"...Hmm." In the early morning of the next morning after the Hell War, Jadis was still in a lethargic state, and he couldn't even bring up his appetite for the pretty good breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
Feiton didn't care about all that, he just finished his breakfast and was about to leave when he mocked: "Are you good at it? You don't claim to be able to chop down mountains of corpses and seas of blood, have seen all kinds of big scenes, and killed gods and met demons." Demon slayer?"
"From a common sense perspective, 'mountain of corpses and sea of blood' is a rhetorical figure. It does not mean that corpses pile up in hills and blood forms an ocean." When talking about this topic, Jadis recalled the overwhelming blood and flesh of demons falling down. The picture, the appetite has returned to zero,
Feiton said contemptuously: "In the final analysis, there are still too few kills. I thought that with a sickle as your main weapon, you had already adapted to the scene of disembowelment, but I didn't expect you to be so glass-hearted."
"This is not a glass heart! I'm not blind. When the first batch of demons fell, I knew that they were not dead yet and would not get involved in other things." Jadis forcefully explained, "Listen Did you mention 'reflex hallucination'? When one sense is stimulated by reality to produce a certain sensory experience, another sense will immediately experience hallucinations. This is a very normal and unavoidable reaction."
"Pfft~" Feiton turned his head, covered his mouth and smiled, "I understand, I really understand~"
Jatis became angry and said, "After all, you clearly didn't intend to kill the demons, but you deliberately created that scene. It's simply a brain disease! I suggest you see a psychiatrist!"
"Follow the good, I'm going to see a psychiatrist now." Feiton left the restaurant briskly and popped his head out again after a while, "It doesn't matter if you want to fast and take a bath, but don't forget that you have to fight the devil in two days, battlefield legs There’s no chance of eating a Snickers bar~”
"Get out!" Jatis slapped the table.
"Oh, you are an unfilial son. I told you not to have children back then. The Immortal One wants to have a furry offspring, just to make himself suffer..." Feiton's voice gradually faded away.
After confirming that Feiton would not strike again, Jatis looked better.
However, while Jadis was staring at the breakfast and trying to arouse his appetite, a group of middle-aged men in suits who were also nominally hotel guests came to the table.
Jatis ignored them and didn't bother to look up. He said coldly: "The power of the smelly old man cannot be passed down through blood. I am very weak. Don't put your hope in me. In addition, I also have self-respect. It’s not the summoner of a smelly old man.”
"..." The middle-aged men in suits exchanged glances with each other and finally stepped back in a sensible manner.
The result of the discussion between the superiors was to 'do their best to meet Jatis's request'. It doesn't matter even if the country's power is used to promote the devil hunter as the most noble idol profession. The purpose is to let Jatis call his invincible father over when necessary. Save the world, and Jatis blocked this road directly.
Of course, if Feiton was not so powerful as to make people despair, this group of civil servants would not stop there and would have to demonstrate a wave of stalking skills.
Jatis sighed softly and murmured: "...Yes, I am too weak."
Although the conversation has been centered around the 'Hell Drawing', Jatis did not miss the real point of concern - his father is incredibly powerful!
He always thought that mothers were in the eye of the beholder and described his father as an invincible monster. His true strength should be discounted by 50%... Unexpectedly, it was the mothers' expressive skills that were so bad! It didn't even describe one percent of my father's fighting power!
"So... will my dream of beating my dad come true?" The son of the devil fell into deep despair.
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"Ahaha~ I want to keep this vomiting video as a souvenir, and let the whole family laugh at Jadis~" Of course Feiton was not going to see a psychiatrist, he was just walking around without any purpose to pass the time.
Anyway, whether they are here to please or to die, they will come to you.
"Oh~ I thought the first one to come would be Makima, why are you little devils here?" In front of Feiton were members of the Special Class 4. There were no serious men, demon hunter high school students, etc. After all, the escort mission has been declared over.
"I, I don't want to come!" Pava, who was hiding behind Denci, said with tears in his eyes.
By the way, yesterday's defensive girl has resigned. Unfortunately, this path is not suitable for Pava. The blood demon is destined to work until death.
Feiton said cheerfully: "As a demon attached to a human corpse, you are too cute~ If it weren't for the special nature of the devil, I would have wanted to pack you away and work as a maid for Jadis~"
The demons in this world are parasites of human beings. Once they leave this dimension, they will lose all their power, or they will die suddenly on the spot.
"Hey~!" It's a pity that Feiton was obviously showing kindness, but Pava only felt scared.
The companion who was probably the captain of Special Class 4 coughed dryly, brought the conversation back to the topic, and bowed: "Mr. Feiton, we didn't come back to our senses yesterday. Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of my companions."
"You are really polite~" Unlike Jadis, who wanted to get positive feedback after performing a heroic act, Feiton was very open to this, but it is human nature to feel better after receiving positive feedback, "However, With Makima there, your gratitude cannot be expressed enough.”
Denji, who had been domesticated for a long time, became furious and said: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing~ It has nothing to do with me anyway~" Feiton said with a playful smile.
"...I may have understood what you are referring to, Mr. Feton." Feton incarnated as the Samlian Demon God in hell, disrupting the laws on a large scale, causing the captain to eliminate the cost of using the cursed demon's ability. The price and Makima's tampering with his spirit.
It won't cause a drastic change in his temperament, but just the doubt of 'Why do I like Makima' is enough to make his heart palpitate. After communicating with other companions who have also lost control, he can only take the risk to seek Bima Chima. Help from stronger people.
The captain bowed again. Except for Denci, who was not dominated at all, and Pava, who was trembling with fear, the other team members also bowed: "Please, please show us a way out."
"No problem, there's one thing I can't stand -"
"——Huh?" Denji was about to question his companions when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, staggered twice and fell to the ground.
"Denji!?" Everyone was about to say something when they found that the white light spot that appeared yesterday reappeared and Denji's wound healed.
Feiton threw Denci's heart on the ground: "Although I don't know why, this guy seems to be the core of Machima's plan. If we get rid of the laggards first, there may be other possibilities."
Seeing Denji get up, the captain secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his heart: "...Hell's hero?"
The bloody Chainsaw Demon squirmed and transformed from the heart into the Chainsaw Demon-Pochta.
"Holy shit, are you mistaken?! The hero of hell is a dog?!" Feiton was shocked.
"..." Pochita wanted to say that if you give it some blood, it would turn into the most handsome demon in hell, but considering that he still couldn't beat Feton after his transformation, he kept silent.
"Pochita!" Denji hugged the chainsaw demon who had been dependent on each other since childhood and laughed happily.
The matter of 'turning from the much-anticipated chainsaw weapon man back to an insignificant ordinary person' is nothing compared to 'reunion with Pochita', at least until you see Makima's change in attitude.
"Well, I don't care about other things. In this world view, if you want to survive, you have to make yourself stronger. Small favors from outsiders cannot solve long-term problems." Feiton waved his hand, turned around and left, continuing his wandering. .
Some people died, but not completely...
