The villa's living room.
Moro had also finished watching the entire combat process of the human-skin-faced biological weapon. As he expected, the emotionless machine delivered a killing blow with every attack.
The people in the forest were basically either punctured in the head or the heart, each shot a fatal blow, each shot a critical hit.
Moro was very satisfied with the human-skin-faced biological weapon's performance this time. At least it proved that his alchemy skills hadn't become rusty, and were still as superb as ever!
"Not bad, right? A near-fifth-order killing machine. It should be enough to protect you if placed in Washington D.C.
After all, the extraordinary creatures or extraordinary people in the city are basically just first to third-order level. Anyone higher than that would look down on the glamour of the big city.
Instead, they start pursuing the divine position that ordinary people dare not imagine, and the elusive immortality!"
Moro explained with a smile, watching the three surprised women.
The three women, pulled back to reality by Moro's voice, nodded dumbly.
The human-skin face had changed so much, they really couldn't react for a while.
And this ruthless killing method was still a huge shock to Allison and Melissa, the two innocent and silly girls!
However, Heather, who was the first to recover, was very satisfied with the current appearance of the human-skin face. This killing weapon was very suitable for her to use.
"Darling, thank you, mua…"
Heather passionately kissed Moro's face several times, then walked around the human-skin-faced biological weapon.
From time to time, she would point or squeeze the golden scales and the shield and spear in the weapon's hand.
Allison and the other two, seeing that the human-skin-faced biological weapon stood there motionless like a wooden block, also curiously stepped forward to observe and discuss with Heather.
It wasn't until Moro explained the functions of the human-skin face to the three women that they went back inside.
At this time, Heather suddenly suggested.
"Darling, we can't keep calling it a human-skin-faced biological weapon, can we?
Why don't we give it a new name? It will be more convenient to use it later."
"Yeah, yeah, this big guy has been remodeled and no longer wears a mask. It's a bit inappropriate to call it human-skin face."
Allison and Melissa echoed Heather's suggestion.
Seeing that the three women had this idea, Moro thought for a moment and ordered the human-skin-faced biological weapon.
"You are now renamed Killing One from Human-skin-faced Biological Weapon!"
"Beep! Confirming name change!"
A mechanical voice came from Killing One's brain, and then the voice prompted again.
"Name change completed. Please give new instructions!"
"Enter hibernation state!"
After Moro gave the hibernation order to Killing One, Killing One's red eyes lost their light, and its body curled up on the ground.
Heather and the three women felt that Moro's new name was very appropriate. After all, Killing One's style of action was indeed like a killing machine.
After deciding on a new name, the four of them held a sleepless party, enjoying one last crazy night before leaving.
Yesterday afternoon, Moro took Heather to Allison's uncle, Jonathan's house, and told him about Heather and Allison's relationship.
In the end, after some inner struggle, Jonathan, with Heather and Moro's assurance, decided to let Allison follow Heather and Moro to Washington to pursue her own dreams!
As for Melissa, it was even simpler. She was already studying here alone, and could leave anytime she wanted. Then Moro contacted the president of Columbia University and directly inserted Melissa into Columbia University.
The president of Columbia University was so happy that his mouth almost cracked into a smile. After chatting for a while, he also invited Moro to attend this year's university dance, saying that they had a professional dance troupe.
Moro accepted the president's enthusiastic invitation, not because of the dance troupe, but because he missed school!
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The next day at noon.
The weather wasn't very good today, it was a bit gloomy, with a farewell atmosphere.
Moro watched the three women walk towards the train, feeling reluctant in his heart. But after the train whistled and pulled out of the station, he adjusted his mood and drove away from here.
This time, Moro first left Texas, entered Arkansas, and then began to drive through Arkansas, Tennessee, and Kentucky.
He stayed in Kentucky for ten days because the owner of KFC invited Moro to help him hunt a demon. The commission was as high as ten million dollars.
The reason was that a freak appeared in the chicken farm. It was unknown if the chicken ate something strange, or if someone deliberately made KFC cough.
Anyway, in just a month, the chicken not only killed a whole factory of its kind but also killed a dozen workers, as well as three professional demon hunters invited by the KFC boss from the Demon Hunter Guild.
