I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

In the Demon Colosseum.

The puppet and the gunman are still fighting to the death. The body of the lava giant lizard is in the center, but it is calm and incompatible with the surroundings.

The dying Scott coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could Ottvedt not be dead? His fence barrier was definitely cut open by himself, was he a substitute? Or resurrection?

Ottvedt seemed to see the confusion in his eyes, and sat cross-legged next to Scott and said: "Are you blaming yourself for not killing me? Don't worry, you can't kill me at all. To be honest, since I When I encounter it, I don’t know what else could kill me.”

"......it?"

Ottved turned to look at Scott's face and said: "It's called Ashdan, my most loyal partner, at least more loyal than you."

"what......"

Scott suddenly laughed out loud. Although his plan failed completely, he felt a lot more relaxed in his heart. By the way, the pressure and distress, the inner torture and hatred in these years were all inflicted on himself. Taking the initiative He was the one who took on the undercover mission, he was the one who united the three major tribes, and he was the one who wanted to kill Otvit. Everything was his own fault, no matter what noble reasons he had.

In fact, he is nothing more than a double-edged sword beside the sleeping dragon.

"I'm sorry, Ottvedt."

There was an extra layer of complexity in Ottvedt's eyes as he said, "Scott, we are brothers. I can consider whatever you say. Why do we have to get to this point?"

Why has it come to this point?

Scott looked at the blue sky and said softly: "Probably, I know you won't listen..."

"Ottvedt, I have been very happy these years. Finally, I want to say, I'm sorry."

Scott fell asleep forever. He leaned on Ottvedt's shoulder. The scorching sun on the horizon illuminated the side of his face. There was only relief on his face.

Ottvedt waved a cloud of sand to cover Scott's body, and the golden sand under his feet seemed to be alive. It condensed into a palm and grabbed the gray-haired man next to him.

The gray-haired man couldn't understand Ottved's new ability, but that didn't stop him from picking up a pistol and firing the enchanted armor-piercing bullets he had been preparing for a long time.

The bullet struck again, but Ottvedt, who had half of his face smashed by such a bullet, did not dodge at all. This time the bullet hit Ottvedt's head, and the huge force smashed his entire head into pieces.

But the gray-haired man's expression showed no joy at all, only full of fear.

He saw the fragments of Otwit's broken head turning into quicksand and slowly returning to his neck, re-condensing into his head. He touched his forehead impatiently and said, "The same move will be useless the second time."

The palms that strangled his neck became harder, and the gray-haired man suppressed his blush and said, "You devil!"

"I like this title very much, thank you."

The quicksand controlled by Ottved surged into the gray-haired man's mouth. The surrounding fine quicksand rushed towards Ottved from all directions. He spoke softly: "My arena does not need so many outsiders. Use your body to awaken my faithful companion!"

Otwit manipulated the quicksand to fill the gray-haired man's limbs and bones, and at the same time opened his hands wide toward the sky, chanting like an ancient god whispering: "Moxue, Yue Hook, Yushu Feicheng."

"Stocking grass, fighting soldiers, beacon fire shaking the desert."

"The day is low, the evil is evil, and the purple is the tomb of Shuo."

"The wind is dim, the flag is rolled up, and the camp gate is built with teeth."

What am I talking about?

basement one.

The bloody barrier was as powerful as a pack of wolves in the mountains, unstoppable and unstoppable.

But such a terrifying offensive was blocked by a blue figure.

Xu Sheng's whole body was surging with dark blue spell power. Even if it was as strong as the blood-colored barrier, it could not break through the envelope of the spell power and attack Xu Sheng's body.

However, the magic power will disappear. The magic power in his body has not been restored much. In order to deal with the blood barrier, he has to choose the method that consumes the most. Behind him is Bruqi. The target of this mission, why did he suddenly rush in? Are you here? It was just an agreement with Takagi. The worst that could happen was that Brutsch was dead. If the mission failed, Ottvedt would kill him cruelly, and now he was involved.

Xu Sheng was thinking wildly, but the blood barrier did not weaken at all. The piercing murderous intention almost broke through the layer of spell power on his palm. Xu Sheng had to concentrate all the remaining spell power on his palm to resist the erosion of the murderous intention.

There are strange spells coming from my ears, what's going on? I actually couldn't help but read it together. Isn't this my revolving door?

Bruchy fell behind him, and he was ready to use his body to carry down the bloody barrier for the villagers. Although he knew that he might not be able to stop it for even a second, he wanted to do something, for himself and for them.

Just when he was about to lose his life and have murderous intentions, the guy they met halfway suddenly rushed towards the terrifying red wave, his whole body glowing with blue light, just like the god who descended to earth to save the world in the legend of Charasky. !

He didn't believe in God, but when he saw that someone could stop such a terrifying danger, he couldn't help but feel longing in his disgust. Can humans stop this?

The gods in his eyes also sweat, the clothes on his body are gradually being eroded, the skin on his fingers has begun to fall off, and the gods need help.

"God! What can I do for you?" Bruchy walked up behind Xu Sheng and asked.

Everyone calls me a god. Have you ever seen such a weak god?

Bruchy's words reminded him of the boy Kefer. He didn't know if he would see him again. By this time, he should have left the arena and embarked on his way home. With this money, he could give his mother Prepare a lot of delicious food. I'm sorry, God couldn't find the person who took action on your mother's soul. I couldn't cure your mother. I'm not a qualified god.

Just when Xu Sheng was about to bear it no longer, he suddenly felt a spell that did not belong to him. He glanced to the side and saw Bruchy standing behind him, his body burning with surging energy. The power of the spell is up to him to take.

Xu Sheng understood that the curse he used was the agglomeration of human emotions, and the emotions of ordinary people would also produce curses, their fears would produce demons, and the rest of the emotions would dissipate in the world over time, and as this world The only person who can use the power of magic can transform the emotions of others into magic power and feed it back to himself! This shows that as long as there are enough people, the power of your own spell is endless!

The hope of life rekindled in Xu Sheng's heart. He reached out and took all the magic power from Bruqi and shouted: "Bring people here, the more the better!"

Bruchy hesitated. He was originally staying here to allow the villagers to escape, but at this moment, the gods asked him to bring people back. He was in a tangle.

While he was struggling, there was a burst of footsteps behind him. Bruchy looked back and saw that the group of villagers ran back. They held simple weapons in their hands and could not hide the fear on their faces. But none of them None of them ran away, but gathered together and stood firmly behind Bruchy.

Their leader walked up to Bruci and said, "Sir, we are back."

"Why don't you run?"

"We are able to get here because our husband led us. Without his leadership, we might have died in the arena long ago. We will never abandon our husband and run away. This is what each of us thinks! Although we are also afraid Death, but Sir’s kindness to us has long outweighed the fear of death!”

There were noisy responses from the crowd: "Yes, sir" "We're not leaving, sir!" "Sir, let's get through this crisis together!"

Bruchy looked at these villagers who were helpless but had put life and death behind them, and couldn't help but shed a line of tears in his eyes: "You..."

In the middle of such a world-famous painting that is both evocative and evocative, a curse came out.

"You guys come here one by one and get behind me! Stop the ink stains and hurry up!"

Xu Sheng once again pulled out a piece of spell power. At this time, his body was filled with spell power. He felt that he was stronger than ever before and his head was so clear. His eyes seemed to be able to see through eternity and the future. His heart was surging with blood, and his mind seemed to be There was a long-haired man grabbing his brain and shouting: "Fight, fight, keep fighting even if you die!"

There were no longer strange spells in his mouth, and his black pupils turned into gem-like green.

"Tata open!"