The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Mazima smiled and turned to look at the ruins not far away.

There is also a demon that has not yet been infected by the void.

A 4 class member.

She is both a demon and a police demon hunter.

"Prince, get ready to teleport Vivian over here."

"Yes, Lord Macchima."

After speaking, Princi immediately lay flat on the ground and prepared to use her teleportation ability.

Machima cast her gaze in the direction of the safe house.

It should be going well there too...

Not just angels and demons, but also...

Those demons who were taken in by the police.

"Um...I see...Okay, that's it."

beep, beep, beep...

The phone hangs up.

Vivian put away the flip phone, and then looked at the police officers on the side.

"Mr. Akira Hayakawa, Ms. Himeno, and everyone... Now I will trouble you to go to the location of the safe house."

"Safe house? Do you mean the safe house where Mubai is?" Ji Ye asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Vivian nodded.

Hearing this, Hime became even more puzzled, "But isn't our goal to stay away from the safe house and lure away the demon of darkness? Why do we have to go back now?"

"Because it's enough for me to attract the attention of the dark demon alone." Vivienne said, "What you have to do now is to go back to assist Mubai and the angel demon—this is what Miss Machima meant."

Hearing the name "Marchma", no matter how many doubts everyone had in their hearts, they would not say anything more - on the one hand, it was because Matschma had implanted the influence of "domination" in their subconscious minds, and on the other hand On the one hand... Now that things have happened, they can only choose to believe.

"Then we will go back first, please be careful of the road ahead." Ji Ye said seriously.

"Well, I will." Vivienne squeezed out a warm smile, "I didn't help you on the way back, so you should be more careful."

"Okay, then... goodbye?"

"Yeah, goodbye." Vivienne waved her hand, "Take care of Miss Pava on the way, don't let her be surprised again."

"We will." Everyone waved goodbye.

There were not many demons left on the way back, and the risk factor should not be very high - all the slightly stronger demons were killed by Vivienne when she came.

Even if there are one or two fish that slip through the net, everyone in the police should be able to deal with it easily - after all, there are not no strong people in the team - powerful demon hunters compared to ordinary demons.

"Okay, now it's my task..."

Vivian took a deep breath and continued to walk in the opposite direction of the safe house.

It was already late at night, but the soaring flames illuminated the streets as brightly as day, and the roars of countless demons and the wails of humans came and went one after another, making the city look like it was burning with never-ending fires. Purgatory on earth, constantly torturing the souls of all people.

Vivian walked along the main road for a long time, absorbing a lot of demon blood during the process.

She felt that the body's energy had almost recovered—at least seventy to eighty percent.

She really wanted to report the good news to Zoranni, but the latter was resting intently at this time, and she was extremely quiet after half a day.

Until a sudden cold wind made her shiver.

In fact, with the physical strength of her dark descendant, even if she was thrown in the North Pole to freeze for three days and three nights, she would not feel cold.

Therefore, there is only one reason for her shivering——

This cold wind is not a natural wind.

"It's coming..." Zoranni's voice suddenly sounded in Vivian's mind, "It's just above your head..."

Hearing this, Vivian subconsciously looked towards the sky.

Sure enough, she saw a floating, strange figure.

Slender, thin and tall, black all over, wrapped in a cloak, and composed of heads... This twisted and terrifying shape can only be the demon of darkness.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding fires suddenly went out—along with the fires of the entire block and even the entire city.

The darkness that night should have finally descended.

That terrible and weird whisper came with the darkness, and Vivienne began to tremble uncontrollably—she was too scared.

She is not afraid of death, nor is she afraid of the powerful power of the dark demon, but... is...

She didn't know what she was afraid of...

It was as if the subjective emotion of [fear] had turned into some kind of objective object with a substance at this moment, tormenting her soul like a gangrene.

She wanted to scream, she hated life and the meaning of existence, she just hoped that something could help her end this fear - even if it was death...

Her sanity was in turmoil.

Her sanity is fading, replaced by endless chaos.

Until Zuolani took control of her body.

"It seems that you still haven't fully grasped the true usage of blood magic, mortal." The moment Zoranni took control of her body, the endless fear faded away. "Leave the rest to me."

"Thank you..." In just a few seconds, Vivian's spirit was severely traumatized like never before.

"Thanks...? Huh, I guess I should say 'you're welcome' now, but I don't really feel like saying it."

Zolani shook her head, and her body immediately changed from Vivienne's appearance to her original appearance - Darkborn Zolani.

She patted her palms lightly, and the blood around her immediately ignited a raging fire, and a bright light rose abruptly in the endless darkness.

She saw the true face of the Dark Demon—ugly, deformed, and sick, which fit the aesthetics of void creatures.

"Void creatures hunt the Ascendant... It seems that the time of Shurima has indeed passed."

"Yes, High Priest..." The Dark Demon spoke, but the voice belonged to the pseudo-monitor. "Your fate will eventually fall with the sun disc—just like back then..."

"Really? Before that, I will definitely seal you up—just like back then." Zoranni smiled.

