I'm a villain, not a devil

"My name is Wu Xiao."

The man stood calmly in front of the evil god's body that would make one dizzy just by looking at it.

He didn't know when he had his glasses back, and even though the leaves on his shoulders were taking root, sprouting, blooming and bearing fruit, he simply pushed his glasses with his other intact hand, just like he did on ordinary days before, nothing had changed.

However, the bodies of the evil gods are of the true deep blue class; they are the incarnations of gods in the human world.

To the gods, there is no difference between crimson humans and ordinary humans, and there is no difference between the Marshal and the untouchables waiting to die in the ruins.

The evil creature glanced at it nonchalantly, and just sneered, "Wanmu, is your wood already rotten? Even a human can't solve it quickly."

Wan Mu frowned slightly. He didn't care what Wu Xiao would do or what he was going to do. He didn't even mind the other party's offense - would there really be a higher-level life that would become furious because of the ant's aggressive behavior?

The answer is of course no. However, if there are people of the same class around you, and you are teased because of the ant's aggressive behavior, your mood will be a little worse.

Wan Mu snorted coldly. He still didn't look at Wu Xiao directly. He just said calmly: "Nieqi, if you could control your mouth, maybe you could have lived a better life over the years."

Nie Qi laughed loudly: "If I can't create disasters with laughter, I might as well die. Hahaha, you guys who want to become righteous gods are like this. You are always hypocritical. Unlike me, I am the evil god and I can do whatever I want."

The ego said sarcastically, "It's ok to fool us, but don't fool yourself."

"Why, do you want to fight with me now?" Nie Qi laughed strangely.

Gao Zhi fanned the flames again: "Really not going to fight? I'm willing to give up half of my share of the [Top] as a bet."

Wan Mu had a headache: "After this, you guys go find a place by yourselves, don't affect my plan."

Having said that, He waved his hand casually and never looked at Wu Xiao again.

The place on Wu Xiao's shoulder that was hit by the leaves began to wriggle, and the dark green vines spread out at a terrifying speed, going directly towards Wu Xiao's mouth, nose, and chest. In just this moment, Wu Xiao's face became shriveled and withered, as if a lot of his energy had been sucked away in an instant.

However, he just frowned and used his good hand to tear the vines out from his shoulder.

Along with half of his shoulder and arm, they were pulled out.

"My name is Wu Xiao..." He muttered again, with a distressed look on his face.

The Marshal let out a long sigh.

"Wanmu... Benwo... Nieqi... Gaozhi..." Wu Xiao recited the names of these evil gods, emphasizing each word.

Then he gave a frank, expectant smile.

"enough……"

Wu Xiao lowered his head and looked at the clerk who was already covered in wounds.

"Have you remembered it?" he reminded worriedly.

The clerk nodded repeatedly.

Wu Xiao smiled with satisfaction, motioned for the other party to retreat to the periphery, and then reminded him: "Afterwards, you can go to Sean to read and write it out. After all, it is an evil god. Even if it is a video, it should cause pollution. Ordinary people cannot be allowed to suffer a disaster. Sean must have a way to deal with this."

"Okay, okay... Marshal..." The clerk hesitated.

Wu Xiao waved his hand, signaling him to go further away, then turned to look at the imperial soldiers around him.

This is his most trusted unit and also the most powerful one among the remaining troops of the Imperial Army.

"Did you bring it?" Wu Xiao asked softly.

The adjutant, whose face was almost torn off by half, was probably grinning grimly as he pointed at the building below him.

Wu Xiao nodded with satisfaction, and his voice became louder, loud enough for the evil god's body that was gradually moving away to hear it, and loud enough for the densely packed crowd in the building to hear it.

"My name is Wu Xiao, and I'm currently serving as the Grand Marshal of the Empire—" He paused, revealing a proud look, "I have protected the empire for a full fifteen years, and I had never been defeated before today."

The trembling people in the building looked up, not knowing what had happened, and around them were many believers in robes who had been knocked unconscious.

Wu Xiao straightened his clothes, but the blood from the wound on his left side was flowing too fast and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

"You were supposed to be captured by these believers as sacrifices, but I had my people secretly rescue you."

The people in the building showed expressions of gratitude, and some even knelt on the ground.

Wu Xiao nodded: "As a sacrifice, you should be of greater use. Sometimes, it is indeed necessary to kill many people to accomplish something - in this case, it is better to die in my hands."

People were stunned.

The death blade that awakened from the pile of dead bodies appeared in Wu Xiao's intact hand in a special posture, and then, densely packed eyes opened on the blade.

At this moment, even the four unconcerned evil gods stopped and turned their heads.

The eyes in the sky that were looking at this place all shifted their gaze.

Wu Xiao was really laughing heartily this time.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Today, the citizens of the imperial capital, including believers, totaling more than 125,000 people, have surrendered to Wu Xiao's blade. This is an act of Wu Xiao alone, not for the empire, but only for Wu Xiao."

Death Blade's eyes widened. The densely packed people in the building fell to the ground one after another before they could even react, like wheat blown down by the wind.

Countless gray-black threads were wrapped around the Death Blade.

Wu Xiao turned his head and looked at his trusted friends.

"Collect the sacrifice, this is the blade--"

The imperial soldiers closed their eyes and opened their arms.

Wu Xiao's smile grew even wider: "Only when we gather our will to die can we draw our swords. Please leave your names, brothers."

"Laven, Wu Xiao's adjutant!" The adjutant with half of his face missing laughed.

"Wang Yuanhang, the captain of Team 2 under Wu Xiao—" The dark-skinned man grinned and held up a bunch of blood-stained nameplates, "and everyone in Team 2."

"An Xiaobo, the deputy captain of Wu Xiao's third team—" The man, who was only breathing his last breath, held a broken leg and said, "The captain can't come. We only found the leg, Cork!"

"Bob, a member of Wu Xiao's third team!"

"Members of the three teams under Wu Xiao..."

"The four teams under Wu Xiao..."

"Under Wu Xiao's command..."

Everyone was shouting out their own names, and every time the sound fell, a golden thread floated out of their mouths. When the body fell to the ground powerlessly, while the corpse still had a smile on its face, the golden thread would drill into the handle of the Death Blade.

The blade of death has been opened, and the blade is within reach.