London is a great city. As the center of the world empire, its glory is built on the darkness that is as heavy as mountains. People come here often bewildered by its prosperous appearance, but rarely notice the overlooked stories that often occur deep in its underground.

For example, this remote corner.

The designer of the subway was born in the 19th century. Even the British Empire was not as stable as Mount Tai. For safety reasons, the creators of the subway specially set up an entrance to the underground tunnel here, which usually looked like a drainage passage. Once a full-scale war broke out, it would become a refuge for citizens. But as time went by, a visionary designer had a deep embarrassment: it became a source of sin. Due to the clever design, several pillars separated the crowds outside, and their thick bodies blocked the lights from the platform, and became the best cover. Even if there were people coming and going ten feet away, the place still became a blind spot on the subway platform.

Generally speaking, people passing by will subconsciously avoid here and occasionally someone will appear here. Then most of the time, transactions with some risk factors are being secretly carried out - maybe they are trading powdery substances, or maybe some cute things that make loud noises. But today, a group of strangers occupied it, and they just wanted to vent.

Eric slowly walked on the platform, passing through the waiting crowd and leaning towards the place where the group disappeared. As soon as he approached, he heard a series of crisp slaps and panting scolding, while the sound of cloth tearing and vague begging for mercy were endless. It seemed that these unsophisticated novices were having a great time having fun.

Of course they have reason to do this. As people chosen by the Lord God, they are like prides of heaven. Since they have suffered great fright and received the rewards they deserve, what if they vent occasionally during the completion of the task? - Novice without a future usually thinks so. They only need to be responsible for their desires and desires, and do not need to spend too much time thinking. Then they cannot pass a few worlds and cannot control themselves, they will find that they have become outdated due to lack of long-term planning and will be eliminated in despair.

Just like the life of those losers in reality, there must be a reason for the withered life.

They were not mutant students, and Eric was not going to remind the guys, he just wanted to make sure the plan wasn't disturbed. He held a few coins in his hand, circling between his fingers like juggling, walking into the corner at a slow pace.

The corner was very dark, but it could not block Eric's vision. Through the magnetic field vision, he had obtained the information he wanted. There were seven South Asians here, who looked the same race, perhaps relatives, because they were all weathered dark skin, with dense wrinkles carved out from the knife, and insidious inverted triangle eyes.

If they are really intimate, it is not surprising that the main god space is full of wonders. Eric once saw a team of quintuplets who died in their own world in a plane crash, and their parents were also together. It was such a small team. Due to the blood and feelings that cannot be separated between their relatives, they have accomplished many feats that even the reincarnation people with better personal qualities than theirs. In the sinister adventure, they almost reached the end.

Therefore, when facing such a team, even if they are rookies, Eric should be careful, not to mention that he is no longer the powerful reincarnationist in the past.

"You scream, you scream, and no one will come to save you." The South Asians were so beautiful and riding on their soft bodies, pulling the hair of the white woman who was forcibly dragged over by them, smiling humbly.

The blessing of the Lord God, the indigenous dialect of South Asia was automatically converted into a language that could be understood, but this sentence seemed familiar... Eric touched his nose and was unsure whether he should jump out of the person who called "broken throat" or "no one".

Before he could think about whether to do this, the rookies finally found him alertly and they shouted at him.

"Who?" At the same time, there was a string of swear words, and Eric automatically filtered them out.

"The person passing by." He thought for a while and added: "It's a soy sauce."

It is difficult for South Asians to understand the mystery of this sentence, but it doesn't matter. After two struggles, their bodies have been initially strengthened and equipped with protective suits to resist the damage of small-caliber police pistols. Their combat effectiveness is far superior to that of ordinary people, which makes them soar. In their opinion, there are no powerful individuals in this plot world except those two forces. The other party comes alone and doesn't need to care at all, so they just walked over with cursing.

This is an old and a young man. His old face is ferocious, and his young face is much tender. He approached Eric and saw Eric's face from the side light. Suddenly his body shook and hesitated and stopped.

The old South Asian man was very alert and secretly reached his hand to his waist, but a big smile appeared on his face. The expression of choosing a person instantly turned into a gentle breeze and drizzle. Then he bent down and saluted with one hand.

Eric's attitude was also very friendly. In fact, when he smiled, he could definitely be called harmless. His eyes narrowed and his nose slightly wrinkled, making people feel easy to get close to at a glance. It is difficult for people who are not very careful to see that something is wrong.

