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In a mansion in a certain city, a group of men wearing clean, crisp suits and strange wooden masks sat on both sides of a long dining table in the banquet hall, quietly listening to a leader who was about the same size as The Rock describe the glory of the organization. future.
Of course, they did not come to the banquet hall to eat the painted pie. After the leader finished speaking, the attendants pushed the dining cart into the banquet hall and presented each diner with a dish. There was no chef or cooking. There is no seasoning, and there is only one ingredient called "human soul" on the plate.
Although these men in suits and masks are just a group of rookies, and their combat effectiveness depends on the power of the guns in their hands, they are still existences corroded by madness, and this organization that gathers a group of madmen is not an ordinary regional criminal group. The potential to cause harm to the world.
——As a result, the organization became the target of the Death War Specialist's crusade.
(Praise!) Just when the men in suits and masks just picked up their forks, the roof of the mansion was smashed, and Jatis holding a giant scythe fell at the end of the long dining table.
With a twist of his feet, the giant scythe, which was a heavy weapon, spun at an extremely fast speed. The men in suits and masks beside him who had not yet reacted had their heads removed.
"Hmph~" Jatis would not waste time chatting with the enemy like Black Star. He ran straight along the long dining table and used his giant scythe to harvest the lives of the enemies on both sides.
The men in suits and masks had different reactions. Some reacted slowly and just stood up, some took out their pistols and shot, and some tried to stay away from the table. However, their ending was the same, they were all killed by a single blow from the giant scythe.
By the way, Jatis could have used his magic power to form a barrier to block the bullets fired by the poor little pistol, but he chose to show off his skills and blocked all the bullets with his scythe, making a clanging sound and playing. A little song.
"Are you a student from the Death Martial Arts Academy?!" The leader roared angrily, his body expanded from the size of Dwayne Johnson to the size of the Hulk, and he suddenly used force to lift the table with both hands, trying to fly away Jadis, who was approaching at high speed.
(Bang!) The giant scythe fired a magic bullet, and Jadis, who gained an additional recoil force, took advantage of it and stepped on the dining table. The two ends of the dining table were stressed and broke in the middle.
This resulted in two results. First, Jatis stopped his forward momentum and happened to be not far in front of the enemy. Second, the leader raised his hands meaninglessly, just like a French military salute.
"Yes." Before swinging his sickle to cut the opponent in half, Jatis did not forget to answer the leader's question. This was his kindness.
But it was obvious that he did not have much mercy. For example, he killed all the attendants who served the leader in the mansion and were not qualified to enjoy human souls at this banquet, without bothering to distinguish one by one whether they had devoured human souls before. .
Jadis, who returned to the banquet hall, looked at the floating eggs of ghosts and gods, and depressedly took out the bag provided by the death weapon expert: "Oh, the trouble comes later."
If it were a combination of craftsmen and magic weapons, this should be the time for the magic weapons to feast. Unfortunately, not only can Jadis not be able to eat the eggs of ghosts and gods, but he can't even touch the soul directly, so there are so many eggs of ghosts and gods in the mansion. The job of stuffing things into bags one by one actually takes a lot of time.
Well, think in a positive direction, this is also a good opportunity to practice the skill of "direct contact with the soul".
"..." Jatis, who was picking up the eggs of ghosts and gods, suddenly stopped.
He saw the souls of ordinary humans at the dinner table.
As I said before, he doesn't seek to become stronger by devouring souls, he just doesn't know how to deal with them.
Leave it alone? Turning around, a madman popped out and accepted the gift.
Waiting for them to return to the embrace of the reincarnated god? He didn't know how long the wait would be, and he didn't think the dishes were slaughtered on site.
Take them away from the scene first and find a place where birds don’t poop? A bit more troublesome, but seems to be the best measure.
"It seems that being able to see the soul is not entirely a good thing..." Jatis laughed at himself. It is foreseeable that he will have to increase his virginity in the future. "When I was young, I was afraid of death. When I grow up,
The queen knew the law of reincarnation, but the result was the same fear of death, and nothing changed..."
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"Yes, as long as he participates in major evil deeds, even if he is only an accomplice or accomplice, he must not be spared. This is the good son of Ling and I." The Fetonians stared at Jatis through the mirror of Death in the Death Space. While carrying out the crusade mission of the Death Martial Arts Specialist, he happened to see Jatis chasing down the attendants in the mansion.
The God of Death smiled bitterly upon hearing this and said, "I want to make it clear that this is not the teaching philosophy of the Death Martial Arts Academy."
The God of Death is a god, and the Death Martial Arts Academy is an organization established by the gods. It has cooperative relationships with governments of various countries. A considerable part of the work can be completed by partners. The students of the Death Martial Arts Academy only need to chew the hard bones.
Feiton sarcastically said: "However, this was the way you acted back then... It would be better to say that this is worse than anything else. I have always been a staunch opponent of human experimentation."
"Ahem, isn't this because the witch is too powerful...?" The God of Death was a little embarrassed when he mentioned this past incident.
Even though he had investigated the history, Feiton could not accurately know the specific circumstances of that year. He did not want to pursue further, so he changed the topic and said: "Speaking of which, this kind of soul that can only draw a pistol and fight against the five scum also belongs to the 'egg of ghosts and gods?"
The God of Death nodded and said, "At least that's what I named it. Is there anything wrong with it?"
"Well, your point of view seems to be 'the more souls you eat, the stronger you will be. Even a waste like that will become a new generation of ghosts and gods as long as you eat enough souls." Feiton pointed to the mirror as he was escaping. The madman who was wiped out by Jadis with a scythe, "I feel that no matter which dimension you are in, you can't get around the unfair thing of talent. Maybe... the reason why Asura can become the first generation of ghosts and gods is just because he was separated from you." As an individual, the talent is not at the same level as that of ordinary people?”
The God of Death swayed his body from side to side in a cute way: "Even if you praise me like this, I won't give you candy~"
"Sure enough, old monsters are not easy to talk about~" Feiton spread his hands. He originally wanted to explore the background of the God of Death and determine what he was. "However, there is one thing that I think is quite interesting... there are only 'rules' With your own power, you are trying to guide the son of the God of Death to become a complete God of Death to take over for you. When Asura, who only has the power of madness, is defeated, will a complete ghost and god appear in the world?"
"..." The God of Death stopped being cute and said nothing. He didn't know whether he was glaring at Feiton or thinking deeply.
Feiton smiled slightly and picked up the tea cup: "However, as an outstanding graduate of Johnny's Royal Academy, I have to point out that the antonym of [order] is not [fear], and the antonym of [law] is not [madness]. I guess you I was semi-literate back then.”
