The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Because the cursed demon failed to kill the target in seconds according to the contract.

Because... Mu Bai's just one look made the cursed demon stunned in place.

"For the sake of signing a contract with you, I won't eat you today." Mubai grabbed the cursed demon's neck with his backhand, and with a slight twist, he lost his ability to move. "Be conscious and get the hell out—before I change my mind..."

snap!The moment the cursed demon's neck was twisted, its phantom disappeared suddenly.

Mubai didn't bother to pay attention to Toriga who was on the side, and directly threw the Darkborn Demon Sword in his hand at the master who was performing the sacrificial ceremony.

puff--!

The Darkborn Demon Sword pierced through the master's body precisely.

But she also completed the contract with the demon of hell at this last moment-using the precious second that Torriga won for her.

The demons of hell opened a portal connecting the two worlds.

Its horrific laughter echoed throughout the stadium.

The sacrifice of thirty children was exchanged for the black shadow that emerged from the portal.

"The contract takes effect..."

"Two summoned objects..."

"Wish you guys good luck……"

The moment the devil of hell's voice fell, the portal was closed, and the summoned one descended into the world.

Mu Bai saw a chain sickle being born on the children's bones.

Immediately afterwards, Aatrox's furious roar suddenly sounded in his mind after a long absence:

"Fraudster! Damn cheater!! I will kill you a thousand times, ten thousand times!!! You are guilty of the same crime as the Twilight Protoss!!!"

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PS:

I got hit, the low fever persists, and my mind is dizzy... Today's Chapter 2 update may be a little later, sorry...

This thing is very evil. A few days ago, Al was still joking with his friends, saying, "Everyone is a doctor, so be careful not to get infected so easily"...

What a slap in the face...

Dear patients, do not go out when you have nothing to do, and remember to wear a mask. If you can’t go to crowded places, don’t go. It’s really scary...

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Chapter 87 Aatrox is on his way to hell

Aatrox was "sleeping".

Everything in this world makes him feel bored, and only deep sleep can pass the boring and long time.

But just as he was sleeping soundly, a familiar smell caught his attention - he remembered, he always remembered... He hated that smell countless centuries ago.

The owner of that breath is named [Zolanni].

She was the former high priest of Shurima, the high priest who presided over the ascension ceremony and was revered by all.Aatrox had treated her with respect, but now, all he wanted was to tear her to pieces.

Because she betrayed the survivors of that great battle - all the god warriors corrupted by the void.

She tried to control all the darkspawn with superb blood magic, and she might even have an inexplicable relationship with the damned Twilight Protoss.

She is a traitor to the darkin.

She is a remnant of the Ascension Ritual in Shurima.

She deserves death!

"Lend me your body!" Aatrox's furious roar sounded in Mubai's mind, and he began to roughly grab control of his body.

To be honest, Mu Bai wasn't sure if he could resist this monstrous anger, and he didn't want to resist either.

Since Aatrox wants revenge, let him lend his body.

If he forcibly blocks and forces Aatrox to violate the contract, firstly, there will be unnecessary conflicts, and secondly, he may even directly tear the "law" of this world with extremely terrifying power, so that the contract between humans and demons can be broken. Unpredictable changes occur.

"Try not to accidentally injure other people." Mu Bai explained while handing over control of his body to the other party, "I have to deduct wages for killing too many ordinary people."

"In the face of the great revenge of the god warrior, don't talk about that indifferent thing! You bloody maggot!" Aatrox took control of his body cursing.

However, although he said that he would not care about the life and death of those passers-by, he still kept a low profile as much as possible when releasing the darkborn energy - if the darkborn energy was released recklessly, ordinary people would die violently just by a little impact On the spot.

A moment later, Aatrox descended again in full form.

Although he is still not as good as he was in his heyday, with Mubai's "mutated" body that has eaten countless demons as a host, he can at least exert [-]% to [-]% of his power in his heyday.

On the other hand, Zoranni, after her chain scythe came out of the portal, she only had a body that was not very qualified at first glance—a thin woman, neither tall nor mighty, but she was the same as before her ascension. The appearance is somewhat similar.

"Why am I here...?"

Zuolani looked around in a daze, and then at the body she had just looted—the body that was seized in a sword dojo in Ionia.

She took a simple deep breath, and finally locked her gaze on Aatrox.

She didn't understand why she suddenly appeared here - she saw Raast in Ionia last second, but it didn't matter.

It is estimated that Aatrox used some despicable means to send her here.

The most important thing for her right now is to find a way to kill the old enemy in front of her—well, at least find a way to escape from him.

"Aatrox...it's been a long time."

Zuolani took half a step forward, and the chain scythe in her hand began to spin.

"I didn't expect that I would be teleported here by you just after I woke up... Well, it will be a matter of time anyway."

"It's not me who sent you here, it's God's will! God's will!!" Aatrox roared, and the desperate breath instantly frightened everyone present—except for Mazima, everyone else involuntarily rushed towards the gymnasium. He ran out, trying to escape from this terrifying World Destroyer.

"I thought it would take a long time to go back and kill you, but I never thought about it! I never thought about it! You came by yourself!!"

The floor under his feet cracked suddenly, and Aatrox's body rushed towards him like a fired shell.

