American Comics: I Became Behind The Scenes

The pure and dark magic power seemed to be like an index finger, and the black-purple streamer turned around the girl.

The light that spilled from the top of the street lamp was covered by this darkness. In an instant, the speed of time and space in the world slowed down a bit.

At the moment, Saber, who was originally a cute and cute girl, turned into a ruthless Death God who slaughtered all living beings.

Death God's eyes stared at the old man, wisps of killing intent turned into sickles to cut the air.

But the killing intent that would instantly turn any ordinary person into an idiot had no effect on the old man. In the darkness, his figure was blurred.

The old and ethereal voice spread in the ears of Lyon and the girl.

"The life born from the great sacred vessel is the soul bathed in curse and darkness, and it is also the purity yearning for light."

"Souls like you are rarer and purer than fallen Angels. Submit to me, to the great king of hell. You should not wander among ignorant beings. Your 13 destination should be to pick up the blade and slaughter The greatness of the common people."

The power of bewitching and seducing spreads across the world.

It seems to let the girl sink into the endless abyss.

But the girl's soul is too pure, so pure that this kind of power can't control her will at all. She flicked the girl's pale jade hand, and with the black blood streamer entangled rapidly, a blood-colored holy sword appeared in her hand.

"You are annoying."

The girl said truthfully.

The girl doesn't know how to hide it, and everything she hates will be revealed on the surface. From the girl's vision, from the perspective that ordinary people can't see, she sees that the old man is surrounded by countless dead souls, each of which has a distorted face and howls , I want to break free, I want to be free.

But it can't be done at all.

The soul of the old man is like a cage with huge amounts of souls locked in the cage.

"King of Hell? I think Lucifer, Satanish, Lord of Nightmare, those who call themselves Satan, won't recognize your name either [Me Faith Tor!!" Lyon took a step forward.

At this step, the world seemed to be shattered suddenly.

The temperature in the surrounding area suddenly began to soar.

The old man who claimed to be the king of hell, Mo Faith, finally shifted his gaze to Lyon, and let out a "huh" in his mouth, as if he was a little surprised.

After looking up and down, I was even more surprised.

From the very beginning, he didn't see anything strange about the man in front of him, he just thought he was an ordinary human being. When the Ancient One was confronting the dark lord Dormammu, he "smuggled" to the earth and planned to fight with him more than ten years ago. The "little brother" who signed the contract contacted and communicated with each other.

Before finding the younger brother, he suddenly noticed a soul that attracted him very much. When he rushed here, he found this extremely special girl.

Unexpectedly, there was a human being next to the girl who couldn't see the details clearly.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the world recently, so, can you tell me why you know so much? Child?"

Mo Faith said seemingly kindly.

It's just that Lyon has already seen through this sinister, cunning and greedy old guy, and he keeps walking.

Ong!!

After a few dodges, afterimages were pulled out, and Mo Faithto was face to face in an instant, less than a few tens of centimeters away. The wind and waves turbulent, making the suit coat Mo Faithto was wearing danced, and Mo Faithto gracefully stretched out his hand to hold the circle Hat brim to keep it from getting blown away.

Face to face with Lyon, eye contact.

However, there was a trace of fear in his heart towards the human kid in front of him.

Because, at this time, he seemed to feel the same breath from this man's body.

Eyes condensed: "I feel that your body has a devil's breath, a devil's blood that I have never seen before, are you from hell?"

"Demon? Hell?" Lyon couldn't help but laugh. As a layout person, he wouldn't leave any openings for himself, so he rewrote the half-devil's bloodline for himself.

Compared to Mo Faith, a hell devil-level boss, his current strength is really not an opponent.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid.

Except for the blood of the half-devil, his final ability still comes from the old man of the chief captain, which is not far behind the Level God Father.

However, as long as he wants, the gold coins in the entry column are enough for him to directly exchange for a character ability equivalent to the combat power of a Level God Father.

For example, a saint with a normal seventh sense.

It’s just that the usual gold coins are too useful. To exchange gold coins for Abilities that have not been created, the gold coins need to be doubled, which means that a character Ability that was originally worth 10,000 gold coins will cost 20,000 to exchange. I can get a discount.

He is budget conscious and definitely will not do uneconomical things.

But now, Lyon does not need to rush to exchange.

Because, the Faith in front of him is just a soul projected on the earth. As long as the real body of Faith is not Ancient One, he is limited to the contract and dare not come to the earth at all.

What's more, his original character is a werewolf who has the title of demon hunter and dares to fight against the demon queen Morgana.

The character design will definitely continue. 757

So Lyon faced Mo Faith's deep eyes, and said with indifference in his voice: "I have killed many demons, but I have never killed a demon lord of your level. If you hang your head as a trophy on my I believe the business will be much better.

Um?

The overwhelming murderous intent spread, Moto Faith's heart moved, and he kept searching in his mind, wanting to find a matching character, but his expression remained unchanged: "Oh? Are you going to fight me in this bustling urban area and city?"

Lyon doesn't want to continue talking nonsense, he is going to decide on Faith's soul.

Boom!

Lyon suddenly stretched out his hand, and under the shocked gaze of Moto Faith, he pierced through the night and grabbed his neck.

Moto Faith snorted.

Lyon's lips drew a cold arc, and he said softly: "I hate people interrupting this silence, since you are dancing, then... don't stop."

boom!!

The loud noise resounded all over the world, and I saw a pair of devil-like wings tearing and blooming behind Lyon's back. The neck and exposed arms seemed to flow like magma, and the wings fluttered. The long night sky.

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