When Moro saw the white-feathered chicken, ten meters tall, with wings on its back, twelve chicken legs on its belly, and three heads, he had a ridiculous idea.
So many chicken legs and wings, if they were used to breed ordinary meat chickens, wouldn't they make a fortune!
But Moro only thought about it. In the end, he burned this near-fourth-order "fighting chicken" into a roast chicken with a fire. He even secretly took a bite of the chicken leg.
It can only be said that it is worthy of being a "fighting chicken" leg. The meat is so tough, Moro even felt that a second-order extraordinary person's teeth might not be able to bite through the half-jin of meat on the chicken leg!
However, this thing did give Moro several good materials, including a thousand kilograms of feathers, three pairs of chicken wings, and three pairs of chicken claws.
These things could be used to make a simple version of an angel suit. Although it doesn't have holy light attributes, it has the old pervert attribute. This angel cosplay made with this thing would be absolutely realistic!
After dealing with the KFC incident, Moro continued on his journey. This time he took the highway, bypassed the large primeval forest in West Virginia, and entered Ohio.
Although Ohio borders West Virginia, the terrain is quite different from there. While there are large forests here, they are not as exaggerated as in West Virginia. Instead, there are more forest mountains here.
Driving on the highway, looking at the dense forest, and smelling the unique fragrance of the forest, Moro felt very relaxed.
The wood attribute magic in his body was extremely active, as if he had returned home.
As dusk approached, Moro saw a signpost not far away that marked Demon Lake Town, indicating that he had entered the range of Demon Lake Town.
Moro, slowing down, fell into deep thought.
Demon Lake Town, it seemed familiar. Wasn't it the old town in *Jennifer's Body*?
Because it was located in the forest and had nothing special, the town wasn't very developed.
For this reason, Jennifer, the female lead in the play, wanted to escape from this place all the time. Eventually, because of this idea, a band took advantage of her and threw her into the magic lake in the dense forest, completing the sacrificial ritual.
Then Jennifer turned into a demon and came back for revenge, but was finally killed by her best friend Needy.
After vaguely recalling the plot, Moro drove his new car into Demon Lake Town.
After making a big fortune in Kentucky, Moro replaced his car with a brand new customized silver Bugatti Veyron 16.4.
He even used nearly 3 million dollars of gold to completely refine the entire body. The Bugatti Veyron 16.4 is now a third-order green outfit. When driving at full speed, it can even ram to death a newly entered third-order extraordinary person or creature.
This is simply an all-round offense and defense, a good mount that is not afraid of overturning!
…………
The roar of the sports car, even if not deliberately amplified by Moro, reached the ears of the people at the entrance of the town.
Some townspeople who had just finished work or were out shopping, upon seeing this extremely eye-catching sports car with its sharp teeth and claws, all turned their gazes to Moro in the car.
Because it wasn't raining and the weather was clear, Moro didn't cover the car with a cover, so his handsome appearance and muscular physique were all seen by the ladies on the road.
At this time, women from eighty years old to a few years old all locked their eyes on Moro. Who wouldn't want to flirt with such a rich and handsome man!
Moro in the car simply glanced at them and then looked away.
Too ordinary, none of them exceeded seven points on a scale of ten.
Just a glance and Moro lost interest. He then drove the car to a parking spot in front of a decent-looking hotel.
After getting out of the car, Moro saw a woman running towards him from the hotel.
She looked at most 28 years old, with a very voluptuous and mature figure. Her looks were above average, about eight points out of ten.
But the most attractive thing was her outfit. She wore a bright red, body-hugging skirt with a small blazer, and a pair of black lace-trimmed garter stockings on her round long legs.
Overall, she looked like a mature peach!
"Hello sir, I'm Angelina Miller, the manager and owner of this hotel. Are you planning to stay at the hotel?
The most suitable hotel in this town for you is probably only mine. After all, this town is really backward, with a limited consumption level. It's hard to have anything like a luxury hotel…."
Angelina, mature like a peach, extended her jade hand towards Moro, briefly explaining the situation of the town.