I! Cleaner!

"Don't you understand yet?"

Looking at the directors below with doubtful eyes, the faceless man couldn't help but chuckle, then stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the third-generation director.

"What Mr. Third Generation said just now was not for you, but for me."

"?!!!"

While the cleaners were either puzzled or had changed expressions, the faceless man smiled and explained:

"Mr. Third Generation's words were to remind me that if I didn't get rid of you first and went directly to the world, I would definitely die even if I went there. He wanted to force me to fight with you first... or he wanted to lure me into action."

After looking at the old man of the third generation who was stirring the pot vigorously with a gloomy face, the faceless man slowly put away the smile on his face and said coldly with a blank expression:

"You are not familiar with this dead man who lived thousands of years ago, but I am different... At that time, he was able to kill almost all the true gods of the four major, nine minor and thirteen planes, relying not only on force, but also on his despicable and sinister character.

Although I don't know what is in that pot, based on my understanding of your director, if I approach rashly, nothing good will happen!"

"..."

Fuck! After this beast died once, it actually learned its lesson!

His plan was completely seen through, so the third-generation old man had to stop stirring the pot with the spoon, and then he touched the belly of the Cancer director with a dark face and pulled down two black demons of the same style as the coffin from it.

After throwing the bubbling pot to the two invisible demons and signaling them to catch up with Leon and Edward who were leaving, the third-generation old man couldn't help but frown and yelled at the directors who turned their heads to look:

"Why are you staring at me? You guys have been timid for so many years before, how could I know that you would suddenly stand up this time?"

"..."

"Why are you still looking at me? Go ahead! Do it!"

...

"Pop!"

Accompanied by a light sound like a bursting bubble, Edward, who was about to rush to the Gate of the Dead, was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head to look at his heart.

The bubble that Director Pisces had left behind using [Bubble Dock] to save himself and Leon had just broken.

Watching the bubble that quickly faded after breaking and finally disappeared with the biting cold wind of the dead world, Edward couldn't help but close his eyes, knowing that Director Pisces might be gone... No, there might be more than just Director Pisces.

Looking at the golden footprints on Leon's coffin that had darkened at some point, and the few silver short nails that had lost their luster, Edward couldn't help but feel a slight ache in his nose, and had a faint urge to cry out loud.

There are two ways to bless the secret art of the Zodiac. One is permanent, and it can remain even if the user dies, and the other is temporary, which can be lifted at any time, or... automatically invalidated after the user is killed.

Those who stayed behind may not be able to come back.

After realizing this, Edward gritted his teeth and felt a strange anger surge in his heart, looking at the coffin that seemed to have given up struggling and no longer made any noise.

Everything was fine before! The King of Slaughter was seriously injured, and the present world was basically stable. Everything was on the right track, and it was... Damn it!!!

Even though he knew that entering the dead world this time was a decision made by everyone together, and it was not Leon's fault alone, looking at the footprints on the coffin that had turned gray, Edward's heart still couldn't help but surge with strong hatred.

If this bastard hadn't become a director, and hadn't persuaded Lord Taurus and the others to come to the dead world, but everything was the same as before, would the result now be completely different?

If we didn't come to the dead world, but stayed in the present world, even if the dead world would still take the initiative to attack, would it be possible that so many people would not die?

If...if I could be stronger, or if I had chosen other main combat anomalies in the past, would it be possible for me to stay where I should be, instead of taking on this damn escort mission?

Stopping at the inner side of the Gate of the Dead, Edward stood there for a few seconds with a gloomy face. After countless ifs floated through his mind, Edward couldn't help but raise his right foot and stomped hard on Leon's coffin twice.

After venting the strange and nameless anger in his heart, Edward, with a gloomy face, stretched out his right hand, broke off the five knuckles at the end of his left hand one by one, and stuffed these knuckles with countless silk threads into the hearts of the five demons one by one.

I don't know when, these demons released from the Abdominal God Prison have broken free from their control and began to roar at me with hatred.

And this means that Director Cancer, who is in charge of the Abdominal God Desire, no longer has the power to control these demons. At this moment, he is afraid that he has followed the footsteps of other directors and will never see the sun in the world again.

It's all Leon's fault!

After biting off the thumb of his right hand and roughly stuffing it into the heart of the last demon, Edward could not help but kick Leon's coffin again after restraining the demon who wanted to throw off the coffin.

Ever since I saw him for the first time, I knew that this kid was not a good thing!

Controlling six struggling demons, carrying Leon's coffin and leaving the Gate of the Dead, Edward, with a gloomy face, spat at the coffin that was going away, and then twisted his left hand hard.

Take his left hand with five fingers missing, walk to one side of the Door of the Dead and insert it, then Edward, sweating all over, walks to the other side, inserts his right hand with a thumb missing, and pulls a dense silk thread between the two Doors of the Dead.

What is more uncomfortable than having to protect a person you hate is that the guy actually saved your life!

And gritted his teeth and pressed the broken elbow against the silk thread, and used force to squeeze the sharp [Fuck Silk] into the flesh and blood, dyeing all the silk threads tied between the two doors red, feeling the breath of death coming quickly from afar, Edward's extremely ugly expression finally eased a little.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

This time I have paid off all I owe you! We don't owe each other anything!

…

“Hmm?”

Looking at the blood-colored threads all over the Gate of the Dead, and Director Scorpio who was staring at them from behind the threads, the six blurred figures shrouded in black fog could not help but all make surprised voices.

“You’re not running away?”

“Heh.”

Facing the doubtful question of the six-faced elephant deer, Director Scorpio, with a deathly pale face, sneered, then raised his right foot, which had taken off his shoes, and stepped on the blood-colored threads that completely sealed the Gate of the Dead. The sharp threads immediately cut open the soles of his feet, and were stained with a dark blood color again.

I didn’t want to run away in the first place!

Also, facing the barrier of my sacrificing two palms and 70% of the blood, no matter how strong you are, you have to… How is it possible? !

After taking out the silver carving knife and cutting it casually, the six figures hidden in the black fog could not help but shake their heads at the sight of the threads that were instantly cut off and fluttered like red catkins in front of them.

The posture was quite grand, but the person was really not very... huh?

The engraver who had cut the silk thread seemed to have sensed something and stepped back violently, trying to avoid the inexplicable sense of crisis, but he was still a little too slow, and his arm was kicked by the human's right foot that suddenly stretched out, making a crisp sound of broken bones!