We Villains Put Invincibility on Our Faces

[You have obtained the legacy, Magic Scroll: Krex's Wall of Slaughter]

[Krex's Wall of Slaughter, creating an ice wall that lasts for three seconds, slows down all creatures except the user, and causes frostbite.

Damn, what I invented is not an auxiliary magic, you believe me-Magister Krex]

[Currently held items: Krex’s Wall of Slaughter*1, Human Soul Fragment*3]

Looking at the magister’s message, Krieger said that he was speechless. Obviously, the magister was not a powerful character, and the two characters specially marked “legacy” simply overflowed maliciously. As for the human soul, it is probably the legacy of the three gangsters. I don’t know what it is. The ability to collect souls is not a kind way to use it. Krieger sighed again. He began to feel the number of sighs throughout the year. Not as many as today.

Minor changes?

Krieger took off his coat. The fluff near the collar made him uncomfortable. Even though Bugarati rushed into the train in front of him, Krieger still shook his coat calmly.

"Bessie, hello, Bessie, what are you doing!" Prosit held the door and looked at Krieger out of breath, "Why would I see you here!"

"I saw it, big brother! Bugalati, he hugged a tortoise and hid in front! They are all in front!" Krieger replied loudly so that Prosit had no time to think, he decided to change the plot, "My [Beach] Boy] already following them, they can't run away!"

Although the assassination team and the protagonist team are both enemies of the boss, the disagreement in the concept makes them unable to cooperate in any way. Except for the final [Golden Experience Calming Song], the protagonist and the group can't help much in front of the boss, but Qiaolu Once Nuo’s [Golden Experience] evolves into [Golden Experience Calming Song], it means that Krieger’s mission will fail completely.

The fifth jojo is a gangster background. Even if Krieger likes the characters very much, it cannot be denied that most of the protagonists here have nothing to do with good people. Before the end of the story, almost everyone has the best style. The hands of Bugara are stained with blood, and the golden spirit of being helpful cannot conceal what they have done.

To end your story here, Krieger made up his mind that I will not let you die, but you will leave here!

"Good job, Bessie! You really have grown!" Prosit raised his eyebrows happily, and the lines of the entire face became much softer. "We must catch that girl alive, no one can hinder us!"

"Yes, brother, they entered the cab just now, but my beach boy can only find two living creatures."

Prosit bent down and looked inside from the gap under the car door, "Two living creatures? Use your [Beach Boy] to attack the inside, they can't disappear for no reason."

Krieger squeezed his index finger to keep the fishing rod in a level state. Prosit was a wise man. He was thinking about how to guide Prosit to discover the abnormality inside.

"Wait for Big Brother", even if there is a risk of exposure, Krieger still speaks. As long as [the heroic Chengren] is the first to get to the protagonist team, there is no concern about catching Terry Hugh alive, there is a great possibility that he can get rid of the protagonist team, "We It’s normal for someone in the cab to be on a moving train. What if I kill the driver in the attack? We don’t know if they get off the train by any means. Let’s look for it first."

"Bessie, Bessie, we are going to do a big vote here. That group of guys are definitely in this car, [The GratefulDead] (The GratefulDead)!" While Prosit said the alias, the upper body was long. An eye-filled substitute appeared behind him, no feet, only three fingers of the strong arm supporting the terrifying body of the heroic Chengren.

"Brother, we just want to capture the girl alive, there is no need to kill them, there are tourists here." After all, Krieger lives in a good society, the conscience cultivated by the growth environment of his two lives for nearly forty years, Even the threat of death can't be completely wiped out. This conscience makes him have to stop Prohut.

What Krieger didn’t expect was that Prosit directly grabbed his shirt and lifted him up in one hand. “Bessie, do you know what you’re talking about? We have no way out. The boss found us. What awaits us is the organization’s capital punishment! You have been with me for two years, how can you still look like this picture of mommy? Look at you all day long saying you want to be a master, but how can you be weak!"

"But we don't have to..."

"Ha!" Prosit suppressed Krieger's defense with a louder voice, "Do you think you are a good person? A messenger of justice? Do you want to die?"

No, no, Prohutt's last words hit Krieger's heart. Yes, I can't even protect myself. My body is still being used as food by that monster. Why do I still have the heart to sympathize with other people? I will be merciful to the protagonists, but will the protagonists care about his life?

In the original book, Prosit was crushed by a train, and Bessie was cut into several pieces. They have become enemies with Bugarati and his party. Even if he turns around and leaves now, is he still crying and begging? The boss let him go? Finally continue to experience the feeling of being eaten?

"You are too weak, Bessie! There is still timidity in your heart! Your growth is not enough!" Seeing "Bessie" stared at the same place, Prosit's tone also softened, but his hands Instead, he held the collar harder, "If you don’t grow up, we won’t be able to hold on to the honor. Your [Beach Boy] is a great ability, but you, the master, have not made a good sense of consciousness at all. When you find Bugarati When they enter the cab, they should face them!"

Before the words were over, the door lock of the cab was slapped crooked by [Magic Chengren], revealing the full view of the cab.

