"Basazo Entertainment and Gaming Company."
A large signboard hung on the edge of the office building in front of her. The neon lights on the signboard made the place as bright as day in New York. Standing under the luxurious office building, Angela looked at the people coming and going through the revolving door in front of her and subconsciously took a step back.
She hid behind Seiber out of genuine fear. Throughout their journey, they had never seen a place with a higher density of dead souls than this place. It was said that dead souls would subconsciously stay at the place where they were killed, and eventually evolve into Earthbound Spirits who had lost their minds. This was also the reason why murder scenes were always avoided by people.
In Angela's eyes, there were at least 27 Earthbound Spirits of different forms by the luxurious revolving door in front of her. They still maintained their painful expressions before they were killed. Their faces were ferocious, but they were like children on a merry-go-round, circling around the revolving door.
They were bound there, preventing ordinary people from entering.
This also meant that …
"There are at least 27 ordinary people who died here."
Angela couldn't help but pull on Saber's sleeve. After she regained her ability to see ghosts, everything in front of her became unbearable. It also made her understand the pain her sister had suffered. She had to endure such a life and see such a scene every day.
"Are you afraid?"
Saber lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes flickering like flames. "This won't do … You weren't afraid of them when they were alive. Now that they are dead, you feel fear. What kind of logic is this?"
Angela bit her lips and didn't answer. Saber reached into his pocket, took out a magazine, and threw it to Angela.
"The most basic fear of humans comes from the misalignment of logic. Your past self is still restricting your thinking. Girl, these things are the lowest level. They can't hurt you physically. They can only use senseless illusions and manipulative fear to crush you. So, as long as you have a strong will, they are a pile of shit."
After he finished speaking, he strode forward with the sandalwood fan in his hand. Every step he took, the Earthbound Spirits took a step back in fear. However, they were bound by the revolving door and couldn't leave. They could only watch as Saber walked into them. They watched helplessly as the flames of hell licked their bodies and burned them to ashes.
Saber reached out to stop the revolving door and turned to look at Angela.
"What are you waiting for? Don't you want to know what happened to your sister? "
The female detective was awakened by this sentence. She took a deep breath, took out her gun from behind her waist, removed the magazine, and stuffed the magazine Saber gave her into the gun. She turned off the safety, held the gun in her left hand, and strode forward.
Seeing her expression become calmer and calmer, Saber let out a low laugh.
"So, like I said, hatred is a good thing. You really have to use it well."
This office building was five stories high. Most of the employees had already gone home at night. When Saber stepped on the stairs of the fourth floor, he saw a brightly lit office. Looking through the window, there were dull faces. They were stuck to the window, coldly sizing up the two intruders.
Saber walked forward. His footsteps made a sound on the ground. He stood outside the glass window and looked at those dull people. In the eyes of those people who looked no different from ordinary people, there was hatred and resentment. After seeing Saber walk over, they began to scream and roar.
"Look, he's here!"
"He's here to die!"
"I can't help but want to suck his blood dry!"
"Idiot, we have the numbers advantage, we have the advantage of numbers!"
Then the silence was broken. The glass in front of Saber was cracked by those people with twisted faces. It was a horrifying scene.
"What are you looking at?"
Saber shouted, "What are you bastards shouting about?"
The sandalwood fan in his hand suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, there was a golden cross-shaped hunting rifle. He pointed the muzzle at the glass in front of him and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
This earth-shattering blow caused the glass to shatter and scatter in all directions. The Sacred Silver bullet and the flames of the demon hunting rifle blew apart half of the head of the beautiful but ferocious woman in the middle. The scorching heat forced the people who were huddled together to retreat.
"Bang!"
Saber jumped through the broken glass into the huge office in front of him. Behind him was a small bloodstain that dyed half of the wall red.
"You guys are so noisy!"
He carried the hunting rifle on his shoulder and reached out to light a cigarette at the corner of his mouth. In the smoke, he looked at more than 60 mixed-bloods standing in front of him. A red spark shone in the middle of their eyes. That was probably the only difference between them and ordinary people other than their souls.
"I heard that you have something to say to me … So I'm here."
Saber's gaze swept across the people in front of him. Looking at the different expressions on their blank faces, he said, "Now, if you have anything to say about my banishment, you can say it now … I'm listening."
There was silence. Saber tilted his head to listen. He said with a puzzled face.
"What's going on? Is no one willing to talk, or are you guys … gutless? "
"Bang!"
He pointed the hunting rifle in his right hand behind him and blew open the head of a mixed-blood demon that rushed up from the corner. Smelly blood splattered everywhere.
"Didn't you want to resist my banishment by slaughtering ordinary people?"
"Boom!"
The young man who fell from the ceiling with his dagger raised was suddenly engulfed by hellfire and smashed to the ground. Saber crushed his head with his foot.
"Didn't you want to use such despicable means to express your dissatisfaction?"
