The supervisor does not die from owing his mouth

I am so convinced.

The heavy boots are stepped on the ground, and the sound is like a copper drum, whip the soul of the villain.

No matter how dark corners, my eyes will be as bright as white, and the monitors will never stop, and the cities are removed.

Look, there is only a villain, it is destroying the facility, just use the weapon to punish him a little, he will stop quietly, repent your fault.

Pain will eventually pass, life will get it. And angels will come.

When the vicious juice flowing out of the vicious juice in the body, the angel walks out through the pipe of the city, and she holds the Holyer. Extraction of the sin of the sin of the vintage body, forgive their sins, return ...

This is the case.

Guardian city, while guarding an angel, they are so fragile, easy to disappear, need to protect. Any vicinity is close to, hurting their villains, will will be completely eliminated.

I don't know when, the monument in the city is slowly reduced, I haven't encountered them for a long time and fight side. Not only that, even the angel is also awkward.

Because the vintage is slowly reduced, she can't collect the roots of sin, and they cannot purify them to defend the city. Protecting it is not swaying forever, and always waiting for the evil thing to rush into the city.

I will always patrol, long-term patrols make me all over the scars, and the villain is also stronger, their resistance is strong, in order to completely understand their combat method, I have to accept those weapons, those ... make light, Let me be fascinated ... something.

I started confusion.

I am a monuish, but who is there?

Vicious thinking ... No, this is a certain type, some characteristics are repairing my body, my spirit, even my missing things.

Angel is still busy, she will always follow my back, or in front of me. She can always find a disappearance, and then extract the substances in their body.

These substances can make me stronger, but I can't attack an angel, because she is what I have to protect ... people.

What is my long?

The city is full of water, the decayed collapse, is a deep seabed, countless people to light the city's brightness, those gorgeous carvings and the promenade, constantly repeating how bright it is.

What is my long?

Once, I had a beautiful daughter before I became a monument, probably with angels, I don't know how she is now. I should protect the angel, maybe I should take care of her as my own daughter?

What is my long?

The vision is open, always bright, this is the effect of highlight probes wearing on the top, whether it is a living villain, or a dead villain, can be discovered, and explore.

What is my long?

They are thin and short, as if nutritious results, the clothes they wear are very luxurious, but they all break bad ...

... Many rooms are very small, unable to enter, until a round patrol, I got a big gun from a huge diving suit, I found the opportunity.

That set of diving clothes didn't know why they were thrown in a collapsed wall, the brass helmet was black, and I couldn't see it. I didn't interested it.

Because, behind the wall, it is possible to see the outer seabed scene, beautiful viewing platform.

In this dark, only the ambel lamp, you can see the black seabed, at least give people comfort.

By a clean, it can be used as a glass for the mirror, I finally saw me.

I also wear an old old, heavy, as if I have to sink people into the diving suit, behind a jar behind it, not only this, I still have a button on the shoulder, bring Brass helmet with many observation windows.

There are two lights around the shoulders, so I feel that the eyes are very painful, so I decided to take the helmet first, after all, there should be air here, and outside is the ocean.

So, when I was close to the glass, I saw that I shouldn't see it, I shouldn't know, I should not explore, should not touch the truth.

I am not a monument.

The monitors are those who die, heavy diving clothes.

They only have brains, all of the drivers in the body are plugged in a machine!

Angel ... Those little girls are collecting, is a substance of human beings, this city, need it to work!

Why is my diving suit, there is only one soaking in turbidity, nausea, no 'people' this element of the big brain! !

who am I?

The wrong thoughts are filled with me, let me vomit, or if I have no vomiting this kind of brain. In this sea, I don't know how deep, with a group of madmen, transform people, transform monsters, and there is only a small monster that I have been deceiving my monsters -

The mad destruction lasts for a long time, for a long time. But no matter how furious, unmanned appreciation is like a clown, no value, no meaning.

There is already a madman here, and there is no sense in a madman.

When I calm down, the little moon took me to feel the nauseaful syringes, and the shiny eyes didn't seem to express anything ... The monster will have careful emotions? It is impossible, this is an illusion.

So I drove her.

No more people will bother me, anyway, this city may only have a monster who will move, in addition to the madman, I don't want to care about why it will become like this.

Why do you do this with a diving suit?

So I stayed in a water leaking for a long time, although it can't wash my brain, although there will be some strange shells to adsorb in dive clothes.

But I am just a diving suit monster, I just want to stay here.

The supply of the city seems to have problems. Every time you turn your lights, you will get more and short, and those who will appear occasionally.

I have also seen a small monster that I ran in front of me ... but what is the relationship with me?

A madman holding the arm fell on the table in front of me. He looked very weak, even at any time, it might dead, but he continued to breathe, his eyes were full of fear.

The little monster also climbed out from the nearby cave, she took the syringe, but she had been squatting next to me, waiting for the madman to die, then gaining the light.

I looked at the syringe in her hands, it was already filled, and it was still bombed after being drunk by this little monster, it can be used directly.

But what there is anything to me ...

A black shadow landed from the day, it, she looked like a female mad, but the whole body was wrapped by steel stitching, some sharp thorn, from her throat, the harsh smile made me very irritable.

She cut the madman like a scissors, and hung a needle in his scientific, and then looked at the little monster.

Sharid and let me talk about the laughter, the actions of the small monsters naturally can't compare this thing, it is estimated that the next little monster will be killed ... But the things actually show me.

I just want to lying here.

Her motion is very fast, the move is very flexible, and the madness that usually encounter is different or some of the dead diving clothes monsters. She seems to have an idea of ​​my weakness, no matter how dodge, will be sharp scissors, stay in dive Deep scars.

I can't overcome her, perhaps, I will end this here, and I am not sure that it is not a living life?

I fell to the ground, I can't close my eyes, so I only watched the monster slowly boarded the high platform.