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Continental Storm Chapter 51 The Butcher Who Breaks into the Enemy

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    The butcher was very depressed.  Very depressed.  All the brothers and sisters have advanced to the upper tenth level, and only he still retains the strength of the eighth level.  It wasn¡¯t that he couldn¡¯t make any progress, he knew very well that Brother Galen still had the violent killing runestones specially prepared for him, and they were the largest number of twelve pieces.  As the second child of his father, the Butcher felt that he should advance this morning.  It¡¯s just that bastard Swain¡¯s idea. He had to go out by himself during family reunions and sit in the bar every day, bored.  That¡¯s right, not only a bar, but also the dirtiest and most chaotic underground bar in the entire chaotic city.  The bar itself is located in the slums in the southwest corner of the city, in the lower territory occupied by an unpopular gang, and it is also the type of underground bar.  There are no graceful maids, clean and tidy tabletops, and no noble and elegant bartenders and cocktails.  This place is simply inaccessible to normal people. As soon as you enter, you will be hit in the face by the stench. This place is mixed with body odor, alcohol, sweat and odor. Even the butcher can't help but step in for the first time.  He wrinkled his nose - his original residence was a cemetery, and his hobby was eating corpses. As a creature that could ignore the smell of corpses, the Butcher felt that just because of this, these drunken guys in the bar were better than him.  Then comes the chaotic scene. There are also maids here, but they are all the kind of maids who are almost naked with fat breasts and big buttocks. Most of them are over forty or fifty years old. They have long lost their smooth skin and elegant posture.  She didn't care at all that the drunkards put their dirty hands on her private parts. At most, she could just curse them a few times and then start a crazy live show with them under the temptation of a few coins, and then treat them to what had just erupted in her body.  Evaluating the size and thickness of the male, it was concluded that Ya's worms did not give me the taste of meat at all.  These female waitresses each have sex with more than 20 men almost every day, and almost all of them are live broadcast.  ?Then there¡¯s the wine and food here.  Wine is the lowest form of rum, the kind where you can't smell the wine even if you drop a drop of water. However, the wine has a very deep connotation. It has no taste at first. After drinking it three times, you will feel dizzy.  The dizziness increased dramatically - I don't know how many ecstasy drugs were added to it.  The food is not bad. Apart from the hard black bread that can be used as a brick to knock people over, the butcher¡¯s favorite thing is the hearty and cheap barbecue.  Although the meat is not roasted, and there are bloodshot and fishy odors on it, the most delicious thing is that it retains a very basic human flavor It is not a human flavor that is lightly tasted, but a human flavor after being chopped into meat sauce.  The flavor left after grilling to medium rare.  If it weren¡¯t for the fact that there was still human flesh to eat here, he almost wanted to run away.  But it's obvious that people here would rather eat the more expensive black bread than refuse the barbecue that is full of corpse smell.  He has been here for seven days, and the trade fair will be held in two days.  Just when the butcher thought Su Wan's plan had failed, someone finally came to him.  In fact, in the past seven days, almost no one dared to come to the butcher who was sitting in the corner like a mountain of meat. Even a drunkard would not easily provoke a fat man about three meters tall.  "Your Excellency has been here for a long time." The visitor was a skinny old man. Although he looked very unnoticed and looked like a beggar on the street, Pudge still felt a strong sense of death from his body - even if  This deathly aura was tried hard to cover up.  "Pudge, who are you?" The old man's face was full of smiles: "I am your friend." "Pudge, friend, no." The butcher ate the roasted human meat without raising his head. He really didn't.  Friends, some are just family.  The old man smiled sharply, like a rooster being strangled by the neck: "I may not be your friend, but I must be your comrade-in-arms, Mr. lovely zombie monster." The butcher tilted his head: "Undead, you are, no  I know you, Pudge." The old man said: "Indeed, not all the undead people know each other, but that doesn't matter. The important thing is that we have been paying attention to you for a long time. I wonder if you can come with me.  "Where?" The old man blinked: "A place where the undead gather." "Okay, Pudge agreed." The butcher stood up and wrapped his black cloak tightly.  A hint of joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and he turned towards the back door of the bar.  