Lobotomy: Battle Master's Strongest Knight

"Hey, what are you doing standing in front of here, you bastard?" Little Red Riding Hood said unhappily as she looked at the Magic Bullet Shooter who stopped in front of her.

"The passage ahead is blocked." Upon hearing this, the Demon Bullet Shooter turned his head slightly, pointed to the blocked passage ahead and spoke.

"Tsk, I thought it was something else." Little Red Riding Hood looked at the passage ahead, then turned and walked directly to the passage to the side:

"A Scythe Apostle died in there, so this road is blocked. We have to take a detour."

"The dead apostle..." After hearing the words of the Magic Bullet Shooter, Lanlan, he turned to Little Red Riding Hood and asked:

"If I remember correctly, the broadcast just now announced that the apostles would be resurrected. Do you know what the conditions for the resurrection of those apostles are?"

"Ha, how would I know that? Why don't you just go and ask Shen Yu?"

Hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the other person with contempt, then walked straight forward and went to another passage.

However, before Little Red Riding Hood had taken a few steps, she heard the worried voice of her red friend:

"Master, what should we do if that guy really comes back to life?" The friend, whose face turned red, looked at the protective door nearby and spoke worriedly.

"Alas," Little Red Riding Hood held her forehead with her left hand and sighed. Then she bent her right hand and slashed the surrounding wall with a knife. Then she pointed at the dent on it and explained:

“You’ve been here for quite some time, so you should know that this place is very weird. Our powers have been suppressed to varying degrees.

"Don't worry, they are all blocked in there. As long as the thing called suppressor in the manual is not blown up, you don't have to worry about them escaping..."

However, before Little Red Riding Hood finished her words, a surging blood-red soul wave instantly swept across the entire corridor. Even the company's walls and protective doors trembled slightly under the impact of the anti-Kabbalah energy.

That soul halo was like a blood-red wave in the dark night, rushing towards the silent distance. Wherever it went, everything was shaken by its vigorous power.

When the soul halo passed by, a miraculous change instantly occurred on the drooping body of the Scythe Apostle. The broken limbs were repaired and the torn wounds were closed. It was as if time was reversed, and all the scars disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then the Scythe Apostle used Meng to rekindle the blazing blood-red light, then tightly grasped the blood sickle in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Damn it, what was that just now!"

After being hit by the soul aura that was filled with strong anti-Kabbalah energy, Little Red Riding Hood held her confused forehead and complained in a low voice.

However, at this moment, Little Red Riding Hood suddenly caught a glimpse of her red friend lying on the ground, holding her head with both hands, her body trembling in pain, and muttering to herself:

"It hurts, don't say it, don't say it anymore..."

"Hey, how do you..."

However, before Little Red Riding Hood could finish her words, she heard the sharp sound of a sharp weapon cutting through metal from behind.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill ran up his spine like a ghost, making Little Red Riding Hood feel like she was falling into an ice cellar.

Not good... After sensing the extreme danger, Little Red Riding Hood turned around hastily, and then saw the fragments of the protective door flying towards her like a cannonball.

Damn it! Seeing this, Little Red Riding Hood yelled and quickly drew out her meat saw to block.

But what was strange was that the expected collision did not occur, and his meat saw directly cut through the fragments of the originally extremely solid protective door.

What’s going on… The force that’s suppressing me has almost disappeared. Doesn’t this mean that that thing has also been released?

Upon hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood's heart sank suddenly, and then she quickly drew her weapon and looked forward with full preparations.

As the last piece of debris fell, the hunched body with blood-red lines slowly walked into the corridor.

The moment it appeared, the air around it seemed to freeze, and the temperature in the entire corridor instantly dropped to zero, plunging into an eternal winter night.

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"Senior, how long are we going to stay here? I, I'm really scared..." A new civilian staff member asked tremblingly as he looked at Owen in front of him.

"It's okay, it's okay. We are in the company's shelter now. Nothing from outside can get in. It's very safe here..."

Puff! Before Owen could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sharp sound of a blade piercing his body, causing everyone's faces to freeze instantly.

Owen's words came to an abrupt halt. The severe pain from his abdomen instantly froze the smile on his face like ice. When he lowered his head tremblingly, he saw a bloody gun blade had pierced his body.

Warm and sticky blood flowed slowly along the gun blade, dripping onto the ground, as if dripping into everyone's heart, announcing that their last fantasy was completely shattered.

"Ha...ha..." Feeling dizzy, Owen raised his right hand tremblingly, pointed at the emergency passage beside him, and uttered a few words with difficulty:

"There... run... run..."

However, before Owen could finish his cry, the spear stirred in his stomach, then slashed upwards, cruelly cutting his body in half. Blood spurted out, like a bright red lotus, slowly blooming in this space shrouded in despair.

Then, the almost frozen space was instantly shredded by a sharp sound of metal twisting. A pair of pale bony hands stretched out from the gap and easily shredded the protective door that everyone regarded as a life barrier.

The door that originally blocked all threats was now as fragile as a piece of paper toyed with by a child, revealing the apostle's terrifying posture.

It was not until then that the staff around him realized what Owen had seen.

It was a huge and deformed stone monster with a hunched body, just like a creature from an ancient story that had fallen into the mortal world, a monster with both holiness and evil coexisting, an indescribable horror.

On the bird-beak mask that looked neither human nor inhuman, the right pupil was burning with a never-extinguished blood-red flame, while the left pupil was empty, like an invisible vortex, absorbing all the light and hope around it.

"Help...help!"

The moment he saw the apostle, a staff member at the back suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry, then staggered and fell to the ground, then used his hands and feet to run towards the distant exit, like a drowning man desperately grabbing the last straw.

However, just as he was about to reach the exit and escape, his last hope was torn to pieces with a snap.

His fingertips were only a few miles away from the door handle, but his body was hanging in the air uncontrollably. His legs kicked with all their might, but could not touch any solid ground.

All the sounds around him instantly fell silent. Apart from the heavy breathing echoing in his ears, he could only hear the unwilling beating of his own heart.

"No...don't...I beg you, let me go...let me go..."

The clerk's body was shaking like a sieve, tears mixed with snot kept flowing out, dripping onto the ground, and a whimpering sound came out of his throat.

But the only response he got was a dull but clear explosion in the silence - snap...

As the apostle squeezed lightly, his head burst like foam in an instant, and the contents mixed with bone fragments splattered everywhere, adding a touch of red to the shelter, and also ending everyone's demands and hopes.

Looking at the apostle in front of them, the staff around them felt their legs go weak and fell to the ground. Their brains were so terrified that they had no idea at all. They could only stare blankly at the front and make strange sounds that sounded like crying but not laughing.

However, after a few breaths, these desperate whimpers and fear were replaced by the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.