As soon as the words fell, the two shot at the same time.

Zolani's two chain scythes were thrown from her wrists, and the chains attached with blood fire quickly pierced the black shadow in the sky.

The Dark Demon didn't move its body to dodge, but kept its six arms together in front of its chest in a suspended state.

"Ah..."

The terrifying distorted energy acts on the chain, bouncing off the chain and at the same time transmitting it to Zoranni along the chain.

The latter didn't dare to be careless, and directly loosened the shackles on his wrists, allowing the chain sickle to fly into the air.

clang--!

Two chain sickles broke in mid-air.

Zoranni looked at her damaged weapon and shook her head in disappointment, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes.

"Your weapons are as weak as your strength..." The pseudo-monitor let out a piercing sneer, "Vulnerable...weak..."

"Really?" Zuolani shrugged, and put her hands in a fighting posture again—although she was a high priest who had nothing to do with "fighting" before becoming an Ascended, after becoming an Ascended, she was more or less the same. Learned some fighting skills.

"Are you... are you going to fight me in melee..." The pseudo-monitor's sneer became more obvious, "Is the high priest of Shurima reduced to melee combat..."

"My close combat is my strong point. If you don't believe me, try it." Zuolani waved her fist, looking like a professional fighter.

"Why should I fight with you?"

"You do not dare?"

"Don't dare? Hehe, it's just that I have an easier way to kill you..." The false monitor is not the kind of third-rate villain who will fall into the trap if he is bluffed, and of course he will not really go down to melee with the opponent.

Regardless of whether it is worried about conspiracy, why would it take so much trouble to go to melee when it can kill the opponent directly with the [skill] of the Dark Demon?

"Oh, that's fine." Zuolani spread her hands, "The last chance is gone, so I can only wait to die."

"You are very self-aware, High Priest..."

The False Watcher sneered and made the Dark Demon unleash his twisted energy again.

At this time, Zoranni had lost her weapon and could not resist this terrifying energy at all, as long as it was touched by a little bit, it would melt on the spot.

But just when the pseudo-monitor thought that one of his confidantes would soon be lost, a gap suddenly opened in the space beside Zolanni.

Immediately afterwards, a strong suction force dragged Zuolanni into the space crack.

"Actually, the 'last chance' I just mentioned refers to your last chance to kill me—if you came down to melee just now, I really wouldn't be able to run away."

Zoranni also showed a mocking smile, and even waved her hand cheaply to say goodbye when she got into the space crack.

It wasn't until this moment that the pseudo-monitor suddenly realized that he had been fooled.

The dark demon rushed towards the space crack at the fastest speed, trying to prevent Zoranni from using the spider demon's teleportation ability to escape.

But just when it was about to hit the crack in space, two broken chain sickles suddenly hit its back—although it couldn't cause much damage to it, it also successfully delayed its attack.

It's not the coolest.

What was most annoying was that the two chain scythes flew back into Zoranni's hands like darts after hitting it.

"Void creatures are as stupid as ever... Farewell, poor imitations of the Overseer."

The space rift closed, and Zolani disappeared with her weapon.

A fiery sting came from the Dark Demon's back.

It turned its head 180 degrees and blew out the flames on its back.

But the scar left after the flame was extinguished made the pseudo-monitor even more angry-there was clearly an insulting word written in ancient Icacia language:

【madness】

"what--!"

False Watchers and Dark Demons are impotent and rage.

It swears that it must find Zolani and Aatrox, and then tear them into pieces...

Chapter 42 10-year soul... 10-year weapon!

"Master Macchima, my mission is complete..."

In the dilapidated street, the spider demon Prince spit out another mouthful of blood.

Her teleportation ability is different from that of the demon of hell. Every time she teleports a living person, she will cause great damage to her body. Using it twice in a short period of time almost cost her half her life.

But for Lady Macchima, she will not have any complaints.

"It's been hard work, let's take a good rest." Mazima gently stroked Principe's gradually cracked head, like petting a well-behaved dog. "You don't need to follow us in the next battle, just find a place to hide yourself."

"Master Machima, I can still fight—"

puff……

In the middle of Princi's speech, the "zipper" on her body suddenly opened greatly, and the severe pain prevented her from finishing the second half of the sentence.

Zolani got out of Principe's "opened" body, and brought out a large pool of blood—the "zipper" on the latter's body had become bloody.

"Oh, sorry." Zolani apologized.

Princi ignored the person coming, and continued to speak to Mazima, enduring the pain, "I can still... fight... please don't leave... I..."

"I didn't abandon you, I just want you to rest." Mazima touched the other person's head again, her tone was still soft, but there seemed to be a hint of order vaguely. "Go and hide, don't follow me anymore."

"..." Principe pursed his lips, but finally did not continue to plead: "Yes, Lord Macchima..."

She dragged her seriously injured body step by step into the ruins, and soon disappeared—maybe she walked far away, or maybe she just hid.

After all, the ability to hide is also one of her specialties.

As long as she wanted to hide, even the Dark Demon couldn't find her in a short time.