【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(31)
“I hadn’t finished reading that,” Dream complained. “And it was just getting interesting, too.”
And then there was Techno, taking him by the shirt and throwing him through the nearest window with all the force a blood god could muster. He crashed through the stained glass, disappearing into the snow beyond.
Philza and Techno were quick to follow.
They bounded over the shattered glass, not even feeling it cut through their skin, weapons out and ready for the slaughter. This, at least, was familiar. The Angel of Death and the blood god, raining bloody vengeance. This was their role. This was who they were.
Dream had been flung against the wall of a building beside the church, and he sat in the rubble like a king lounging on his throne, his grin as lazy as it was malicious.
“So,” said Dream, “I take it you’re angry with me.”
Philza flew towards him, kicking up cold snow in the violent wake of his wings unfolding. He slammed his foot against the Green God’s chest, reveling in the sickening crunch that came with his head cracking against the debris. His sword was at the god’s throat in an instant, cutting a single red line across the pale skin.
And then there was Techno, taking him by the shirt and throwing him through the nearest window with all the force a blood god could muster. He crashed through the stained glass, disappearing into the snow beyond.
Philza and Techno were quick to follow.
They bounded over the shattered glass, not even feeling it cut through their skin, weapons out and ready for the slaughter. This, at least, was familiar. The Angel of Death and the blood god, raining bloody vengeance. This was their role. This was who they were.
Dream had been flung against the wall of a building beside the church, and he sat in the rubble like a king lounging on his throne, his grin as lazy as it was malicious.
“So,” said Dream, “I take it you’re angry with me.”
Philza flew towards him, kicking up cold snow in the violent wake of his wings unfolding. He slammed his foot against the Green God’s chest, reveling in the sickening crunch that came with his head cracking against the debris. His sword was at the god’s throat in an instant, cutting a single red line across the pale skin.
电梯里的苏柔上瘾第六章