The mixed-blood demons around him raised their weapons and surrounded Saber. Magic, curses, blades, and bullets bombarded Saber's body non-stop. He held the hunting rifle in his right hand and a burning battle sword in his left hand. He fought against the strongest mixed-blood demons under Saber's command with his strength alone. He shouted loudly.
"I can smell the stench on your body from half the city away. I can even hear your vicious curses. But now that I'm in front of you, you're silent. Can I take it that you're afraid?"
"Boom!"
The larger Berserker Demon, Sim, jumped out from behind Saber. It laughed maniacally and waved its sharp claws. It cut the mixed-blood demons that ambushed from behind into minced meat. Fresh blood splattered on the surrounding ground and walls. The massacre had reached its peak.
One by one, the corpses were thrown to the ground, allowing the flames to burn them.
"You're afraid of me, aren't you? Even with the gods and demons behind you, you still can't stop me, right? "
"When someone treats you like pigs and sheep to be slaughtered, when I tear off your pretense of being strong, you can only bully ordinary people. You don't even dare to fight me head-on … Look at you, even the gangsters in Gotham have more courage than you!"
Saber chopped off the head of the ugly demon in front of him. The hunting rifle in his hand fell to the ground. He reached out to take the half-burnt cigarette and flicked it into the air. The ring of flames in his eyes suddenly lit up. Hellfire wrapped around his left arm like a docile fire snake.
"Let me ask you a question. Regarding this banishment and massacre … Did I say that you have the right to be dissatisfied? Did I give you the right to be dissatisfied? "
"You've done something wrong, my friends. I'm very angry. You should be punished for your wrongdoings. You're afraid of the gods and demons behind you. You're afraid of their punishment, so you're even crazier to destroy everything in this world."
"Boom!"
The scorching wall of fire instantly enveloped the entire room, sealing off the last escape route. The Hezrou roared and charged into the group of defeated mixed-blood demons, forcing them to flee in all directions. And in the midst of the flames, the figure wielding a blade walked towards them step by step, like a butcher born from the flames.
"But you, in this world, aren't you afraid of me?"
Basazo, the unlucky leader of the mixed-blood demons in New York, watched the horrifying scene from the surveillance camera. It was a massacre. His most elite subordinates could not resist Saber at all. Whether it was magic, curses, or bullets, they could not really hurt his body. Every time the flaming sword slashed down, a mixed-blood's life would be completely taken away.
Against ordinary people, these mysterious creatures who used supernatural powers were invincible. However, in the face of an even more powerful force, they were instantly beaten back to their original positions.
The mixed-blood demons used human bodies as carriers. This weak body could not exert enough power, but frankly speaking, even if these low-level demons appeared in their complete form, they could not escape the fate of being slaughtered.
Basazo felt that it was time for him to leave.
The fate of the Viscount of Darkness was important, but if he died here, he could no longer serve the Viscount of Darkness. He believed that His Highness should be able to understand his difficulties.
Therefore, the leader of the mixed-blood demons opened the window and looked back at the massacre that was coming to an end. He jumped down without hesitation. A height of 20 meters was not enough to stop this demon, but the moment he jumped down, an invisible force sealed the space in front of him and pushed him back into the office.
Basazo's expression changed drastically. The next moment, bang!
The wall behind him was kicked open. Saber, who was still surrounded by hellfire, walked in with the head of a mixed-blood demon. He waved his hand, and the burned demon's head fell at Basazo's feet. Saber's eyes were full of undisguised mockery.
"This is your advantage in numbers!"
After saying that, he looked past Basazo's body and saw the psychic power that was gradually spreading out outside the window. He said loudly,
"Thank you, Professor!"
"Clean it up a little …"
Professor Charles' voice rang in Saber's mind. "I've sent Orolo and the others to help. Leave Queens to us."
"But haven't you always hated killing?"
Saber asked. "Don't you like to solve problems peacefully?"
The professor was silent for a moment and said softly,
"But this kind of killing is necessary … After all, this is a world that belongs to the living. Let things that shouldn't be here leave."
"Okay!"
Saber looked at Basazo. The mixed-blood demon leader's body began to tremble. He whispered, "After tonight, there will be no place for these evil spirits and holy spirits in this city."
Crack crack crack crack.
In less than two seconds, Basazo's four limbs were broken. The poor guy lay limp on the ground, his face contorted in pain. He glared at Seiber viciously and yelled, "What the f * ck!
"The Viscount of Darkness won't let you go! When he comes, you'll be the first to die! You'll die a painful death! "
"Meaningless barking!"
Saber passed by Angela who walked into the room. He turned to look at Basazo with a look of disdain. "Then let your Viscount of Darkness come. I'll wait for him here!"
After saying that, he stuffed a dagger engraved with sacred silver runes and a small bottle of holy water into Angela's hand and patted her shoulder.
"He's yours. Promise me, girl …"
"Don't let him go too easily."
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