Fantasy World Transmigration

?? When Chen Ang's gaze swept across again, everyone who was stared at by that calm, even indifferent eyes felt shuddering. Fear and anger were intertwined, turning into an unspeakable emotion surging in the chest .

The clown, who was ignored by everyone, suddenly struggled twice, and stubbornly raised his bloody head.

The clown's eyes were confused at first, and then when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he turned to panic. He pressed his fingers on the floor in vain, moving inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

After a while, he saw a pair of shoes stop in front of his eyes, and the clown raised his head numbly, but only saw Chen Ang tilting his head to look at him.

The fierce and indifferent look in his eyes made the clown stunned for a moment, the fear that was driven to the brink turned into a rage, the clown bared his teeth and grinned at Chen Ang.

"I seem to have fucked you..."

When he was laughing, Chen Ang ran back to the spot with small steps, picked out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown, before he finished speaking, a brick hit him on the forehead. , again.

The people around were silent. In a rather large fighting arena, apart from the sound of breathing, there was the sound of bricks hitting flesh and blood.

After hitting the clown a few times, the clown completely collapsed on the ground. Chen Ang had no choice but to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. The long trail of blood was like a brush, as if it was a flash of light, dragging him on the ground like a dead dog. The clown on the ground jumped up from the ground with almost the last trace of obsession, and rushed towards Chen Ang.

He bit towards Chen Ang like a dying wolf, his flesh and blood splashed like water droplets, and a tragic air rushed towards his face.

Chen Ang put his foot firmly in his lower abdomen, and there was a clear cracking sound. The clown's upper and lower body almost folded in half, and its spine twisted into a U shape weirdly, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Kneeling down in front of the clown, Chen Ang took a closer look: "Your name is a clown?" He pointed to the clown's mouth: "No, it's not a clown at all!"

"What is the source of the clown's charm? Love and madness... You are crazy enough, but not enough love. I want to see what you care about most? Then I will tell you a clown truth: Bad days will turn any People become me!" Chen Ang flipped through the clown's memory, and then scribbled like graffiti.

Finally he pulls out his knife and puts a smile on the clown's face.

The clown tried to stop him, he feebly raised his hand to grab Chen Ang's trousers,

Struggling desperately, Chen Ang pulled out the brick, facing the hand, once, twice, only a layer of flesh-and-skin fingers remained, unable to grab Chen Ang anymore.

Chen Ang stuffed the knife into the clown's mouth, and quickly completed the creation. Seeing the clown's cracked smile, he calmly stepped back a few steps, turned his head and sighed: "This is the clown!"

The arena is a small enclosed space. The dazzling lights will dazzle the eyes after staring at it for a long time. More and more iron thorns are entangled in this space. The orange-yellow, somewhat old light shines on the thorn bushes. , blood spots and rust intertwined, don't have a cruel taste.

The mechanical, cold and simple test and game is still going on, one after another lucky corpses are hung on the thorn wall like that, the corpses are pierced by iron thorns, hanging like crosses, as the corpses begin to pile up High, bloody smell filled the air. A strong indescribable malice and cruelty flowed in the void.

Nurturing this evil soil.

Chen Ang has no shortage of sacrifices, there are always some sacrifices coming from all directions of the city to provide materials for this bloody sacrifice field, the game is still going on, the lucky ones who completed the first round turned into corpses, and Those who unfortunately fail can only play cruel games for what they love.

Hook desperately wants to complete the game-ending conditions so that his family does not have to participate in the game. He uses all his inspiration and creativity to create nightmares, blood and cruelty.

Fewer and fewer people survived, and Chen Ang and the others didn't need to intervene in the following matters. Those villains tortured each other, and they turned like a millstone, grinding themselves and others into bloody mud. The game became more and more cruel towards the end. When Robert left the field, the scene had reached the point where Chen Ang couldn't bear to read it.

"So no matter how outstanding a talent is, it's not as good as a good system..." Chen Ang gestured to the punisher there: "In the beginning, my methods were relatively rough, and I could only scare those who were weaker and those who had deep thoughts. The ones who were concerned, but at the end of the day, the ones that I found with a strong drive to end it all."

"They began to actively complete this matter. At this time, the system has made a good start. It can gradually improve itself. Those who have no motivation and do not enter become fuel and are gradually consumed, but those who have motivation Whether it is revenge or madness. They are creative, and the system gives them the conditions to be creative."

"In the process, I just had to tinker with what the system got, and they finished the game themselves!"

"Now we have thirteen carriers..." Chen Ang swept over those distorted and ugly bodies, the clown, Robert, Gatsby...these are all people who have not been redeemed from the game, what happened to them It will be ten times more miserable than all the people who died.

The strong malice that almost turned into substance permeated the slaughterhouse. Daredevil took the chicks away from here, and the punisher violently dispersed the 'residents' near the building.

The wounds on the thirteen carriers have scabbed over. In fact, according to common sense, they should have died, but under a strange force, not only are they still struggling, but the distorted souls full of resentment are howling, and the wounds on their bodies even in recovery.

Tiny tentacles sprouted from the flesh and blood of the wounds, groping their bodies.

In Chen Ang's perception, the bodies of these people were deteriorating rapidly - something indeed descended into their bodies from the void, and the whole alienation process made one's scalp tingle.

This is an incomparable torture for the soul of the carrier. Those indescribable existences, ordinary people will be greatly polluted and on the verge of madness if they look at them. Even people as smart as Stark and as determined as Captain America will be seriously affected, and these carriers can be said to be in extremely intimate contact with those monsters.

It is the living insertion of their bodies into their bodies.

"As someone said: Bad days turn anyone into me!"

Chen Ang sighed: "I don't think there is anything worse than this. What about being a human being? The most important thing is to be happy. I hope you can once be for a person who brings happiness to others—a clown!" He bent four fingers, Put a quotation mark next to his ear. (to be continued~^~)