Chapter 103 Tyrant

Stretching his intestines and nodding his head. He seemed to really get it. "You're still alive," he said. After twisting his bloated body, two mysteries emerged: First, this was either a way of expressing regret, or it was just a common expression of relief. Second, how does the thing under his butt support him... or is there nothing there in the first place?

"This is indeed a problem." Yi Cha said. "why?"

He didn't need to look back to know that two half-clerks were clasping their hands into a ball behind him. In a fierce struggle between the mechanical execution of responsibilities and the options provided by "autonomous thinking", there is no time to think about anything else.

It is indeed difficult for them to reassess the current situation. The undead launched a number of attacks to kill him - literally and literally.

And now, he was really dead. To be precise, he has been there for a long time, and now he has taken the initiative to say hello. Everything that will happen next should be a matter of course. Like the purpose that everyone knows. But the undead put away their prepared weapons and surrounded him to the core hinterland that only distinguished guests could reach.

So that he is still alive at this moment. For two and a half clerks, it was too much to think about when what was obviously going to happen didn't happen.

"Those of you. What do you usually call them now?" Yi Cha looked around and saw that there was no suitable place to sit. This had nothing to do with his appearance. "Those guys who followed your instructions and wanted to kill me. What do you call them? There should be a special position, a temporary department. Do you divide the work in shifts, or - I am really honored - do special things for me? Sorry, I really don’t know how much time and energy you put into this.”

He motioned to the continuous piece of water stuck to the side of the wall, like some kind of water-stained shadow warrior. "Assassin. Killer. Inquisitor. Agent. Demon slayer. Hunter..."

"Commissioner." He said without too much emotion. "We call your exterminators 'Commissioners'."

"This is a special mission. But we try to make it as normal as possible. These commissioners are our brothers and sisters."

The undead leader calmly finished the long, modified noun, seemingly not noticing the flash of smile on Yi Cha's face. There really is no more accurate description of the relationship between the dead than "brothers of flesh and blood." "There is no essential difference between comrades who carry out this task and those who do not carry it out. We hope," he continued. "Comrades who have succeeded and failed in this work have gained equally."

Icha blinked. Looking at the criss-cross scars on the undead head - this head is composed of many heads - the heads of many "brothers of flesh and blood".

They do all gain equally. There was this description in the "Book of the Dead", and he had not forgotten it: The undead are a group of people who do what they say. Whatever they say they will do will be done. What is promised will be given. They say all comrades gain equally. Everyone will gain equally. There is nothing wrong with letting them rule a tunnel, a well, a village, a city, a plane, or the whole world.

"That's it." Yi Cha said. "So you do want to kill me."

He found that he had thought wrongly. Or thought it right. The reason was not as complicated as he mistakenly thought. He was right from the start. The reason is the simplest reason in the beginning.

"That's it." Shanchang·Ling said apologetically. "We know that too. It's not fair to you."

"oh."

to look at his spliced ​​face. Contemplating where this venerable undead might have come from - yielded no results. He doesn't look like a guy from any other plane. "It's not fair. Also. It's especially unfair to me - although I don't think it's a big problem. But based on my superficial understanding of you -" "The Book of the Dead" should really be revised. He wonders when he will be free to do this? "This should be quite important to you. It seems that you have a very, very last resort."

It was as if she had acquiesced in what he said - and felt helpless for it.

Or like not heard at all.

"Izaint Sinkardstu."

Calling the Other by his or her full name has many radical implications. However, Shanchang·Ling behaves quite calmly here:

"We neither hate you nor have any direct conflict with you - if you think that we unilaterally want to eliminate you, it doesn't count. We recognize your strength and value very much. We even think that you have no role in this world. Continuing to survive may lead to better results on average." He said in an organized manner:

"But we have to eliminate the most iconic consumers. That's it. And of all the top consumers, you're at the top of the list. Plus a variety of additional angles - including consequences, triggering vengeance and crushing impact - —After adding these, you surpass the Lord of Demons and become number one on the list. Of course. You and Beelzebub have an inseparable relationship. Eliminating you is partially equivalent to eradicating her. And vice versa."

"Yeah." Yi Cha nodded slowly following the words of the undead. "Sounds like a last resort. Yeah. I forgot." He shrugged. After being called "Grandpa" by some annoying guy, his memory deteriorated. It's best if there is no need to contact the two. Better to have neither. "What are the names of us guys on this list?"

"tyrant."

Stretching the intestines and lining the canal. "We're not targeting you, Izainte Sinkarta. We're targeting all the top consumers.

After one top consumer is dragged to death, other top consumers will panic and begin to adjust their behavior. We need to achieve this goal. In order to achieve this goal, we determine it more openly. Therefore, it doesn't matter who this top consumer is. As you already know. This isn't fair to you. But I believe-" He said easily the words that were heavier than the meteorite hitting the stars. "You will forgive us. "

He looked at the crack on his forehead for a long time.

For the first time in his life, he felt that he should learn from Ke Qier those expressions that showed fuss and all kinds of stupid words that meant that the innocent soul was hurt. No expression can be used to describe his mood now. "I will not forgive you," he said. "Absolutely not."

"You will." Shenchang Lin said: "You lied. Demons often do this. After your death, you will not retaliate against us viciously. Believe me. We have tried so many murders, and we are better than you." Get to know you better. You're a good devil."

"And the good thing is..." Yi Cha stopped and smiled. "Forget it. Change the subject. What else are you going to ask me to do now? Also, where is this?"