same moment.
On the platform outside the corridor of the sewage treatment plant, dozens of corpses of night watchmen lay scattered on the ground.
The hot blood gathered into a pool of dark red blood.
Most of the people who died in the battle had hideous knife incisions on their necks, and all of them had their eyes wide open, and they could not rest in silence.
"Oh, it's so boring..."
He sighed in frustration.
A thin man in a black combat uniform squatted half-crouched on the platform of the treatment plant, glanced around at the corpses under him, and yawned listlessly.
"I was just passing by here, but I happened to run into you bunch of idiots. I have no choice but to just deal with it!"
He drooped his eyelids feebly.
The man in front of him had messy black hair, a pale face, a small nose and small eyes, and looked very decadent.
On his back was a simple-looking sword.
It is none other than Kutsuki Yumi’s magical weapon spirit—the peerless magic sword “Sakura Demon Slayer”!
"You bastard...you, you are dead..."
He clutched the stab wound on his chest tightly.
A bloody thug struggled to get up from the ground, gritting his teeth and scolding: "If you dare to offend the people of our "Safari Company", you will definitely not be able to leave the lower city tonight!"
"Oh I got it."
Spare your head.
The decadent man raised his brows lazily and grinned: "Are they the subordinates of that guy Powell? This is really a bit difficult to handle. I really thought they were just ordinary thugs!"
Stunned on the spot.
The seriously injured thug was trembling all over and asked with shock on his face: "You...who are you?"
"Ah, by the way, look at my memory..."
Patted his forehead.
The decadent man rolled his eyes in realization, and said with a helpless smile: "I'm not wearing a military uniform now... No wonder you can't recognize my identity."
He was suddenly startled.
The thug in front of him had sweat on his forehead and said in fear: "Could it be that you are... Green's subordinate?!"
Ugh~~
The sound of howling through the air was fleeting.
The sharp sword light burst out from the void, almost touching the ground and passing over the thug's face.
"Ah~~!!"
Red blood spurted out quickly.
An arm was chopped off into the sky on the spot, and the thugs wailed and prostrated on the ground, curling up into a ball with faces full of pain.
"Humble trash, who gave you the courage..."
Under the moonlight.
The decadent man on the platform changed his lazy look, raised his head and said coldly: "...Dare you call the General by his first name?"
With a bang——
The humanoid monster behind him rose from the ground.
Wearing a blood-colored robe, with a stooped but slender body, his arms were slightly bent, holding two black short-handled sickles.
The overall shape looks like a mutated mantis!
"Crazy, crazy... you crazy!"
He got up from the ground with a face full of pain.
The thug who lost an arm was sweating profusely and roared in horror: "We are obviously friendly forces, why do you deal with us so harshly?!"
A cry~
The decadent man disappeared instantly.
Like an elf in the dark night, a ghost appeared behind the mob.
"Friendly forces?!"
A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The decadent man raised his hand to comb the messy hair on his forehead and laughed maniacally: "You low-level scum, do you really think you are qualified to be our companions in the city defense army?!"
The bloody robe moves automatically without wind.
Accompanied by the terrifying bio-force field aura, the mantis-like monster in front of him reached out and grabbed the thug's head.
"In my eyes, there is no difference between you guys and those escaped death row prisoners!"
He glanced coldly at the thugs kneeling on the ground.
The decadent man snorted contemptuously: "They are all people who deserve to be killed!"
Swish——
The black sword light flashed past.
The weird freak swung the sickle in his hand and suddenly drew a dark arc in mid-air.
Phew~~
Hot blood spurted out.
The thug in front of him was dismembered on the spot, and his big head rolled to the ground, becoming the opponent's soul under the knife.
"What a waste of time..."
Kick open the headless body.
Raising his head and taking a long breath, the decadent man curled his lips and complained: "In the huge streets of Lower City, even if everyone works separately, it is not easy to find the whereabouts of those death row prisoners?"
Fu Mian smiled bitterly.
Glancing coldly at the dozens of corpses of thugs in the pool of blood around him, the decadent man turned his head and said with relief: "Fortunately, with these garbages, at least this search mission will not be so boring... "
Wanran smiled.
Standing with his hands behind his back and taking steps forward, the decadent man hummed a tune.
He was about to search somewhere else, and he went on a killing spree to turn him upside down.
The sword on his back suddenly started to shake inexplicably.
"Huh!? Something's wrong..."
He was startled suddenly and stopped in surprise.
The decadent man frowned, looked back slightly at the handle of the knife on his back, and suddenly felt something strange.
next moment--
A beam of light like thunder rushed out from the exit under the platform!
The petite Kutsuki Yumi flew up and landed steadily on the battlefield full of corpses.
"knife......"
His eyes were still pale.
The female warrior's consciousness was somewhere between clear and fuzzy at the moment. Her petite body was trembling, and she faced the sword behind the decadent man with an extremely ferocious expression.
"It's you?!"
Turn around sharply.
The decadent man couldn't believe his eyes.
As a member of the city defense army's special operations team, he had already learned information about Xue Yun and his party from Green.
In an instant——
I recognized Kiyumi’s identity almost immediately!
"Hahahaha, interesting!"
Spread your arms.
The decadent man was lost for a moment, and then he raised his head and swore and laughed.
"It took no effort to get there despite my hard work. I didn't expect that I would meet one of the escaped death row inmates near this sewage treatment plant. I'm so lucky!"
There was an inexplicable green smoke emanating from all over his body.
Kiyumi raised her hand towards the decadent man, a trace of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "Give me the knife...back!"
"Haha, is that what you're talking about?"
He drooped his eyelids.
Picking up the trembling "Sakura Killer Ghost" from behind with his backhand, the decadent man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This weird weapon spirit that contains the intention of a sword is a military merit reward specially given to me by the General. So far, I still have it. I haven’t fully understood the artistic conception of the sword technique..."
"You should be its original owner, right?!"
He looked Kiyumi up and down.
The decadent man grinned, and the humanoid monster behind him slowly raised the black scythe in his hand, already assuming a combat posture.
"After killing you, this weapon spirit monster will be seriously injured. By then, maybe it will be easier to understand the intention of the sword!"