"Since you have also broken free from the shackles and the seal, then you should be killed by me with honor! Come! Let me tear you into pieces!!"

The Darkborn Demon Sword slashed down heavily with the power to destroy the world, Zoranni had already sensed that desperate breath before she even made a move—she had already experienced this giant sword countless centuries ago. The power of the sword.

When she was mortally wounded by Aatrox's sword, she was near death, and her fear of that power persists to this day.

During those thousands of years of seal, she was thinking all the time, what would she do if she encountered this giant sword again?

She couldn't think of a suitable way to break the situation, but it wasn't for nothing.

"General, your era has come to an end."

Zoranni quickly swung the chain scythe, entangled the darkborn sword with a chain while dodging sideways, and successfully forced the great sword's falling trajectory to the left by half an inch—since she couldn't think of how to deal with it, she should find a way to avoid it.

The Darkborn Demon Sword smashed to the ground, and the terrifying power instantly dug out a deep pit—it could even be called an abyss.

Zuolani glanced back at the terrifying sword marks, and instantly realized in her heart that she was no match for Aatrox—the body she had seized could not fully exert her power for the time being, only about [-]% or [-]% of it, and Aatrox Tox seems to be able to exert nearly [-]% of his strength.

Her heyday was not as good as that of Aatrox, and the power she displayed at this time was not as much as others, so she naturally had no chance of winning.

We must first avoid the edge.

"Even in another world, is your temperament so cruel, General?" Zuolani hurriedly let go of the chain before the opponent drew back the giant sword, so as not to be pulled over and instantly killed by the sword.

"Call me by my name!!" Aatrox didn't want to hear what he used to be called anymore, it would only make him think of how unbearable he is now in front of his former self.

The anger in his heart was ignited again, and the unrivaled Darkborn Demon Sword slashed out again.

But this time Zuolanni did not choose to continue the fight, she pretended to defend one second, and turned around and ran away the next second.

But before she could run far, she saw a red light under her feet—it didn't seem like Aatrox's ability.

This is... the woman with the broken arm?

"Demon of Hell... I sacrifice to you everything from the three beautiful children and the heart of 'Santa Claus'... Please send everyone in the stadium to hell..."

After the voice fell, an arm the size of a building appeared out of thin air in the sky.

The next moment, the giant hand slammed down and grabbed the entire gymnasium.

"The contract takes effect..."

[WEB] Chapter 88 Hell's big stage, come if you can eat

Aatrox felt dizzy.

When he stabilized his figure again, everything around him had changed.

Where there is any gymnasium or Zolanni, there is only a desert.

There is no grass on the ground, and a strange, grid-shaped "ceiling" is pressed against the "high sky" above the head.

There was a disgusting stench in the air-like the stench of blood, carrion and excrement mixed together, very pungent.

There seemed to be some kind of indescribable evil hidden in the darkness in the distance, and there were waves of terrifying low roars.

If it were someone with a weaker mental capacity, I am afraid that the terrifying aura alone would be enough to completely destroy the mind.

But... apparently, Aatrox is not "a person with a weak mental capacity."

He didn't think there was any horror here, but rather an inexplicable sense of intimacy—everything here reminded him of the scene where he went deep into the void and killed countless centuries ago.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that he seemed to be the only one around.

He could sense Zolani's presence, but the latter was far away, and he might not be able to catch her for a while.

"Ah... Damn it..."

Aatrox was starting to get annoyed.

Fortunately, a voice solved his confusion for him: "This is hell, Aatrox. If there is no accident, Zoranni is also in hell—I think you should be able to sense her existence?"

"Of course, maggot." Aatrox responded to the voice deep in his consciousness, "but she is far away from us, and I'm afraid it will take a lot of time...Damn it!"

"It's the devil of hell. If you catch it later, it will cut you twice to vent your anger."

"Two knives? Dismember the corpse!"

"walk slowly."

"It's so troublesome..." Aatrox picked up the Darkborn sword with a displeased face, and walked in the direction of the induction.

At this time, the benefits of the darkin are highlighted-the darkin weapons can sense each other, as long as one side is not dead, no matter where it is hidden in the world, the other side will find it.

All Aatrox has to do now is to find Zoranni in this so-called hell, then chop her into thousands of pieces, and finally burn her body to death.

But it is a pity that in life, things will inevitably backfire.

Before he had walked a few kilometers, more than a dozen red lights suddenly lit up in the darkness in front of him.

Those things look a bit like the eyes of a beast.

Aatrox frowned impatiently - honestly, he didn't bother to fight these weaklings, it was a waste of his time and energy.

He wanted to kill Zoranni with the most perfect posture, and that would be worthy of his anger for thousands of years.

Also worthy of...Zolanni's past glory.

"Are those demons?" Aatrox asked.

"Yes." Mu Bai replied.

The red light was getting closer and closer, and Aatrox suddenly thought of a good way to get the best of both worlds.

He suddenly gave up control of his body.

His consciousness gradually returned to the Darkborn Demon Sword.

"These things are given to you to eat - as a 'contract', I want you to get as close to Zolani as possible while devouring these stinky maggots."

After the words fell, Aatrox completely returned to the Darkborn Sword.

Mu Bai took over his own body again.

He touched the corner of his mouth, as if a drop of saliva flowed down.