The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Jestan made one last gesture to Mubai.

In an instant, the huge phantom locked on to its target - the violent existence who didn't pay attention to it and was still killing people.

A strange energy fell from the sky, hitting Mubai's head, but it couldn't break even a piece of carapace.

Mu Bai ignored this thunderous and rainy attack, and continued to slaughter the target in front of him, cutting off, cutting, and chopping up the powerful demons one by one, and then swallowed them into his stomach.

But just as he was about to tear apart the tauren and demons in front of him, his thinking suddenly froze.

Yes, thinking is stagnant, like a timeline that has been taken away for a while, leaving nothingness.

His movements also stopped, and a powerful impact from the Tauren demon sent him flying.

The next moment, he felt something enter his mind.

That thing was like a greedy parasite, crazily sucking on his memory.

The thing seemed to have discovered the "secret chamber" between the lateral sulcus and the calvarial sulci.

It pushed open the "door" of that "secret chamber"...

Pava seemed to smell a familiar smell of blood.

She had smelled it many times, even tasted it.

Is it... Mubai's blood smell?

"Qiu, the money-grubbing devil seems to be bleeding." She turned her head to look at the crowd, "Maybe there are quite a few... Is he going to be beaten to death?"

"What?" Hearing this, Akira Hayakawa, Himeno and the others immediately became nervous. "are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. The taste is very familiar to me, it's... a sweet and delicious taste."

"broken……"

Hayakawa Qiu rushed out immediately, and even drew the long sword on his back, as if he was ready to shorten his life and even fight with his life.

Himeno and the others did not hesitate at all, and immediately rushed out of the ambush point following Hayakawa Akira's footsteps, and rushed towards the embassy not far away.

It took them only two to three minutes to reach the distance of less than one kilometer.

A cordon had already been set up around the embassy, ​​and no residents would appear within a radius of several hundred meters. Only dozens of heavily armed police officers surrounded the area, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

Akira Hayakawa casually threw the Demon Hunter's ID on the ground as a proof, running without stopping for a moment.

Soon, he and a group of policemen saw the familiar demon figure in the garden deep in the embassy.

At this time, Mu Bai was standing motionless on the spot, and more than a dozen top demon hunters were attacking him, wantonly venting their anger and fear.

Without hesitation, Hayakawa charged at the nearest demon hunter with his sword in hand.

He knew that it would be very difficult for him to deal with the top demon hunters of various countries with his strength, especially in the current situation where more hits and fewer were used to describe it as pebbles hitting rocks.

But he won't back down.

He once watched his family members being killed by the gun demon with his own eyes. Now, he will never remain indifferent to the death of his companions.

Even if you can't do anything, you have to use your last breath and make the last struggle!

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Mu Bai felt as if he was dreaming.

That familiar feeling is back.

The secret room in his mind was opened, and it contained some useless memories—useless and huge.

As early as when Lan Xing was admitted to the hospital for the first time, he said that there was a secret room in his mind, but no one believed it.

The doctor said medical imaging showed nothing unusual, but he was sure he had a secret room in his head.

The memory in the secret room is useless, but it is thousands of times more than the memory outside the secret room.

He will not forget anything, similar to an extremely rare disease-hypermemory.

He remembers everything he has heard, seen, and smelled, including how many pieces of paper he used when going to the toilet ten years ago today, and whether he wiped his butt with his left hand or his right hand.

The only difference between the Chamber of Secrets and hyperamnesia is that he can put those useless memories in the Chamber of Secrets, thereby reducing the oppression on the spirit.

But even so, he was inevitably affected - the secret room needed a lot of sugar to maintain, otherwise those memories would break through the secret room, causing his mental confusion, and even making him unable to distinguish between living and dead things.

At this moment, he watched the door of the secret room being opened.

But... those memories did not leak out.

Because there is a "parasite" devouring those useless memories.

He feels good.

He just watched the parasite feasting quietly.

Until a voice sounded next to him:

"Stupid maggot! What the hell have you done?!"

Is it... Aatrox?

"You are being attacked! You have slandered the power of the god warrior! Ah→↗!"

But... now I feel pretty good.

"I gave you great power! The power of a godslayer! But you buried this power! You humble maggot! You should die!!"

Hmm...sorry.

"Ah... Maggot, I don't mind your death, but our 'contract' is still going on, and you haven't found a way for me to go back to Runeterra, do you understand?"

contract……

"That's all, that's all... I'll help you again, you useless maggot!"

Then... thank you?

