"It's okay... it's okay..."

Akiba Liumiho firmly lifted Qiyuan Liuhua up and walked towards a place far away from danger.

Tonight, it is destined to be unforgettable.

...

In terms of pure physical strength, the epidemic doctor is far inferior to Abel.

Semitic women can tear open the hard concrete wall like tofu with their bare hands, and the pitch-black sickle can cut off even the hardest alloy. It is impossible for the Epidemic Doctor to outperform Abel.

But she has speed.

The high-speed movement ability possessed by the Epidemic Doctor surpassed that of Semitic women to a certain extent, so thanks to this ability, she could barely deal with Abel.

As long as she can touch her skin, let her stop...

The epidemic doctor thought, and then used the scalpel to change the direction of the sickle's swing, so that her head could be preserved.

After another move, the hand bone of the epidemic doctor has self-treated four times.

"Go around! Are you a flea!?"

Abel asked angrily, and then replaced him with cursing in ancient Semitic language.

Its meaning is nothing more than accusing the epidemic doctors of refusing to fight directly.

"Seven attacks, five of them were direct attempts to touch me with your hands, right? Your hands are capable..."

Abel cut away the afterimage of the epidemic doctor with a sickle, and laughed ironically.

"Do you think I would obediently let you touch me after knowing this? Hurry up and put away those boring tricks! Win or lose like a fighter from the front!"

"..."

It's tricky.

The epidemic doctor involuntarily stepped back two steps, as far as possible from Abel, and glanced behind him.

The girls have escaped, so is it time to retreat...

However, the question is how to escape from this guy.

Abel clung to the epidemic doctor like a poisonous snake, preventing her from having any free time. The increasing speed and habit of her actions made the epidemic doctor more and more headache.

Suddenly, the offensive posture of the Semitic women stopped.

The epidemic doctor was taken aback for a moment, and then seized this opportunity, and completely retreated from Abel's attack range, and came to a safe position where he could escape immediately.

"That's it."

"You woman will really cause us trouble!"

"So rebellious, I really don't know why His Royal Highness Rope would accept you..."

With three voices in different tones, the epidemic doctor looked up. In the narrow sky of the alley, three ceremonial masks were suspended in the air, exuding the light of green evil power.

The huge and invisible power of evil thought temporarily restrained Abel's body.

"Mask...you are again..."

Abel gritted his teeth, ignoring the groaning of his body, actually intending to use brute force to break free from the shamisen mask.

Slowly, more monsters appeared.

Umbrella gods, steel aliens, fashion models, slit girls, ghosts... the servants of the father of the demons, Rope's powerful subordinates emerged in front of Abel.

And the Semitic women themselves were hugged by a pair of white hands with their slender and toned waists.

"Sister Abel, don't do this! Haven't we already left that place? Don't do such cruel things again!"

"Let go of me... you idiot!"

It was SCP-105 Iris who hugged Abel, who was once a member of "Pandora's Box" together with her, and was one of the few people who won Abel's respect.

Abel broke away from the power of the evil thoughts with one hand, and gave the blond girl a heavy punch. When he saw Yion's teary face with closed eyes, he couldn't get his hands down, and he sighed helplessly.

The power of the embrace is so weak, but it can restrain Abel more than the power of the shamisen mask.

Just like the trail report drawn by the SCP Foundation, perhaps Yion is the person of Tianke Abel, and the ancient Semitic female warrior is angry and tolerant of this girl.

In the end, watching more and more monsters, Abel gave up resistance.

"Sister Abel?!"

Iris looked at Abel in surprise, who shook her shoulders tiredly and motioned to the girl to let her go.

"Satisfied?"

Abel stared at Iris, who nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The Semitic women turned their attention to the monsters, or the three-flavored masks that dominated them.

"You have been with humans for a long time, and you are also suffering from human stinks?" She sneered: "Monsters should use strength and killing to decide whether to survive, just like your adult, powerful and brilliant It’s the most disgusting act of the weak to get together in a group for warmth, and I even want to kill you all one by one!"

"hateful!"

"Don't look down on people, you outsider!"

"Master Sanwei Mask, put her to death!"

The Shamisen Mask looked at the monster subordinates and Abel with a headache, and it didn't know what to do with it.

Killing will resurrect, and the main body of the sarcophagus cannot be destroyed at all, unless Abel can really change his mind, otherwise this cycle of killing will continue forever.

"You don't need to do it."

Abel swept the monsters and pointed the sickle at his neck.

"Next time, my prey will be you. Get ready for battle..."

With blood spattered, the Semitic women resolutely chose to mutilate themselves when they were not suitable for fighting.

But for her, it was just a level of "going home to sleep".

Iris looked at Abel turned into ashes with tears and tears. No matter how many times, the girl seemed to never accept Abel's behavior, even if she knew Abel would be resurrected.

"Sanwei mask, His Royal Highness Rope ordered me to protect a certain girl, and this woman has truly threatened her life today, and should deal with this guy's madness immediately." Umbrella God said.