The smile calmed the atmosphere. The old South Asian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He secretly hid the knife behind him and was about to speak when a sharp metal pierced through his eyebrows.

The process was clearly seen by the young South Asian man next to him. He watched the coins played with in Eric's hand melt like liquid, and suddenly changed shape, from a round and cute metal ball to a sharp weapon. A "pop" sound penetrated his companion's forehead.

The young man froze. He watched Eric calmly pull out the sword from his companion's head and smiled at him. His white teeth were revealed. Only then did he feel the coldness under the gentle smile. The strong shock made him lose his soul and lean his back against the wall. He was like a frog staring at by a natural enemy, completely giving up his resistance.

Before the person who was pierced on his forehead fell down, the knife in his hand had been waved by Eric, and at the same time he threw it hard. The fine metal thorn in his hand suddenly passed through a South Asian man who was facing away from him. The man was holding two plump hands and rubbing them hard. Suddenly, a long thorn appeared from his open mouth, and blood flowed down the long thorn from his mouth, shocking his companions.

The South Asians, who were stabbed by the thief, still had a strange smile on their faces. Their bodies drooped softly under the eyes of their companions, pressing against the white women who were beaten to the point of bleeding from their mouths and noses by the thugs, scaring them to faint.

The blow seemed like a bucket of cold water poured down on his head. The lustful South Asian Reincarnationists were completely awakened. They were rushing to get their weapons. Others raced against time to put on their stripped protective suits.

Eric's target is those who are fully equipped. He wants to take this moment to make the most threatening people lose their combat power. If it is an ordinary person like Stryker, he can simply manipulate the magnetic force to shock the trace elements in their bodies to eliminate the obstacles. However, the trick of a little powerful man will lose its effect. Even the lowest-level reincarnation people in front of him are too much better than ordinary people. With Eric's current strength, it is most effective to deal with such guys with straightforward raids.

A South Asian who reacted was the first to rush over with a knife. He was regretting that he could not squeeze into the front to play with the woman. Now he was filled with gratitude and jumped on without thinking. In his opinion, it should not be difficult to deal with Eric, but unfortunately he would never know that the stranger in the plot world in front of him would be a level-bliss player in the main god game.

Even if he no longer has the power given by the Lord God, Eric's experience and reactions are not comparable to those of a rookie who has only taken a few adventures. In this life-and-death battle, he wants to take the opponent's life just to wave his palm.

The knife taken from the old South Asian man suddenly became thinner and longer, and the body that rushed towards his opponent was just a slight push. The man seemed to have his throat come over automatically. The blade was easily inserted into his neck, cutting through the dark skin and light white fat layer, cutting the arteries, and the black and red blood immediately ejaculated like a fountain driven by the pressure in his body.

After the puncture, the thin blade retracted, and Eric pressed his hand on the wound of the first person who rushed up, pushing him and hitting the second person who rushed up behind him, causing him to lose balance. Then another blow, the blade cut his heart into half through the gap in the sternum.

In just a few seconds, the three people died, and one of them leaned softly against the wall and shivered all over. Eric turned his back to the man, as if he did not exist. He did not use any martial arts, nor any special mystery, but he used his own abilities and seized the opportunity to achieve the greatest results in one fell swoop. Two of the remaining three people were only wearing protective suits, and the other grabbed a gun in one hand. Although the number of people still had the upper hand and they held firearms, they were pale and kept in place timidly, and the violent rage that destroyed innocent women disappeared completely.

Eric let go of his hand and let the corpse that had been pierced through his throat fall to the ground. He just now strangled the man, and his hands were covered with blood. The red and black liquid had a hot body temperature, and it felt slightly viscous. Under the influence of gravity, the blood could not drip along the fingertips.

This familiar touch evoked his memories, and Eric suddenly trembled. This was not fear, but the excitement deep in memory. The deaths of these South Asians made the heart of the most terrifying reincarnation person in the main god space beating again. Sniffing the red blood on his hands, Eric couldn't help but feel intoxicated, and the joy of dominating life and death filled his soul.

This happiness bloomed at the corner of Eric's mouth, like the smile on the face of the terrifying demon king, invisibly strangled the survivor's heart. The chill that emerged from the depths of the spinal cord instantly froze them, making their faces paler than the corpses who died on the ground. The equipment next to them seemed to be available, but even the courage to bend down to pick them up disappeared completely.
Chapter completed!