This contained object was being used for experiments with consumables. Those supplies usually come from letters received from some little devils. The little devil summoned through the letter only exists for ten minutes. Of course, these ten minutes were enough for them to tear the experimental supplies into pieces. There are very few beings who can win the title of King. Nick Ryder's eyes turned to the void around him. At this time, the space there is fluctuating. The next moment, a tall figure walked out of the void. The figure was three meters tall, had an ugly fish head, just like a fish, and held a harpoon in its hand. Its lower body is a humanoid torso.
"Oh friend, have you made your decision?" "It's so lonely in hell. I think we can become very good friends." Nick Ryder looked at this king-level being who walked out of hell with disdain on his face. "Your name is Faith, right? I'll give you a chance now, go back to your hell." Hearing Nick Ryder's words, Faith's fish face was filled with astonishment. Those huge, deformed eyes protruded outwards, and there was unconcealable anger in their eyes. "Then I have no choice but to break your legs and drag you into hell." As it spoke, it threw the harpoon in its hand vigorously. Nick Ryder stood there and raised his hand and snapped his fingers. "distortion." In an instant, the harpoon was twisted like a twist. King Fes's body also twisted at the same time. A shrill roar came from its fish mouth. "Damn it, it's actually a god!" As the words fell, the space around it began to distort. At this moment, space becomes a visualized dark and twisted line. The next moment, the body of King Fes disappeared into the night. A fishy smell reached Nick Ryder's nose. "I gave you a chance to get out, but you didn't appreciate it."
Nicolde murmured under his breath. He raised his head and looked upward. There were dozens of planes circling there. Just as he was about to raise his hand to kill the flies that made him feel irritated. His hands and feet became stiff, and even his thoughts were slowed down. The drumming continued all around. The sound of the drum sounded particularly harsh in his ears. Just then, a broken doll fell from the sky. The doll's expression looked particularly terrifying, and it looked at Nick Ryder with a ferocious smile. In the hands of the doll, there are still faintly visible silk threads. Those silk threads are connecting to various joints of Nick Ryder. [Serial No. 137-Puppet] [Containment level: S] [Target ability: Assimilation] [Containment conditions; a circular containment room with a radius of 50 meters] [Combat ability: non-combat strange life] [PS: A puppet full of resentment. Its wish is to assimilate all people and make people become puppets like him. Then he will control the puppet to attack other lives so that he can assimilate more puppet. 】 [PS: The range of influence of its ability is centered on it and within fifty meters around it. Anyone within this range will be assimilated by it. 】 [PS: Within the scope of its ability, you need to keep moving your arms to ensure that you are not assimilated by it. 】 [PS: Human beings are arranged at a distance of 49 meters. In theory, it can assimilate the entire world. 】 The old men who were playing the drums were not affected by the puppets and continued to play the human skin drums in front of them selflessly. Just when Nick Ryder was about to gather his strength to break free from the control. A clay sculpture appeared in his sight. The clay statue was as ugly as a clay figurine made by a child. The body of the clay sculpture is covered with colorful graffiti, and its two arms are long and short, slender but twisted. On its face, someone also drew a chrysanthemum with a red paintbrush. This makes its appearance even uglier. [Serial No. 107-Clay Sculpture]
[Containment level: D] [Target ability: teleportation] [Containment conditions: A steel-made containment room] [Combat ability: watch your neck] [PS: A clay sculpture that loves its neck, its origin is unknown. Although its arms are thin, it can break your neck without any problem. 】 [PS: When he appears in your sight, remember not to let him leave your sight, even if you blink. 】 [PS: If you accidentally saw him and then accidentally blinked, congratulations, you will walk away without any pain. 】 [PS: During the experiment, more than two people need to be present at the same time to ensure that it is always in someone's sight. 】 The speed of clay sculpture was very fast, when it just appeared in Nick Ryder's sight. It has disappeared. The next moment, it appeared behind the old men beating the human skin drums. "Crack! Click!" Since the eyes of those old men were focused on the drum surface, this happened to trigger the D107 rule. The next moment, nineteen heads were rolling on the ground. The clay sculpture was still holding a head in its hand. The strange thing is that the old men whose heads were twisted off did not stop beating the human skin drums. The sound of drums remains the same, Those headless bodies were still beating the human skin drums in front of them crazily. However, the clay sculpture was not confused by this. Its eyes fell on Nicolade who had his back to it. At this time, Nicolade was about to release the control of the puppet. The space around him was twisting. The visual black twisted lines were entangled around his arms. His arms also began to twist. The clay sculpture disappeared instantly. The next second. "Lacha!" The clay sculpture twisted Nicolade's head off without any surprise. But Nicolade obviously did not die so easily.
His arm was twisted to an extremely strange angle. But this also made him break free from the control of the puppet. The clay sculpture stood there in a daze holding Nicolade's head. The next moment, a pair of arms that were twisted beyond recognition stretched out and lifted the head from the clay sculpture's hands. Then, a hand that became deformed due to the twisting inserted into the eye socket of the head. Nicolade directly dug out an eyeball from his head. The eyeball was suspended in the air, staring at the clay sculpture. The doctor on the plane shook a bell without a ding. A pleasant bell rang in the cabin. [Serial No. 077-Butler] [Containment level: S] [Target ability: financial management, management, assassination] [Containment conditions: stay away from other containments to avoid contamination or use! ] [Combat ability: fighting with him will give you a headache! ] [PS: As a qualified butler, the butler will complete all orders issued by the master! ] [PS: The butler is an illusory existence, and the bell is his body. As long as the bell is still there, the butler will not die in the true sense! ] A middle-aged man in a tuxedo and a mustache on his upper lip appeared out of thin air. He looked like a decent gentleman. "Good morning, sir, how can I help you?"