Noah tirelessly plunged into the enemy's ranks. Maya was his best partner. His dual blades took down many beast heads and limbs. Noah transformed one hand into a broad blade, secretly searching for the beast he had been with Happiness that night. It was a bit difficult for him because, although he was strong, he couldn't really distinguish the faces of the beasts. So Noah had to kill off the ones that looked similar first. Who cared anyway? They all had to die. He was truly an irresponsible killer.
Why did he suddenly have the urge to do such reckless things? Was it because Maya, his capable partner, was leaving after this battle? Or... because of her...
Noah couldn't be bothered to think about it. He just suddenly disliked those beasts that had warm bodies and flowing blood. At least they could shoot out a certain liquid using a certain organ, even impregnating that girl.
If Noah wanted to, he could also freely adjust the length and thickness of that certain organ and bring women immense pleasure. But occasionally, when he thought about it, that long-lost feeling of pleasure from ejaculating would make him feel a sense of suffocation.
Isn't it a bit ridiculous? Noah, the soul figure of the Purifiers, the heir personally chosen by Moses, finally slowly regained memories and emotions about humans, starting from reminiscing about the lower half of his body. Happiness was the spark that ignited the fuse.
But this is the inherent nature of male animals. Whether it's humans, beasts, or deep-sea octopuses, whether it's King Kong fighting planes or something else, the purpose of all wars is to fight for power and profit. Justice and such excuses are just bullshit. Whoever wins has the power to decide the fate of others. The ultimate goal for males in gaining power through fighting is only one thing: the right to mate. So it's not surprising that Noah's mindset is like this now, even without any women. The memory of these genes is forever imprinted in the blood of male animals, passed down from generation to generation. After all, the first time there was a fight between living beings after the birth of Earth, maybe it was because two male primitive humans were fighting over a female primitive human.
Noah was just returning to his true nature.
He chopped off half the body of a male lion. Hot blood sprayed all over Noah's face, but it didn't obstruct his vision. He didn't pay it any mind. The bones and corpses piled up like mountains under his blade. Noah suddenly wanted to grab that little girl who had come from a thousand years ago and press her down under him. Maybe he would remember more past events, and maybe he would live a slightly more meaningful life.
Using the cold steel to make the ice-cold organ, he would make her experience the pleasures of life and enjoy her wonderful expressions. This thought caused the nonexistent adrenaline to surge in Noah's brain.
It's really ridiculous. He was like a god of slaughter rampaging through the beast herd, an unbelievably powerful man. On one hand, he reaped lives, and on the other, he indulged in fantasies about that incredibly weak girl with thin skin. His mind was filled with all sorts of dirty thoughts.
The snow finally stopped, and the moonlight shone brightly. A river of blood flowed outside of District Ten, and the scattered bodies of the Purifiers lay densely within the river of blood. Decapitated heads and severed limbs reflected the cold light, and the stars shimmered in the river of blood. If there were gods in the world, they would secretly watch this scene behind the clouds and find it beautiful.
Happiness's endurance wasn't low, but she began to feel an uncontrollable anxiety and fear. Although Lanze acted quickly, there were too many scenes that she couldn't see in time. So many beasts and Purifiers perished together. This was the first time Happiness felt such a cruel reality.
She couldn't sit comfortably on the chair or in Vincent's arms. Happiness shrank to the back of the living room. Vincent played with two dicks, curiously watching her hugging herself squatting under the wall. This time he didn't use his tail to flick her away. Vincent remained calm and had a clear conscience.
The two veterinarians were almost unable to bear it. The delicate appearance of the girl undoubtedly attracted the beasts a lot. There was no need to prove this. Damian stared at the two veterinarians with a devouring look. He didn't disturb Happiness, nor did he allow the veterinarians, AB, to disturb her. It would be better for her to be alone for a while.
"You beasts..." Veterinarian A sighed, envy written all over his face. "You are really lucky. Even if you die, you are lucky to have a real woman worrying about you."
Veterinarian B chimed in, "Yes, if it were me, I would be happy even if I were chopped into eighteen pieces."
Their voices were loud enough for Happiness to hear clearly. She choked for a moment, but no tears came out.
"I don't think anyone will die." Damian said, pretending to casually glance at Happiness, who was sitting in the corner hugging her knees. "I've looked carefully, there's no Ben, or Eugene and the others."
Lionel shrugged his shoulders, rare for him to agree with Damian's words, and said, "I didn't see anything on my computer either. They got lucky, they didn't go to the main battlefield."
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