What Rozim didn't expect was that the monster managed to avoid it at the last moment, but its skin had been scorched black and bursting, and it was emitting light smoke, like a piece of burned wood.
The injured demon jumped up with an angry howl and rushed towards Rozim.
The owner of the restaurant's coat started to fly, making a loud noise like a hunting wind whipping the sails of a ship. Then he took a few steps back and fired one after another with his gun.
However, the heat flow that should have hit the target only cut through the air.
The thing landed in front of him and knocked him away with a sharp blow from its tail.
"grass!"
Rozim fell to the ground, knocking a pile of wine bottles and knocking them around.
When he twisted his body and tried to stand up again, pain immediately shot up his spine - the monster's strength was extraordinary.
Then the monster began to tear at its own skin, peeling off the burnt human skin with a lightness and caution that was completely incompatible with its evil appearance.
Rozim saw that the creature's exposed upper body skin seemed to be wriggling and changing, turning dark purple and as smooth as satin.
At the same time, he also found that there seemed to be palms pushing outwards in the monster's chest, and there were outlines of screaming faces - one of which he had seen before, it was the unlucky guy who had been disemboweled.
The monster's arms began to rapidly extend and expand like balloons. The fingers merged into a flat plate-like structure, and then became hard and smooth. The two palms finally formed a pair of bone-edged claws, and dark pink nerve tissue hung like flags.
under.
The crab claws on the other arm became even bigger and sharper than before.
If its main tone was temptation before, now it is only horror.
"Dry!"
Rozim, realizing that he had hit a ghost, immediately aimed his gun at the target and fired at the heart of an ordinary person.
But the monster disappeared from its place like the wind.
He smelled the pungent smell of a slaughterhouse emanating from the surroundings. When it reappeared, the blackened wounds were filled with mucus and quickly closed automatically.
A pair of faces full of murderous eyes were facing him, and saliva was dripping from the mouth like a snake's kiss.
"You have no chance."
Rozim tried to stand up and backed up on his hands and knees until his back was against the pile of wine bottles.
"Tera, what on earth is it?"
"No Terra."
It muttered, with a terrifying smile in its words.
"Only death."
Rozim saw the face again, and he believed it was crying out to him and begging.
Run!
Man mouthing.
Run, run, run, run, run -
Rozim stood up tremblingly, raised the muzzle of his gun, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen.
He held the weapon tightly with both hands and aimed at the opponent's head.
In his short life, Rozim has seen many things that are difficult to explain - strange alien life forms, subspace scenes beyond comprehension, and the darkest human potential.
But everything pales in comparison to this creature.
If hell exists, then it must be the intersection of the terrifying realm and the real world.
The Slaanesh Banshee raised her sword-like arms, and her claws and claws began to sharpen against each other.
"Embrace joy."
It spoke.
"I'll make you feel comfortable."
"Then can I go back and call some buddies first? I like multi-player sports."
Rozim gasped and asked, and the monster responded with an angry howl and then pounced again.
He subconsciously shot it head on.
Luck returned to Rozim this time.
For some unknown reason, the Slaanesh Banshee suddenly tilted her body and was directly hit by the hot melt flow.
The high-speed heat flow pierced through the skin, ribs and lungs, spraying tissue and bone fragments from behind and out of the chest.
The pungent burnt smell immediately filled the air.
"Owner--"
The banshee howled and fell to the ground, struggling a few times before turning into pus.
Rozim let out a sigh of relief, but when he noticed that the heat flow also ignited the surrounding wine barrels, he immediately ran towards the door.
The fire started very quickly. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the entire warehouse was in flames.
Rozim immediately found a place to hide, knowing that the fire would attract the enemy's attention.
Sure enough, as soon as the fire broke out, many cultists immediately ran out of those dead houses. They looked at the warehouse and yelled, seemingly confused.
Rozim immediately saw an opportunity.
If the enemy's attention is attracted, he will have a chance to find what he is looking for.
The place, only on the east side of the town, seemed to be a bar, with bright neon lights shining between a pagan symbol and a rotating cylindrical object.
Judging from the low gothic label above, the name of the bar seems to be——
The big bird turns around.
He bent down and slipped into a scaffolding, then entered through the tinted windows there.
The lights inside were dim, and beside a towering bar, four or five drunkards were sitting on round stools, and dim smoke filled the air.
He carefully slipped through the edge of the shadow and ran all the way to the backstage of the bar.
Dark aisle?
no problem.
A cart with plates?
Sure enough, take away the kitchen utensils above.
Neat wine cabinet?
Uh-oh...
Lao Luo, who was stuffing things into his bag, was attracted by the strange thing behind the wine cabinet.
There was a crack between the wine cabinets, and there was a strange muffled sound coming out together with the light, like a group of boxers practicing straight punches with a big cotton bag, and there were also strange screams from men.
This weird atmosphere made him feel sick immediately. This ghost place actually had a special private room...
But he saw a gramophone placed next to the wine cabinet.
In order to maintain concealment, Rozim kept his feet on his feet as much as possible while moving forward, hiding next to the shadow of the cracked wine cabinet.
Then he picked up the gramophone and quickly stuffed it into the bag at the back. Then he subconsciously glanced at the dark room, but accidentally touched a goblet.
"who!"
"Woof woof~"
"...This is the fattest and ugliest dog I have ever seen."
After both sides were stunned for a moment, Rozim took out his final trump card.
A high explosive bomb.
After pressing the detonation button, he threw the thing directly in and ran away.
When he passed the bar hall, the drunken cultists raised their heads and looked at the strong man running towards them, their eyes uniformly shocked.
"It's going to explode!!"
Without any time to explain, Rozim jumped down from the steps of the bar like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and then jumped out of the window.
The next second, the explosion came as promised.
boom----!
His eyes went white, his ears rang, and he felt a huge push on his back, and then he flew out.
In the reversal of distance, the only thought in his mind was——
This thing is much more powerful than what that bastard Loken said...