Ark's Journey to the Demon God

The bartender shouted, and in the tavern, four or five people pulled out long knives and crossbows from under the table, aiming at the soldiers.

boom!

Shen Muke grabbed the bartender's wrist, picked up the cane on the side and hit him hard on the left cheek: "Xina!"

"understand!"

The girl Adacris raised her long bow and fired several sharp arrows in different directions. Only one of them hit her face and knocked down the others.

The stunned bartender covered his face and realized that he had overturned.

The next second, the cane in Shen Muke's right hand was placed on his neck, and he pressed down hard on the bar.

Ice cubes and broken ice fell like snowflakes, and an unknown wind blew up, closing the front and rear doors and windows of the tavern.

"Now, let's talk about it, Mr. Fox, who is not good at acting?"

Chapter 21 One touch

"Guest? You...what do you mean?" The bartender was lying on the table. He was suppressed by the cane. He couldn't even raise his head, let alone resist.

"Oh? Are you pretending to be innocent now?" Shen Muke narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Stop pretending, Mr. Fox, I know you are not a bartender, but a mercenary, right?"

"This...how did you..."

Nonsense, only mercenaries with ulterior motives would gladly accept the order from the Godfather of Syracuse for more than ten drinks with ice balls. The average bartender would just think he was looking for trouble!

From the moment he entered, Shen Muke noticed something was wrong with this tavern.

It’s not just the bartender who goes against the rules, it’s also the patronage of this pub.

The tavern located in a strategic area, at this time when it should have been crowded, there were only five or six people there. Isn't this a problem?

Shen Muke increased the strength on his hand, and the cane pressed against the bartender's trachea, suffocating him.

"I'll give you three seconds to figure out your identity and purpose, and then tell me everything. Slow down for a second and move your head!"

"Hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Huh? Huh, it counts as time! Three seconds, tell me right away!"

Shen Muke used his hands lightly to prevent his bartender from being suffocated to death.

"I said, I said, sir... We were hired by the Royal Chief to reduce the number of the Sand Soldiers and make them panic, so that others can take action and disrupt the situation... What I said is true. Words!!!”

Listening to his confession, the faces of all the soldiers gradually darkened.

They have indeed been abandoned.

"Good boy, of course I know what you said is true. So, tell me now, where is Chief Ibat?"

Shen Muke had no intention of playing games with these little ghosts in the dark. He wanted to solve the problem fundamentally.

"I have no idea,

I really do not know!Sir, it’s not that I didn’t say it, it’s actually me…”

boom!

With a muffled sound, Shen Muke knocked out the bartender with a punch.

"Thank you for your words and brains. Your active cooperation saved your life."

Shen Muke spread his hands, smiled at the frightened Sand Soldier team and said, "Everyone, it seems we need to find another clue."

"Agaritu..." Professor Thorne approached Shen Muke and said, "Are we really going to find Chief Ibat?"

The Ibat chieftain has openly opposed the Shah soldiers. They have obviously been treated as pigs to be slaughtered by the other party. At this time, why do they still have to fight hard?

"It's not us, it's me." Shen Muke corrected with a smile. He put his hand into his pocket and took out the fake Origin Stone sample: "All you need is me. You don't need to follow me."

"How...how can this be done?" Professor Thorne hesitated.

"It doesn't matter. The strength of the soldiers is limited. You can't help me if you stay, right? As for your safety after leaving me... Hey, friends, can you help me?"

Shen Muke suddenly turned aside. In that corner, a figure in a black robe was sitting there. He was the only one who didn't get up just now.

"Hehehehe, praise fate for bringing you and me together here."

The old fortune teller stood up. He walked up to Shen Muke, stretched out his withered hands, revealing the dense tattoos and paintings on his body. Under the astonished eyes of Shachu and Xina, he bowed to Shen Muke and saluted:

"Praise you, the co-lord of all demons and gods, the supreme and mighty man."

"Do you know me?" Shen Muke leaned on his cane and calmly accepted Old Isin's gift.

"In the not-too-distant future, all creatures in this world will know you, and all races will salute you in this way."

"Really? That's really exciting..." Shen Muke's eyes flickered, and he interrupted Old Isin: "I'll talk about the rest later. I don't know, as Sargon's famous fortune teller, you can Can’t you help protect these friends of mine?”

"Of course, of course." Old Isin looked behind Shen Muke and saw the Sand Soldier team and Xina.

"Old Ising is willing to help you, and even more willing to protect your friends..."

Old Isin's eyes gradually shone with a strange light, and he said slowly: "Ah, fate, so bright and changeable... Elliot, Thorne, Sheena, and everyone, please praise fate, you have obtained A chance to live."

Amid everyone's fear, Old Isin narrowed his gaze and silently moved out of the way: "Please come with me, Old Isin will take you all to a safe place..."

Professor Thorne breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't understand the mysterious fortune teller in front of him, judging from Shen Muke's meaning, he should still be trustworthy.

"Old Yisin, regarding your fate, after this time, I hope you can tell me in detail... You should be able to find me, right?" Shen Muke said suddenly.

"Of course, of course." Old Ising slowly turned around and grinned: "Old Ising is willing to answer all your questions unconditionally, as long as Old Ising knows..."

"That's good." Shen Muke nodded.

Old Isin gathered Shachu, the others, and Xina together, and at the same time stretched out his hand. On his right arm, a strange pattern gradually lit up.

Old Isin pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Everyone, you may feel a little dizzy next..."

