There was a gorgeous mansion with a large group of people gathered in the house.

This is the mansion of the Meyer family in the city. At this time, not only were there important figures of the Meyer family in the secret room, but the patriarchs of the other two families were also listed.

"Why did it take so long?" Luca muttered.

They didn't know that just a moment ago, their representatives were driven out.

The old patriarch Frans said calmly: "It's okay. Even if he really survives, we are more of a backup plan. The rules we set are iron laws. No one can be an exception."

Another family boss joked: "As long as that kid dies, you don't have to be a ten thousand-year-old second."

He didn't know that this sentence suddenly turned into a bell, and the sound echoed wildly in Luca's mind.

"The second son of a thousand years." The first sentence was the voice of that person.

"The second sentence of ten thousand years old!" The second sentence was already accompanied by a fine needle of mental power piercing his forehead, turning into Kong Xu's voice.

And repeat and repeat again and again.

"You will always be the second son of a thousand years!"

"With his day, you will never have a day to stand out."

These hallucinations were completely imagined by Luca himself. Although the inducement was just four simple words, this was Luca's biggest inner demon. The feeling of resentment that was pressed under the bottom and felt that he would never turn over has been engraved in every corner of Luca's soul.

When Luka was stabbed by a mental force, he could no longer suppress the negative energy in his heart.

The darkness swallowed him in a flash.

His fierce emotions, like the most delicious bait in the world, attracted a graceful spirit to step out of the void and penetrated into his soul in a flash.

Luka's eyes lost their focal length, their eyes were hollow, and their ears suddenly began to seep blood. At the same time, his eyes, cheeks, and neck suddenly appeared on his eyes, curly whiskers like crisscrossing blue veins, and what spurted out from his thick and wide open nostril was blood-colored mist.

"Crab!" The explosion of Luca's skeleton and its swelling figure finally alarmed the big guys who were whispering.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the figure of the muscles swelling like a devil.

"No! How is this possible!" The scheming old foxes were thinking about how to kill Kong Xu and to correct their own star of tomorrow. How could this happen!

The old patriarch collapsed at this moment.

They poured almost all the cultivation resources they could get into Luca. This is the sorrow of the little nobles. They have too few resources and can only cultivate the best descendant. Luca has already been the next patriarch, so who would have thought that Luca would suddenly become a nightmare?

"Roar—" The violent roar of neither human nor beast resounded all over the world. Even this secret room hidden deep underground in the mansion could not suppress the leakage of the sound.

Not to mention those courageous servants, even the knights patrolling the thick walls of their own mansion were stunned for a moment.

In the secret room, several big bosses' guards subconsciously blocked the front. Everyone was weak and the cross sword drawn flashed constantly under the light. That was because the sword edge was trembling.

The power system in this world is quite special. Warrior-type strong men use a power called [Fighting Intention]. In principle, the stronger the will to fight, the more spiritual energy it can transform into something like fighting spirit, and comprehensively strengthen the warrior's strength, speed, agility and endurance.

The lower the warrior, the less determined the mind, the greater the amplitude of his strength. For example, when the lowest level black iron level warrior is strong, he can cut off solid wood stakes as thick as a bowl with one sword. When the fighting spirit is low, it is no different from ordinary big-headed soldiers who simply train muscles.

Those who can be guarded by the clan leader are basically good players at the low level of bronze, and with the baron level, the financial resources are only at this level. When they face the rampage Luca, their fighting spirit will inevitably decrease.

A good nightmare player is so terrible. Although Luka Wannian's second child, his strength reached the first level of bronze level at the end of last year. Under the stimulation of nightmare, I am afraid that a bronze level 9 cannot escape, and even a certain strength breaks through to the silver level.

What makes people feel the most heart-wrenching is that Luca's arms are simply a complete tyrant in Resident Evil. With his arms swelling, he is already as thick as a cow's legs. Not only is the red muscles on it crisscrossing and constantly squirming, but also a few strange blood-filled eyes burst out on the biceps, turning constantly, and scanning the surroundings.

"Strange, what's wrong with him?" A female voice full of confusion made a sound inside Luca. The voice was very small and almost no one could hear it.

She is the possessed dream demon. At this moment, she was shocked to find that everyone in Luca's vision had the same face. The face of a young talent named Mark Yunfield!

"Go to die! Mark--" Luca's mouth full of fangs let out a vague roar.

He rushed forward, and used his big claws that he had mutated from his palm to ignore the counterattack of a guard, easily tearing the whole person apart.

"Hiss!" The sound of cracking silk felt as easy as tearing someone a piece of paper.

"Kill him! Kill him-" No matter what, the three big bosses all screamed, and ran away, leaving only desperate guards in front of them.

The bookcase leading to the secret room in the bunker living room opened. The blood-stained old patriarch of Frans had an unconcealed horror on his face. He shouted: "Luka! Luka has become a nightmare beast--"

A stone startled a thousand layers of waves!

Before the three clan guards guarding outside could react, the old clan leader had already passed through his chest with a pair of huge claws. After half a second, he was torn into two pieces and died tragically on the spot.

Looking at the bloody scene, I glanced at the flowers's moist intestines and internal organs, "Ah--" Several female members screamed in fear, and the unbearable one fainted on the spot.

The next moment, a monster who was three meters tall and had only his head and could vaguely recognize that he was the most outstanding hero in the contemporary era - Master Luca, who came out of the tunnel and started killing. Within less than a minute, the entire hall turned into a terrifying flesh and blood slaughterhouse.

The precious furniture turned into wooden slag and splashed out. The gorgeous stained glass was like a butterfly swept into a storm, withering and shattering while flying, and the thick walls were easily knocked down like building blocks.

The only unexpected thing is that Luca did not attack any female family members or children. Perhaps, because his [jealousy] goal is a man.

Luca's vision kept changing, and he saw that every man had a hateful face. He rushed up madly, crushing the target like a tank, destroying the "he" he hated and jealous.
Chapter completed!