There shouldn¡¯t be a backdoor in a speakeasy because it¡¯s underground.  But the two of them still walked out from the door hidden in the corner and walked in.  After entering the door, there is a wet darkness, like a naturally formed cave.Pudge touched the wall with his hand, and his heart couldn't help but move.  Although it was difficult to see clearly in the dark, it was obvious that the wet stuff on the wall was blood.  He licked the blood on his hand with some excitement and continued to press his hand against the wall. As the old man moved forward, his hand never left.  The wall within reach conveys a soft feeling.  This feeling is as warm, moist and slippery as touching the slippery human internal organs.  The most important thing is that from this wall, Pudge noticed a trace of magic flowing, as if the entire passage was a huge magic circle - or magic circuit.  At the same time, he also noticed that although the old man walking in front never looked back, there was always a line of sight looking at him from the back of his head, but it was covered by his hair, so he couldn't clearly see what the line of sight was.  The butcher didn¡¯t care either. When his fat hands scraped off the thick blood from the wall, he opened his mouth wide and threw the blood in like butter, and swallowed it happily.  In the darkness, the old man¡¯s deliberately suppressed laughter came.  I don¡¯t know how long I walked, but the passage finally reached the end. The old man clapped his hands gently, and a door in front opened, and a dazzling light shone out.  He put his hands behind his back in a gesture of invitation, signaling the butcher to go first.  The butcher didn¡¯t care and walked in.  After entering, I discovered that there was a whole other world inside!  The decoration inside the entire cave is actually more magnificent than anything the Butcher has ever seen, with marble mirror-like floor tiles, golden silk walls, luxurious furniture, expensive decorations, low but melodious symphony and  a room full of handsome guys and beauties!  Each of these people looked more elegant and noble than most nobles. They wore gorgeous clothes, sat on soft sofas, and spoke and behaved like gentlemen and ladies. Most of them held exquisite high-heeled shoes in their hands.  The cup contained blood-colored liquid.  However, Pudge still discovered a problem from their scarlet pupils and the death aura emanating from their bodies. These people were all seventh-level vampires!  Everything in their cups is human blood!  Seeing Pudge walk in, the two maids, who had no magic power in their bodies, knelt down and wiped the blood on his shoes with clean white silk. When they were spotless, they stood up and bowed, signaling Pudge to enter.  .  As a butcher who likes to be unruly and free, Pudge didn't care about this at all. He simply threw off a pair of shoes, stepped on the floor barefoot, and strode forward.  They left a trail of black footprints behind them The two maids had never seen this kind of creature with feet that were dirtier than shoes. They quickly knelt on the ground and wiped the dirty floor while they kept saying, "Damn mommy race", "Dammy mommy race".  He was shouting something, his voice was humble and panicked, it was simply a manifestation of extreme fear.  The butcher¡¯s unruly behavior made the vampires sitting together in groups frown, but a middle-aged man in the center coughed, and everyone returned to their original state, continuing to talk softly and happily.  This middle-aged man stood up and came over. Although his face was the same pale and he was dressed as a humble gentleman, his appearance was different from the soft lines of the other male vampires. He looked much more upright, and he was the representative of the hardcore niche.  He spread his arms widely and smiled: "Welcome, my compatriot, I am the Marquis of Amsterdam, one of the undead lords." The butcher pointed to himself: "Pudge." Amsterdam waved back and sat on that table  The two female vampires on the main sofa immediately stood up and left. The Marquis motioned to the sofa: "Please sit down." The butcher was not polite, walked over and sat down.  The sofa is falling apart.  Seeing the butcher scratching his head innocently, the ferocity in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the panic of a child when he did something wrong. Amsterdam laughed, and sat down next to the butcher without even caring, and said with a smile:  "My compatriots, don't care about these external things." "Pudge, it's not intentional." The butcher wanted to defend.  Amsterdam smiled and said: "It doesn't matter." He looked at the butcher up and down: "No wonder Yeblanc said that he met a genius corpse monster. The death energy accumulated in your body is really heavy My compatriots, there is a knot here.  It's a world, so please don't restrain yourself and release your death energy to your heart's content!" "Pudge, it doesn't matter, release?" The butcher tilted his head.  Amsterdam waved boldly: "We are your kindred, what does it matter?" Boom!  