Rise of the Doomsday Elves

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Black Lagoon Prison looks like a square box.

The outer wall is made of layers of black iron plates. Every time you walk a hundred or so steps, you will see a watchtower, which is used by prison guards to monitor prisoners.

Inside stood prisoners wearing red and white striped clothing.

In the middle of the square main body of the prison is a playground the size of a football field.

It is used to ventilate prisoners' doors.

There are thousands of prisoners in a huge prison. They only have half an hour to relax every day, and they take turns to relax in this playground.

However, the situation is very different now.

The playground was crowded with people. Looking around, there were about 200 people.

Bonfires were lit in the four corners.

They sat cross-legged on the playground, heads lowered, hands clenched into fists on the ground.

In front of them was a throne made of office chairs and scrap metal.

They were all dressed in the same uniform, wearing a red and white prison uniform with a red coat with white edges on the outside. Four large vertical characters were written in white paint on the back of the coat.

黑

礁

一

Home

A young man with disheveled hair walked slowly from the end of the queue. He was wearing a black tank top with a dragon and tiger pattern on it. A large gold chain hung around his neck. He put his left hand in his trouser pocket and took out his right hand casually. With his ears closed and his expressionless face, the corners of his mouth would twitch from time to time, revealing his white teeth and gums.

A black man wearing a peaked cap crookedly followed behind him, waving his hands wildly, shaking his body constantly, as if he had epilepsy, and singing a rap that was not too fast.

"My blood is surging, I am preemptive, I am dancing with ecstasy, I am ecstatic, and there are many tribulations. I am called to action. It is as fast as the wind and as slow as the forest. It invades like fire and is motionless as a mountain. It is difficult to know that it is like the yin moving like thunder. I bow down to introspect and cut off my selfish thoughts with my own hands. , good and evil are everywhere, and the plain and ordinary life makes people frightened in every way. Go to hell, do you hear me? Those who stand in my way shall die. It is human nature to have desires that are hard to satisfy."

As he sang, the black man's rhythm began to become a little chaotic. He coughed twice, and then the rhythm began to become chaotic and finally misfired.

The young man walking in front of him tilted his head slightly and glared at him from the corner of his eyes. The bloodshot whites of his eyes made him look fierce and intimidating.

"Hey, didn't I say that the background music could be stopped when I appear?"

The black man's face darkened.

He became a little flustered and quickly explained: "Brother Monster, I really didn't mean it. I was really hungry and ran out of energy. I really can't sing anymore."

"You're very hungry, aren't you?" The young man with the radiant hair turned around completely, raising the corners of his mouth upwards, revealing a cruel smile.

The black man waved his hand, "No, I'm not hungry anymore. I'm fine and I can continue singing."

The young man with radiant hair slowly shook his head, put his left hand on the black man's shoulder, and his right hand that was originally picking his ears slowly dropped, "If you are hungry, you should eat."

"Brother Monster, I'm really not hungry anymore." The black man shook his head in panic and kept retreating.

The young man forced forward, clenched a fist with his right hand, waved his arm fiercely, and punched forward quickly like a bullet.

The black man seemed to have anticipated this situation and wanted to reach out to block it, but the punch was too fast.

In the blink of an eye, it hit the black man's stomach and sunk deeply.

The black man's hands that wanted to block him stopped in mid-air, and his whole body froze as if he had been petrified.

Along with the fist comes a huge impact.

The black man felt that his internal organs were about to be shattered by this heavy blow.

All the strength in his body slowly disappeared along with this pain.

The limbs began to become dull and inoperable.

The brain also began to become confused due to the severe pain, and consciousness became unclear.

Finally, the power in the black man's body was completely drained, and he knelt down on the ground, clutching his stomach and arching his body into a ball.

The young man with the radiant hair slowly squatted down and asked softly: "Does my fist taste good?"

Then he kicked the person closest to him who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, "Hey, take him to the doctor and give him some food. When he wakes up, let him come to me to report."

The man's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he nodded respectfully, "Yes, Brother Monster."

The radiant young man nodded with satisfaction and continued to move forward, his expression still as careless as before.

Wherever they went, people sitting cross-legged on the ground supported their bodies with their hands and moved to both sides to avoid a road.

At the end of the line, a man with a turban on his head stood up and handed him a coat with the Black Lagoon family printed on it.

The young man with radiant hair took the coat, casually put it on his body, and walked towards the Scrap Iron Throne.

The man wearing a turban followed slowly.

After the radiant young man sat on the throne, everyone sitting around on the playground lowered their heads.

Behind the Scrap Iron Throne, a man wearing an eyepatch came out with a cigarette in his mouth and an iron chain in his hand.

In the dark place behind, a yellow and black object tied by an iron chain flashed away.