because it's Elsa that it's possible to understand that the person in front of you is the real killer.

The path he had taken had long been a bloody sea of corpses.

His life was filled with death grievances.

But is that evil?

At this point, Elsa does not dare to assert, let alone assert.

There's only one thing for sure.

That is, for Elsa, immersed in killing and bloodshed, it is a supreme pursuit.

If he dies in the hands of someone like this, or if he is lucky enough to rip open his abdomen before he dies, pull out his intestines, soak his body with his warm blood, and even swallow his endless hands from his ten fingers into his belly, and merge with it...

“Then there is no regret! ”

Leaving such a assertion, Elsa burst into the direction of the square with a raging obsession and a broken smile on her face.

The fire burned her body.

Blood beads spilled on the surrounding walls.

Skin gradually becomes coke.

The hands and feet are weak because of this.

In such a situation, Elsa can live if she chooses to hide from the flash and wait for her body to regenerate completely.

However, that choice was long out of Elsa's mind.

Now, there's only one thought in Elsa's mind.

And that is to reach out to that supreme being.

And this is the last obsession of Elsa's life.

And an obsession that can never be accomplished.

“You're pathetic...”

Returning to Elsa's heart with a voice of mercy and indifference.

Looking at the hunter who, despite the gradual collapse of his body, rushed in his direction, tried his best to reach out the knife blade in his hand, ready to cut his own abdomen, only lifted the moon blade in his hand.

In the next moment, the figure in the square becomes a phantom, like a phantom meteor, a swinging, sweeping past the front.

“Flash Sheath - Prison Salmon...”

Phantom, through Elsa's body.

Countless blades of light appeared at that moment, like a storm, blinking, over Elsa's body.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft! ”

Chopping sounds like continuous rain, sounding all around.

Elsa's figure just stuck in the hallway.

“Pfft! ”

In a loud noise, countless chunks of meat were scattered, carrying thick blood flowers and falling to the ground.

“Boo-hoo! ”

The surrounding fires spread immediately, swallowing the ground with crushed meat and blood.

The fierce evil man named "the intestine hunter" is buried in this mansion, gradually buried in the flames.