The landowner said so, but the butcher simply didn¡¯t hide it, suppressing the feeling under his skin.The atmosphere exploded!  Powerful as a dragon, rules as a tiger, the breath of dragon and tiger exploded out in all directions, the majestic death aura sounded like the death knell of the end of the century, and the whole room was filled with a gloomy and incomparable aura.  The vicious and destructive death energy.  Screams rang out, and more than twenty vampires around them immediately sprang around like ninjas. Some were hidden under the table, some were hanging on the ceiling, and some were attached to the walls. Everyone looked panicked.  With a ferocious look, four sharp canine teeth bared, and it let out bursts of howling.  In fact, every vampire has gone through the underworld to cleanse its soul, and it also contains extremely strong death energy. But why are they so frightened by the death energy released by the butcher?  For example, you and I breathe the same air every day - of course there may be varying degrees of dust, tail gas, nitrogen, sulfur, and various compounds in the air - but we still have to live in this air every day, but when?  If you get up early and go out and see the yellow smog that looks like shit and black like coal, you will definitely feel panicked, surprised, afraid, and wonder if it is the resurgence of poisonous smog in London, which is the source of public smog, sucks dust, and feeds people to the smog.  In the world The death energy released by the butcher is to the vampires, which is probably equivalent to the fact that when you and I encounter smog weather, we are shocked to find that the heavy fog actually contains liquids such as gutter oil, Sudan red, and clenbuterol-injected beef.  Panic when solid objects are present.  The most important thing is that the dead energy contains the power of cruel rules, and it is like the smog mixed with pure natural radioactivity, which can be contaminated with HIV without adding sugar. Are you afraid or not?  "Whether you are afraid or not, vampires are afraid anyway.  Amsterdam, who was at the lower level of the ninth level, had a look on his face as if he had eaten shit. He was so violently charged by this deathly energy that he also somersaulted backwards and landed on the ground. However, there was no anger on his face at all, blaming the butcher for not understanding the current affairs of others.  The look on his face that was playing tricks on the territory was actually a look of excitement.  Although this corpse monster¡¯s power is only at the peak of the eighth level, its body actually contains the power of rules!  ?  It contains the power of rules, which means that this guy was once a strong man of the tenth level!  ?  Especially this guy¡¯s speech is not coherent at all, he is just like a fool. Could it be that he injured his brain when he fell down the stairs!  ?  Although this guy is pieced together from the limbs of many corpses, there is no doubt that the strength after being connected by magic may not even be comparable to his own!  Once such a guy is controlled, not only will he be able to play a big role in two days, but if he joins his subordinates, his status in the family will definitely be greatly improved!  Amsterdam took a deep breath and tried to make his expression look kind: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pudge, it was my mistake. Your power is too powerful and scared my children, so please take back your death energy."  .¡± The butcher glanced at Amsterdam with disdain, and when he inhaled, the deathly air as black as the bottom of a pot was breathed into his body again.  Amsterdam laughed loudly: "Mr. Pudge, I would like to take the liberty to ask, what was your previous level?" The butcher told the truth: "Pudge, level 12, before." Amsterdam's eyes flashed with surprise and said: "Page  Mr. Ji, as far as I know, there was no strong man like you in the City of Chaos before. I may ask, what are you doing here? " "Page, seal, immortal fire." He said.  It's not clear, but the meaning is conveyed clearly.  Amsterdam was even more surprised and clapped his hands: "Haha! So Mr. Pudge's purpose is the same as ours, then" Just as he was about to say something, the old man who brought the butcher before came up and whispered a few words in his ear.  What.  Amsterdam nodded, turned around and said: "Anel, come here." Following his words, a beautiful blonde vampire wearing an elegant evening dress strolled over.  "Mr. Pudge, I have some things to do now. It's not too early. Why don't you enjoy Aniel for one night first? I will take you to meet two compatriots tomorrow to discuss the specific matters." "Enjoy use?"  The butcher looked at Anele, whose skin was fair, supple and plump, and put a finger in his mouth.  Invisible to the naked eye, a drop of saliva slips away.  PS: Thanks to Tianzhen Xiaoxiao for the big reward~ By the way, I would like to ask for your votes.  PSS: I have something to do tonight, I owe 1K words, I will make up for it tomorrow*£­*~
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