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Chapter 5 Attack begins

No, that's not right, even the enemy should not involve the innocent.

"Who are you, who let you in, wait, hey, wait!"

Seeing Prosit entering the cab and pressing the driver who was scared to pale to question, Krieger had some thoughts.

Right and wrong are all subjective manifestations, and it is too naive and superficial to judge human behavior by good or bad and good and evil. What is really wrong is that he has no strength. If he is strong enough, he can completely protect a car of tourists. If he is strong enough, only the wicked boss will die, not because of an inexplicable order, just because of his weakness.

Krieger was surprised that he had always been accustomed to using wisdom to solve problems. Violence had never appeared in his life, because everything was organized in his small world. He had been living the elders and authority regulations very early. A good normal life makes no difference as to whether he is a bicycle or a sports car, because once he leaves the driver of his life, Krieger doesn’t know how to move on. His body is free, but his spirit is habitually obliterated. Imprisonment.

[The current anger is just the secretion of several hormones. As long as you replace your body, you can have any emotions; as long as you are given an organ to observe the world, you can have a different perspective]

There are inexplicable words in his mind, and a lonely soul is vaguely roaring unwillingly.

[If you don’t cultivate it well, it’s not the same as living well]

There was a human figure sitting on the ground, that lonely temperament almost wilted Krieger’s mind. What he was talking about, Krieger stretched his neck desperately to hear clearly, and finally Krieger heard it. The figure said, "Good luck, successor."

"Ha~hu, ha~hu", Krieger felt that he had heart palpitations, the whole world was spinning in front of his eyes, and something called Ye Wang flowed out of his pupils and gradually filled his whole eyes.

No wonder I play the role of Bessie, Krieger tries to breathe in more air, not only Bessie who is weak, it is me who is weak.

"Brother, let him go." Krieger held Proshut's shoulders. The conductor looked at them in horror. He didn't even dare to say a word of cruelty. He hurriedly clutched his broken tooth and ran out. The breath of a creature."

"What?" Prosit turned his head, but saw a flame burning in "Bessie"'s eyes. He squinted his eyes and carefully examined this younger brother who was heavily dependent on him. He felt that Bessie was a little different. Prosit looked around and was sure no one could hide around. He snarled, "Bessie, do you still think about kindness?"

"No brother, I understand."

Prosit has already reprimanded "Bessie", and now Bessie's persona is no longer the cowardly Ma Baonan, but a stand-in messenger. I will seize this opportunity and pronounce my victory!

Krieger walked up to Prosit without backing down and pulled him out of the cab directly. There is another way he can calm his heart and separate the innocent passengers, that is, the protagonists are dead here!

Krieger closed the door of the cab with force. The damaged door lock fell to the ground when closed violently, making a clear sound. Krieger whispered to Proshut: "Invisible living creature! Driving! The room can only sit two people at the same time. If there is an invisible creature, it can only be the tortoise in Bucarati's hands. It may be a stand-in messenger sent by the boss!"

"what?"

"Hurry up and use your best ability against the cab! Big brother!"

Prosit immediately understood what Krieger meant. Without any hesitation, he raised the aging ability of [Majesty Cheng Ren] to the peak. At the same time, the hook in Krieger's hand was immediately thrown out, and the ten-meter-long line was embedded in the wall. , The sharp hooks shuttled through every wall of the cab, wrapping the cab tightly.

If the enemy is bright and I am dark, let me understand your golden spirit, I Krieger will not give my destiny to others again!

This train is your end!

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"Unexpectedly, there is still a room here," Bugarati explained to his team. "It seems that the boss let us escape from this turtle. I hope we can reach Venice safely."

The small plane Naranga raised his head and looked like a mentally handicapped child, "This...this turtle is also a stand-in messenger." He reached out to the ceiling, but he didn't expect the entire upper body to be sucked out of the tortoise. The tortoise was An animal that likes shade, it got under the chair when it felt the heat, and Naranga was stuck under the seat.

"It hurts." Naranga hurriedly retracted and fell from the ceiling of the tortoise's stand-in room again.

Everyone in the room was attracted by him, "It hurts, but this is so cool! This turtle is like a spaceship!"

"Are you an idiot?" Fugal raised Naranga, "There may be chasing soldiers outside, be careful!"

"I see, I'm not an idiot, an idiot, there is no one outside at all." Naranga rolled his eyes, Foge ignored him, he was stroking the wall with a serious face, "This room is not an illusion. Even the sofa and furniture are real."

Apache still maintained the habit of working as a police officer. He noticed some unreasonable places. He squatted down before the others, opened the refrigerator in the room, and said, "Well, there are drinks, and the drinks are still very ice."

"Probably the boss considers us," Bugarati spread his hands. "After all, a tortoise is a slow-moving creature that can't bite or bark. We only need..."

"Who are you, who let you in, wait, wait!" Bugarati was interrupted by a sudden wailing, "It's the conductor", Choruno Chobana, JOJO's Bizarre Adventure No. 5 The protagonist of the ministry finally said the first sentence.