"Give me your body, maggot. You will be my true host, and you will be honored for it! I will let the world know, the real! The power of a god warrior!! Not what you unleash To one ten-thousandth of the weak power!!"

Oh... well, then you get on the number.

"Hehe, maggots, maggots... maggots!!!"

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In the back garden of the embassy, ​​a group of demon hunters were still attacking the half-human, half-demon mercilessly.

Those Demon Hunters from Unusual Class 4 are not too strong, they only need to send two or three people to successfully intercept them.

They have the odds.

They are no longer afraid.

They began to sacrifice more to the demon, in order to attack more powerfully to tear apart the monster in the dust cloud.

Jestan, who borrowed the power of [Devil of Memories] and became the focus of everyone, smiled even more.

But just when he was about to open the champagne in advance, a strange voice that should not belong to this world suddenly sounded in the dust and mist:

"Ah... hello, I'm Aatrox, I'm... Godslayer."

As the voice fell, the dust and mist gradually dissipated, and the smell of blood condensed in the air.

A desperate and terrifying aura came over the surface.

With just a millisecond of distraction, the bodies of the two demon hunters standing in the front were separated.

The dust and mist cleared away, and a strange and terrifying figure came into everyone's eyes.

The pair of huge demon wings have been fully unfolded.

The sharp dark red giant sword is already in his hand.

The pair of demon eyes emitting bloodthirsty light have slowly opened.

"The time has come! The end of the world, here comes—!"

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When the real demon appeared, it seemed that even time stood still.

The smell of blood in the air seemed to have materialized, piercing people's hearts like red and silver needles.

Dare not breathe, dare not speak, dare not move.

In front of him, it seems that all actions are extremely serious sins, and should be punished with the cruelest torture—maybe, even death has become a kind of kindness, a luxury.

despair.

Except still hopeless.

Whether it is a high-ranking official of flesh and blood, a demon hunter, or a demon bred by fear and born in hell, they no longer have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

In the face of such extreme despair, stubborn resistance is no longer a hymn of courage, but an insult, contempt, and contempt for one's own life.

The only respect for despair is to lead the neck to be killed.

"Ah... the smell of blood, I haven't tasted it for too long."

The strange figure in the dust and mist - the full body dark-born sword demon Aatrox, holding the giant sword tightly, scanning the crowd with a pair of terrifying eyes.

Those contemptuous eyes didn't seem to be looking at human beings, or even at living things, but...the eyes at the vegetation, at the rocks, at the earth, at all dead things.

In his eyes, all the demon hunters present -- no matter how strong or weak they are, are just fresh corpses.

"I am the end of the world, I bring destruction, I bring... despair."

Aatrox took his footsteps, and those slow and powerful steps seemed to step on everyone's heart, causing substantial pain.

He walked to the nearest demon - the tauren demon who had just turned "him" over with its bull horns.

The latter seemed to be fixed in place by something, unable to escape, let alone resist, he just raised his head blankly and looked up at the godslayer who brought endless despair in front of him.

It saw a more stalwart body, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, and a pair of more terrifying wings... Those carapaces were densely packed, hard and full of resilience; the giant sword was stained with blood, and every inch revealed the breath of death .

"Are you...a cow?" Aatrox's deep, hoarse voice was like a sharp knife, like a spear, mercilessly tearing at the tauren demon's heart. "You have a pair of beautiful horns, but your body... is clearly not qualified."

He stretched out his left hand and grasped one of the tauren demon's horns.

The latter trembled all over, and his mind went blank.

Crack...crack!Aatrox just snapped it off, and the horn, which was so hard that even a missile could not be blown up, broke in two instantly.

He weighed the broken horn for a while, and then gently put it back on the tauren demon's head.

Then, his wrist exerted a slight force.

Snapped--!

The horn instantly pierced the tauren demon's head.

Blood, brain matter, and brains flowed out at the same time, flowing down the face full of fear.

"Ridiculous power with a ridiculous body, ridiculous... maggots."

Aatrox walked towards the next demon expressionlessly, the dark red giant sword dragged a long and deep sword mark on the ground, and there seemed to be a strange existence with an aura of despair and death flowing inside.

The next demon to be slaughtered—the forest demon, watched death approaching, and finally fell into madness between despair and fear. He summoned countless vines as hard as diamonds with all his strength, and wanted to Hold back the pace of death.

But... apparently, Aatrox was unaffected.

The vines wrapped around his body were like fragile spider threads, which could be easily torn off without any extra force and just walking normally.

"Are you challenging me?"

Aatrox raised his darkin sword for the first time.