The scariest thing was that a deadly weapon would fall into the hands of an uncontrollable target.
No matter when, once such a situation occurred, it often meant that a disaster had broken out.
That was the situation inside the platform. Seeing his former colleague become possessed and become one with the source of horror, the staff did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
If he didn't kill others, he would be the one killed.
The staff member with the short sword let out a strange laugh, as if he enjoyed the feeling of being shot at by the weapons.
"Kekeke, all of you go to hell!"
Facing the crazy shooting, he continued to walk forward, the short sword in his hand slashing wantonly.
Shrill screams rang out as people were constantly cut down, and broken limbs flew everywhere.
They didn't die immediately. Instead, they kept wailing. It was obvious that they were in great pain.
"No, you can't kill me!"
