Dior always thought he was not a good person, but at that moment he felt something was broken in his heart.

He pulled out the [God of Death's Gaze] and rushed over like crazy to cut the group of people into pieces.

Then he stood aside and watched the woman get up from the corpse on the ground, and handed a missing person notice to him in silence.

At that moment, he could capture the light of hope from this woman's eyes.

It was not because he saved her, but because he wanted to get an answer from him.

Dior knew what the answer she wanted, but he shook his head silently as if he was mute.

So, the light in the woman's eyes quickly dimmed, then she crossed the broken corpse on the ground and continued to walk away mechanically numbly, sticking out missing person notices that could not have any results to the wall.

Maybe she will encounter danger in the next corner, but who cares?

The only meaning of her existence is the missing person notices in her hands...

............

Standing in the once very prosperous city of Tokyo, the night fell unknowingly.

Dior seemed to see a huge man-eating monster that opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the entire city.

He is not a savior, he cannot save everyone, he cannot even save the people around him, who can he save?

But maybe...

He can do more.

For example, make this degenerate city look cleaner?

Bang!

The door of a bar was kicked open with his feet. In addition to Dior, there was also the bloody head in his hand.

"Someone smashed the place and searched the guy!"

Looking at the demons and monsters that were not panic in front of him, Dior suddenly smiled.

He had turned off the translator, so he didn't know what these guys were swearing, nor did he want to know because he was afraid of dirtying his ears.

Hell is where they should go!

Swish!

A dark red sword flashed by!

The few people walking in front were cut off in half, and their internal organs and intestines fell all over the floor, making people vomit bloody!

Many people finally showed a look of horror on their faces and their paces stagnated.

But Dior has nothing to hesitate about. This country is already rotten to the core, and politicians alone cannot make things right.

Then kill it!

The quality of these sinful souls should be very high...

A few minutes later, the screams finally weakened, but replaced by a strong smell of blood.

Except for those women who were humiliated, there are no living people here.

Standing at the door of the bar, Dior lit a cigarette for himself and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

The cold wind at night blew away the strong smell of blood here, but it spread to other places.

When the cigarettes went out, Dior also chased the cold wind and walked into the darkness again.

Tonight, the place where the smell of blood drifts away is where he brings the killing!

"One, two, it will come to you."

"Three, four, lock your door."

"Five, six, grab your sheets."

"Seven, eight, you'll stop breathing."

"Nine, ten, you won't be able to sleep."

"Are you ready? Your nightmare... is coming."

Accompanied by the terrifying nursery rhymes, the gang thugs in Tokyo were brutally massacred, and even a complete body could not be found.

The smell of blood in the city is simply disgusting!

If the moon tonight has color, it must be... blood red.

When the sun rises again, the bright sunlight dispels the night and covers the earth.

This is like a dead city!

Dior is like the god of death wandering around the world. Wherever he sets, death and fear will be brought.

Thanks to his efficient killing efficiency and the Star Sea avoiding the time he wasted on the way, he killed a thousand or thousands of "demons" this night?

Sorry, he wanted to count it at the beginning.

But in the end he really couldn't remember how many people he killed.

However, the number of [Sin Souls] on the panel made him quite satisfied. The "monsters" in this city are indeed of high quality.

If they were killed, it would be more than enough to use them to resurrect the Kuai Silver.

So look, he found another reason to continue the killing.

.............

Before I knew it, a week passed.

At this time, Tokyo is like a ghost town. It is almost impossible to see someone staying on the street. Even if someone appears occasionally, he will be in a hurry, fearing that something will be targeted.

Various versions of rumors have long been circulated in the secret, after all, rumors like demons in this country are still very popular.

As for the gang here, they have basically disappeared.

Just according to Dior's killing method, no matter how many people there are, there is no enough to kill, let alone he has never hidden it, but anyone who sees him basically becomes the dead soul under his sword.

I don’t know if it’s because of too much blood, so Dior always feels that [Death’s Gaze] is a bit weird...

By the way, after many smart people chose to escape from this city, the remaining tits were all gathered together yesterday, giving Dior a big surprise.

Is it more than 10,000 people or more than 20,000 people?

It was densely packed with all kinds of weapons in his hands. Dior raised his hand and made a treasure trove of ice, instantly slaughtering the other party!

Many ants bite the elephant to death?

It doesn't exist!

No matter how many ants are, they are jokes in front of the elephant that is squirting (river crab) firearms with their noses.

Dior was worried that it would take too much time to continue killing like this, but the other party gave him such a big gift. Of course, he wanted to thank them.

So he pushed all the way with joy, no one could escape!

Until the last man fell in a pool of blood, he suddenly became stunned...

At the corner of the street, a body that was unclothed was surrounded by a group of smelly flies, and his eyes were filled with resentment and resentment.

Dior walked over silently and picked up a missing person notice she held tightly in her hand.

A cute little girl in a skirt is getting scissors hands, with a bright smile on her face...

Dior paused for a moment, then took out a exactly the same missing person notice from his pocket, gently covered the corpse's face, and then carefully folded the bloody wrinkled missing person notice into the pocket of his shirt.

He did not make any promises to the corpse, it was not his style, he would just do everything he could to do.

[Red Magician] appeared next to him in an instant, and then a ball of flame quickly landed on the corpse.
Chapter completed!