Chainsaw Man, the Fire Demon of the Contract Holy Lord

Screaming with his soul posture, Su Tang's eyes turned blood red in an instant!

He saw some red words suddenly appeared in front of him!

The shape is weird, like some kind of hieroglyph!

Somehow, even though he had never seen them before, he recognized what they were the first time he saw them.

Magic spell! !

Black air magic!

Su Tang's eyes widened, but these words were disappearing at an extremely fast speed, as if they were being erased by something!

He instantly realized that these were some of the magic spells that the remnant soul of the Holy Lord had gradually remembered during this period of time!

But now that the remnant soul has returned to its original form and the seal is functioning again, this memory will be forcibly erased!

How can this work!

Su Tang gritted his teeth and tried his best to bring these words to his side.

He finally came into contact with magic, how could he be wiped away by a broken seal? !

The pain becomes more and more severe, as if someone is digging into your brain with a shovel, one after another!

"Ahhhhhhh! It hurts me so much!!

“Give it all to me—come here!!”

A pair of bloody eyes glowed brightly!

The red words dissipated quickly, but at this time, being pulled by the red light, the remaining small parts actually poured into Su Tang's brain!

The severe pain suddenly disappeared.

Su Tang could feel that the man holding the shovel seemed to hesitate.

When these memories come to Su Tang's mind, are they considered the contents recorded by Su Tang or the contents recorded by the Holy Master?

Does it need to be cleared?

Su Tang took a breath and quickly headed towards his body on the ground without having time to check what content he had absorbed.

At this time, the remnant soul of the Holy Lord has left, and his body is in a state of inactivation again. If it were a step later, I am afraid that all the previous efforts would be wasted.

The soul flies above the body and is completely submerged in it.

after awhile.

One second, maybe two seconds.

Su Tang's eyes suddenly opened.

Just like 'sitting up in shock during a dying illness', he immediately straightened up his upper body and looked over his body.

This feeling of soul and body reconnecting and fusing together perfectly is simply wonderful!

There is a warm, full, and almost overflowing feeling of abundance!

"clang--!"

Just then, a voice drew his attention.

I saw Hayakawa Akira half-kneeling on the ground, using his katana to forcefully support his body, and he was still coughing up blood.

Mainly because he didn't expect that 'Su Tang' would suddenly faint, causing the black shadow ninjas to lose control and return to their previous confused state. The sword man found the opportunity and rushed out, catching him off guard.

"Very well, it's your turn next."

The swordman turned his neck and looked at Su Tang with a grin.

Su Tang raised his eyebrows.

In the past, the Holy Master didn't use the fire energy because it was used to repair his soul and body. As a result, the Holy Master could only use some technical things to 'lesson' him when he was distracted, but that doesn't mean that he can't use the fire energy now. .

Narrowing his eyes, Su Tang just saw a little flame appear in his palm, when he suddenly heard a series of footsteps coming from both sides of the street.

"Team A is in position! Waiting for orders to fire!"

"Team B is in position! Waiting for the order to fire!"

"Group D is in position! Waiting for the order to fire!"

"..."

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at the same time.

A tall castle hidden in an unknown place.

The purple-black crucible was steaming upwards, and behind it, the Daolong sat cross-legged.

Silence and nothingness.

Until the moment when the remnant soul of the Holy Lord disappeared!

As if feeling something, Daolong's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of heterochromatic pupils inside.

One blue and one gray.

A sinister aura filled his face, and his wrinkled hand waved on the crucible in front of him.

The rising heat instantly condensed into a mirror, and what was revealed on it was Street No. 23 in Tokyo, Japan!

Seeing this scene, Daolong grinned with a terrifying smile, and there was a trace of excitement suppressed in his dry voice:

"The breath of the Holy Lord's talisman..."

He stood up, picked up the snake staff lying on the ground, and clicked it.

Three streaks of black energy came out one after another.

"Gan, Wen, Cui!"

"Go to Tokyo and grab my charm!"

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PS: Thanks to 'Skeleton Palace Ge Liuduo' for the reward of one blade; thanks to 'Northern Lonely Mansion' for the reward of two blades.Thank you everyone for your recommendation votes and monthly votes!Thank you all for your subscription support!

Hahahaha, although the author’s class is full of fun today!But I still came back and finished the four thousand words! !However, there may be some typos. If you find them, you can point them out and I will correct them after I finish the meal.

