Chapter 533
The shots of Xin Jian Yixiao and Nikabonnie flashed by in the sky for a short time, and once again the main perspective was placed on the holy land of Marijoa, where an unruly man appeared in the shot.
His appearance was like a strange landscape, with bright green hair dancing wantonly. In sharp contrast, his face was painted with colorful clown makeup. The man's eyes revealed a hysterical madness, ignoring any order and full of chaotic freedom.
Wearing a red suit, the yellow lining and the green shirt set off each other. This combination exudes an absurd and unique charm. Every detail shows his uniqueness, as if loudly announcing his existence to the world.
The man's walking movements are exaggerated and unruly, as if he is performing a crazy drama of his own. His existence reminds people of the clown in the circus, which can bring laughter and make people feel a little uneasy.
"Where did this lunatic come from? Do you know where this is? Get out if you don't want to die."
The CP9 agent who had just taken over the patrol work was full of resentment. Suddenly, he saw a lunatic, which made his brain lose reason for a short time and he didn't recognize who the person was at the first time.
"I am really a lunatic, but unfortunately no psychiatrist dares to give me a proof."
The Joker smiled playfully for the people present. The bright red at the corner of his mouth made this smile more weird, which made people feel very uncomfortable at first glance.
But before CP9 could express any opinions, an invisible force directly cut off the other party's head. Blood burst out from the smooth incision. This warm liquid splashed on the building, dyeing the surrounding white buildings with a touch of red.
After the headless male corpse fell down, the female agent with blood splashed on her face froze in place because of fear. She trembled all over and made a stress response, muttering the name of the person who came: "Joker...Bucky".
"The answer is correct, but unfortunately I didn't prepare a gift for you."
The head of the female CP0 gradually slipped from her neck. Before she died, she still had a confused look on her face. The headless female corpse lost support and fell to the ground. The woman's head rolled down the steps, leaving a trace of blood along the way.
The clown, with bright makeup on his face, took brisk steps, like a shining star, happily walking up the steps. Bucky's steps were full of rhythm, as if every step was on the beat of the music, brisk and agile.
As he moved, his posture began to dance with the melody of the music. His movements were exaggerated and expressive. Every turn and every wave were full of joy and passion. His expressions were colorful, sometimes laughing, sometimes teasing, and sometimes mysterious, as if conveying endless joy and surprises to people.
The ball he seemed to be attending must be a grand and lively one. Imagine the gorgeous decorations, bright lights and cheerful music complementing each other to create a dreamy atmosphere. As one of the protagonists of this ball, the clown will use his unique performance and joyful atmosphere to inject more vitality and joy into the whole scene.
His presence will undoubtedly become a highlight of the event, attracting everyone's attention. People will be infected by his joy, dance with his rhythm, and enjoy this happy time together. Whether others believe it or not, the clown Bucky believes it.
Bucky's rising dance steps are like a dream, and every step carries a deadly threat. Wherever he goes, life is easily harvested like straw. The flesh and blood body is shattered under the invisible force, and the head rolls down the steps. The blood is like a spring, dyeing this originally sacred place red.
The dancer was like a ghost, shuttling through this bloody scene. His figure appeared and disappeared, making it hard to figure out. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the ground was covered with broken limbs and arms. The blood gathered into streams and flowed down with the breath of death.
As he continued to dance, the shadow of death continued to expand, and the originally vibrant scene was completely destroyed. Instead, it was replaced by a dead silence. There was no laughter and joy of life, only endless fear and despair, and the dancer danced alone in this bloody storm, as if all this was just part of his performance.
CP9, who rushed out at the first time, did not give any reaction and was directly cut into pieces by the fruit of shattering. CP0, who came later, performed slightly better until he used the armed color domineering to protect his body from the fruit ability. However, sometimes being obsessed with domineering is also a sin. CP0 handed in the wrong answer with his own life.
Buggy the Clown walked all the way up the stairs, harvesting at least hundreds of government agents' lives.Life, their existence is insignificant and they are too lazy to even look at it. They walked up to the highest point with cheerful dance steps and entered the core area of the Holy Land Mary Joa.
But did the Knights of God slack off this time? Baki walked from the periphery to the depths of the Holy Land, but did not encounter a decent opponent. He was alone as if there was no one in the world. He cut wherever he went, and even people and buildings were torn into pieces by him.
The people in the inner city of the Holy Land had not received the news of the invasion. Some pigs who put themselves in oxygen tanks were enjoying afternoon tea time on the lawn of the inner city, with a bunch of slaves serving them on the left and right. They were completely luxurious and superior.
"Is this the circus you booked for me? The clown's makeup is pretty good. If it's a female clown, I can catch her and play with her. I'm not interested in men."
A fat dragon man, who was as fat as a pig, saw the clown Buggy coming from a distance. He didn't choose to run away at the first time, but chose to watch the show on the spot. He wanted to see how capable the funny clown was. If he could make him laugh, he would definitely get a lot of money.
The dragon man, whose brain was full of shit, didn't foresee the existence of danger, but the slaves and white-suited agents beside him felt sweaty in an instant. It was an absolute fear from the physiology.
Seeing the two feet of the dragon man stepping on the face of the beautiful slave as a foot pad, and holding two beautiful women in his arms, it was a picture of happiness. I don't know how many women have been ruined by this dragon man.
"Since you like women so much, why don't you try to be a woman yourself?"
"Ah"?
A clown dared to talk to a Tianlong man like this. Who gave him the courage? Before his bad temper exploded, he suddenly felt a sharp pain under his body. Only then did he realize that it was too late.
The proud male characteristics were completely separated from the fat body of the Tianlong pig. The blood dyed the cut red. The God Clan could no longer be a man.
