Chapter 908 It’s all Leon’s fault!
Chapter 908 It’s all Leon’s fault!
"You still don't understand?"
Looking at the directors below with puzzled eyes, the faceless man couldn't help but chuckle, then stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the third generation director.
"What you just said, Mr. Sandai, was not meant for you to hear. It was meant for me to hear."
"?!!!"
As the cleaners looked puzzled or dismayed, the faceless man smiled and explained:
"Your Excellency Sandaime's words are meant to remind me that if I don't get rid of you first and go directly to the human world, I will definitely die even if I go. You want to force me to fight you first... or even lure me into taking action."
After looking at the old man with a gloomy face who was stirring the pot vigorously, the faceless man slowly put away the smile on his face and said in a cold voice with a blank expression:
“You are not familiar with this dead man who lived thousands of years ago, but I am different… He was able to kill almost all the true gods of the four major, nine minor and thirteen planes. He relied not only on martial arts, but also on his despicable and sinister character.
Although I don't know what's in that pot, based on my understanding of your director, if I approach rashly, nothing good will happen!"
"..."
Damn! After this beast died once, he actually learned something new!
His plan was completely seen through, so the third-generation old man had to stop stirring the pot with the spoon. Then, with a dark face, he reached for the belly of the Cancer director and pulled down two black demons of the same type as those carrying the coffin.
After throwing the bubbling cauldron to the two invisible demons and signaling them to catch up with Leon and Edward who were leaving, the third-generation old man couldn't help but frowned and yelled at the directors who turned their heads to look:
"Why are you all staring at me? You guys have been timid for so many years, how could I have known that you would suddenly stand up this time?"
"..."
"Why are you still looking at me? Go ahead! Do it!"
……
"Boom!"
With a slight sound like a bubble bursting, Edward, who was about to rush to the Gate of the Dead, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look at his heart.
The bubble that Director Pisces had left behind using Bubble Dock to save himself and Leon's lives had just burst.
Watching the bubble that quickly faded in color after it broke and finally disappeared with the biting cold wind of the dead world, Edward couldn't help but close his eyes, knowing that Director Pisces was probably gone... No, there might be more than just Director Pisces.
Looking at the golden footprints on Leon's coffin that had darkened at some point, and the few silver nails that had lost their luster, Edward couldn't help but feel a slight lump in his throat, and had an urge to burst into tears.
There are two ways to bless the secret arts of the Zodiac. One is permanent and can last even if the user dies, while the other is temporary and can be lifted at any time, or...it will automatically become invalid after the user is killed.
Those who stayed behind may never come back.
After realizing this, Edward gritted his teeth as he looked at the coffin that seemed to have given up struggling and no longer made any noises. A strange anger surged in his heart.
Everything was fine before! The King of Death was seriously injured, the present world was basically stable, everything was on the right track, and... Damn it!!! Even though he knew that this time entering the dead world was a decision made by everyone, and it was not Leon's fault alone, looking at the footprints on the coffin that had turned gray, Edward's heart still couldn't help but surge with hatred.
If this bastard had not become a director, and had not persuaded Lady Taurus and the others to come to the Dead Realm, but everything had remained the same, would the result now be completely different?
If we had not come to the underworld and instead stayed in the human world, even if the underworld still took the initiative to attack, would it be possible that so many people would not have died?
If...if I could be stronger, or if I had chosen other main combat anomalies in the past, would it be possible for me to stay where I should be, instead of taking on this damn escort mission?
Stopping at the inner side of the Gate of the Dead, he stood there for a few seconds with a gloomy face. After countless ifs flashed through his mind, Edward couldn't help but raise his right foot and stomped hard on Leon's coffin twice.
After venting the strange and nameless anger in his heart, Edward, with a gloomy face, stretched out his right hand, broke off the five knuckles at the end of his left hand one by one, and stuffed these knuckles with countless silk threads stuck to them into the hearts of the five demons one by one.
I don't know when it started, but these demons released from the God's Belly Prison have broken free from my control and began to roar at me with hatred.
This means that Director Cancer, who is in charge of the desire for the abdomen, no longer has the power to control these demons. At this moment, he is afraid that he has followed the footsteps of other directors and will never see the sun in this world again.
Blame it on Leon!
He bit off the thumb of his right hand and roughly stuffed it into the heart of the last demon. After subduing the demon who wanted to throw off the coffin, Edward couldn't help but kick Leon's coffin again.
Ever since I saw him for the first time, I knew that this guy was not a good guy!
Controlling six struggling demons, carrying Leon's coffin, Edward left the Gate of the Dead and sank into the thick gray fog that separated life and death. With a gloomy face, he spat at the receding coffin and then twisted his left hand with great force.
Taking his left hand which had lost five fingers, Edward walked to one side of the Door of the Dead and stuck it in. Then, with sweat on his forehead, he walked to the other side and stuck his right hand which had lost the thumb in, pulling up dense silk threads between the two Doors of the Dead.
What's more painful than having to protect someone you hate is that that person actually saved your life!
He gritted his teeth, pressed his broken elbow against the silk thread, and tightened the sharp wire into his flesh. After dyeing the silk thread tied between the two doors red, he felt the breath of death rushing towards him rapidly from afar. Edward's extremely ugly expression finally eased a little.
This time I have paid back what I owe you! We don't owe each other anything!
……
"Ok?"
Looking at the blood-colored threads all over the Gate of the Dead and Director Scorpio who was staring at them from behind the threads, the six blurry figures shrouded in black mist couldn't help but let out surprised sounds.
"Aren't you going to run away?"
"Ah."
Facing the puzzled questioning of the six-faced elephant deer, the deathly pale Director Scorpio sneered, then raised his right foot, which had taken off his shoe, and stepped on the blood-red thread that completely sealed the Door of the Dead. The sharp threads immediately cut open the soles of his feet, staining them with a dark blood color again.
I didn't mean to run!
Also, facing the barrier created by my sacrificing two palms and using 70% of my blood, no matter how strong you are, you will... How is it possible?!
After taking out a silver carving knife and cutting it casually, they looked at the silk threads in front of them that were instantly cut off and fluttered down like red catkins. The six figures hidden in the black mist couldn't help but shook their heads.
He seems to be putting on a big show, but he really isn't... huh?
As if he had vaguely sensed something, the engraver who had cut the silk thread stepped back violently, trying to avoid the inexplicable sense of crisis. However, he was still half a beat too slow, and his arm was kicked by the human's right foot that suddenly stretched out, making a crisp sound of broken bones!
(End of this chapter)