"what?"

hiss--

The faint blue light flashed away, and only Shen Muke and the few mercenaries lying on the ground were left in the tavern.

call--

After letting out a long breath, Shen Muke took out the fake Origin Stone sample.

The blue light was indistinguishable from the genuine product, but Shen Muke knew that it was just a fake.

Stretching out his hand, he returned the staff to the Empire of Consciousness, replaced by Agares' spear and the condor named Mekin.

Shen Muke's face gradually changed, his hair gradually turned white, and the wrinkles and scars on his face were also revealed.

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Shen Muke put the spear on his shoulder, grasped the Origin Stone in his hand, and then kicked open the door of the tavern——

Outside the tavern, there was a crowd of people.

Countless mercenaries were standing in the streets and alleys. Just now, they had discovered the Sand Soldier team entering the tavern on the outskirts of the Ibat area. They also saw the doors and windows of the tavern closed in an instant.

They were like wild beasts that smelled the smell of blood, and swarmed in because of it.

However, when Shen Muke appeared alone in front of everyone, they fell into brief doubts.

However, the doubts soon ended, because they saw Shen Muke open his right hand, and there, lying quietly, was a blue crystal.

It’s that Source Stone sample!

Everyone showed greedy eyes. Their purposes were different, but their goals were so consistent.

They wanted to steal the Origin Stone, maybe to sell it themselves, maybe because the boss behind it offered a bounty, maybe for some other purpose... But after all, it was for money.

The world is bustling, all come for the benefit, and the world is bustling, all go for the benefit.

Shen Muke is not interested

To understand the inner world of these executioners, he just turned the spear in his hand, then clenched his left hand and asked with a smile:

"Everyone, who can tell me where is the Chief of Ibat?"

Chapter 22 The mercenary brother plays GG

What is a rabble?

Shen Muke can say that these are the mercenaries in front of him.

They stood together in a dark and intimidating way, but it was just an illusion.

The strength of these mercenaries is like the potato chips sold in the supermarket. They look like a big pack, but in fact they don't have much in them.

The so-called mercenary groups are basically just killing gangs with profit as the core. When those few mainstays fall, the rest are just chickens and dogs, scattered in a rush.

Sighing, Shen Muke raised the spear in his hand again.

This was the first time he had raised his spear. He only remembered that every time he raised his spear, someone would die.

Shen Muke shook his head. He had no intention of exploring the past of each deceased soul like before, because it was too inefficient and too compassionate.

Considering what you are going to do in the future, you never need mercy.Therefore, if he wants to change this bad habit, he cannot let the chains of mercy entangle himself.

Every time Agares' spear passed by, it would leave a wound on the mercenary's body. The wound was very small, but the poison was enough to be fatal.

The mercenaries all died because of this. When they fell, they still maintained their movements from the previous second.

Some are charging, some are running away, and some are kneeling down to beg for mercy.

Shen Muke turned a blind eye. He would not redeem these executioners whose hands were stained with blood. Salvation was obtained by oneself, not by praying. Even back then, Shen Muke took away the sword dance as bright as a summer flower. Her life finally granted her liberation.

"Go, go, go to the unknown other shore, there is no need for pain, no need for resentment, death is not terrible, it is just another great adventure."

The demon's words were like the wings of death brushing against each mercenary's forehead.

Some people begged, saying that they knew where Chief Yibat was, but Shen Muke ignored the mercenary's words because he didn't need any information in the first place.

From beginning to end, he just wanted to solve everything with force.

When he left Kjerag, he was ready for change.

The kind of humiliation and back-and-forth behavior in the past is no longer suitable for Shen Muke's crimson ideal. If you want to realize that ideal, you can't rely on the gentleness of treating guests to dinner, but should rely on thunderous methods like storms.

Some people say this is cruel, but Shen Muke thinks it is efficient!

Therefore, when the Sand Soldiers team encountered him, he was ready to deal with it by force.

He will take that fake Origin Stone and poke a hole in the Ibat area!

He didn't care what this incident would bring to Sargon, because the death of a royal chief and a group of mercenaries would only make the world a little clearer.

What's more, how can the continent of Terra be so fragile?

King Victoria can die, Grand Duke Vanya can die, and so can the Witch King.

This world can go on without anyone, so what's the problem if a prince dies?

His thoughts gradually subsided.

Shen Muke placed his spear on the ground.

Before his eyes, there were corpses everywhere.

Hundreds of mercenaries fell to the ground in various postures, and they were no longer breathing.

"1352 people." Shen Muke said silently.

This won't be all, or rather, it's just a drop in the bucket.

But it doesn't matter, because I have found my next target.

Shen Muke looked into the distance, where King Yibat was.

……

boom!

In the spacious and bright hall, a man in rich clothes threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

In front of him was a screen with several split screens, on which the image of Shen Muke slaughtering mercenaries was being broadcast live.

"Trash! They are all trash!" The richly dressed royal chieftain's voice was trembling: "Where did this God of Death come from? Why have I never seen him anywhere?"

Chief Ibat had traveled around Sargon and was very knowledgeable. However, even so, he had never seen anyone who could come and go freely among thousands of mercenaries, and also take the lives of everyone like a poisonous snake. .

"Come on! Come on! Is there anyone breathing?!"

The royal chief slapped the table, and a thin young man walked in. His eyes had rare vertical pupils, and the few scales and snake tails on his face proved that he was a Phedea.