Chapter 467

But the crowd of people playing games in the center of the plaza.

Even if there wasn't a single bed in this plaza.

It couldn't stop their enthusiasm for playing games at all.

Looking closely

They were actually not happy at all.

The men were all sallow and thin, like bamboo poles.

When standing, their legs were still trembling non-stop.

While the women were all in pain, covered in bruises.

Their nerves looked quite weak.

The eyes of both sides had long since turned hollow, like shells without souls.

Among them, a few men did not rest after finishing a game.

Instead, they chose to continue starting another game.

Repeating the cycle, the more they fought, the softer they became.

Very clearly.

They were being used as a machine.

A production machine.

Who would have thought they were also doing this self-production and self-marketing thing?

It's truly admirable!

"Someone has killed their way in, the first floor has been wiped out! Hurry up and get on guard!"

At this moment, it was unknown who was tipping off the news.

The people in the plaza instantly stood up and got on guard.

"Damn it, I'm scared to the point of not being able to go on!"

"You still need to be scared? You were already not able to go on long ago!"

"Shut up, be careful and stay on guard!"

"How come I feel that the opponent is not simple, how could they kill their way here directly?"

"No need to feel, he is just not simple! Didn't you hear the captain say that everyone on the first floor is dead?"

Hoshino Ki walked out from the corner and stretched his neck.

A deep and elegant black robe, a pair of pitch-black and eerie black pupils.

Plus the Death Scythe in his hand that emitted a chilling aura.

This...

Is this really not the Grim Reaper?

"He's here! He's there!"

"Hurry and notify the General!"

Noisy shouting suddenly rang out.

The man standing at the very front didn't even think and rushed up holding a blade.