Warlord

Alice walked elegantly from the north entrance of the town to the south along the only street in the town. There were more than a hundred of these spikes, and every time a spike was shot out, new members would be able to create even more icicles.

From the moment Alice entered the town, the massacre started. Panic spread rapidly as the first icicle struck the chest of a sleeping man in a shack. Whether it was the elderly, children, or men, none of the residents in the town were able to escape from Alice’s aura. And once they were locked on, the ice pick would drag a blue light with it as it drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, and in the end, no matter where the target was, the ice pick would accurately hit their chest. Afterwards, the Su inside would emit a large amount of cold air, freezing the target into an ice sculpture.

By the time Alice had reached the end of the street, there were no longer any moving objects left. There were hundreds of ice sculptures behind her. They were like works of art created by a master, each ice sculpture perfectly depicting the human expression in the face of despair.

Are they all dead?

Alice suddenly looked towards the gas station on the side of the street. The convenience store in the gas station was quiet, but Alice could feel a faint biological aura coming from it. The aura was not distinct, but it was flickering occasionally. If he were to use his ice pick again, Alice wasn’t 100% sure if he would be able to make it in time.

She headed for the convenience store.

“Why should I hide? To die at my hands is already a mercy. At least I will let you die in a short period of time. The pain will end in an instant. If my other companions were to act, you would know the true meaning of hell. ” Alice’s voice was soft, like a whisper of the wind.

But her words went into the convenience store, across the room, and into old Pete’s ears. To the old man, this was undoubtedly the whisper of a demon.

Old Pete lit a cigarette for himself with a trembling hand and then fiercely smoked a few mouthfuls. The pungent smoke revolved in his lungs, causing Old Pete to feel an intense pain but he regained his focus.