In addition, some book friends may have forgotten what Daolosaurus looks like. Here is a picture to remind everyone.

Chapter 73:Su Tang: Force me to open up, right?

Kyoto, Shinkansen platform.

Michiko Tendo and the police officer who is affiliated with the Kyoto Public Security Bureau.

They have an important task today - to pick up a big shot from Tokyo.

"By the way, why did Miss Machima suddenly think of coming to Kyoto?"

Perhaps tired of waiting, Kurose leaned on the railing nearby and chatted with his partner Tendo.

"Who knows what the big shots are thinking?" Tendo shook his head.

People passing by looked at them twice because of the police uniforms they were wearing.

From the perspective of others, these two look like a pair of siblings - they both have the same horizontal scars on their faces, similar looks and temperaments, black hair and black eyes.My sister has a single ponytail and is a bit taller.

"Well..." Kurose yawned, looking around, and suddenly saw a middle-aged man in a police uniform running toward them in a panic.

"Miss Tendo, Miss Tendo!"

The visitor panted and stopped in front of the two of them. He had no time to calm down his breathing and said anxiously:

"Receiving the latest news, Tokyo Demon Class [-], Class [-], Class [-], Class [-]... all seem to have been attacked by terrorists, causing heavy casualties."

"what?!"

Kurose's body, which had been leaning on the railing, straightened up instantly and said in disbelief: "They were all attacked? What about Miss Makima?"

"Miss Makima..."

The middle-aged man looked hesitant and said hesitantly: "The police received a call and there was a shooting on the main line of the No. [-] train from Tokyo to Kyoto... Among the attacked was a woman with orange hair."

Tendou and Kurose looked at each other.

"Orange-red hair... there should be no one except Miss Machima." Kurose scratched his head and said, "Then we've waited in vain."

"The final conclusion has not been made yet..."

Tendou hugged his chest and shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a loud whistle.

Route [-], the station has arrived!

The speeding train gradually slowed down, but before it came to a complete stop, the door was opened in advance.

The people inside were crying and rushing out, their faces full of fear and panic, as if there were some predatory beasts chasing them behind them.

Tendo straightened up, and she keenly saw that the people who ran out were more or less covered in blood.

Some have dried up, and some are still flowing down.

Shoes stepped on them, leaving clear or blurry bloody footprints.

Kurose's face also became serious, and he looked at Tendo.

The two men nodded at the same time, braced themselves against the squeaking sirens around them, and prepared to go to the train to investigate the situation.

"Tendou, Kurose."

A dull voice suddenly came from the carriage door.

With her black windbreaker fluttering in the wind, Makima walked down the platform with slow but powerful steps.

"M...Ms. Makima!" Tendo looked at Makima's snow-white uniform shirt in surprise, with bloody flowers blooming everywhere on it, looking sick and coquettish.

She asked: "This blood... you are not injured, are you?"

"No. The blood was spattered by the corpse."

Makima's voice had no fluctuation, and the expression on her face was neither happy nor sad. She just said calmly: "There were shootings on the Shinkansen and in Tokyo. The original plan was cancelled, and the dinner was stopped."

"Kurose, take someone to clean up the blood and corpses in the train."

"Tendou, help me find a set of clean clothes. In addition, recruit a high-altitude shrine and thirty death row prisoners."

Makima quietly made arrangements.

Her golden pupils were covered by the shadow of the station, intertwined with mottled fine circles.

"Yes!"

The two said in unison.

Separating from Tendou, Kurose walked into the train, planning to take a look inside before waiting for the logistics staff to arrive.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt sticky under his feet.

Lowering his head, the scene in front of him instantly made his pupils shrink.

——A sea of ​​blood!

Four or five burly men fell to the ground in a mess, their chests dug into holes, and blood was still gushing out.

The carriage was filled with the dense smell of gunpowder and blood, as well as some miscellaneous disgusting smells.

Facing this scene that was like a hell on earth, Kurose turned around and looked at the orange-red figure that was gradually leaving.

His feet were spotless, and blood bloomed on his body.

Like a high-altitude god, he was overlooking everything in the world with a look of indifference.

This sense of déjà vu made Kurose shudder uncontrollably. He narrowed his eyes and murmured:

"Miss Makima..."

"What kind of devil did you sign this contract with..."

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"Group E is in position, waiting for orders to fire!"