To the twilight of the gods

"I don't really understand what you mean." Tilo frowned slightly. He didn't understand what acting like a baby was, but it was definitely not a good thing coming out of this devil's mouth.

The corner of Li Mo's mouth couldn't help but rise. It seems that this puppet is very simple, and he is more interested.

"I want to cooperate with you, and then unblock more demons," Tilo didn't hide his thoughts, his gray eyes were cold, but what he said surprised Limo.

"Finally kill the gods."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Limo picked up the black tea and shook it gently, looking at Tilo with scarlet eyes, his tone became slightly serious at this moment.

"This is killing gods."

Tilo responded softly, with a calm voice, "The demons were defeated by the gods and fell into a deep sleep. Now I have a way to unseal these demons. Killing gods... that's a good word."

"You?" Limo frowned slightly. He looked at Tilo's gray eyes and hair, "Where are you from?"

Dolls, this is a general term, usually dolls are made of gods or demons with some rare materials, and they then endow the dolls with life and power.

Generally speaking, a puppet has absolute loyalty to its master, which is the loyalty from the source.

The puppet abandoned by the owner will lose the power in its body, and will be depressed, just like a rag doll that has been thrown away, silent in a dark corner, lonely self-destruction.

What Limo didn't expect was that his question seemed to make Tilo angry, and the air around him instantly froze, with a sense of coercion,

"I don't belong anywhere." Thilo's eyes were cold.

"You hate God?" Limo put down his teacup, blinking his scarlet eyes.

It was the first time he saw a puppet that dared to defy the gods. How should I put it, it was very novel, but it made him suspicious. What is the guy in front of him?

Such a rich emotional response is no longer like a puppet, did he admit it wrong?

"Give me your answer." The emotion in Tilo's eyes dissipated, his expression was cold, and he continued to ask Limo.

"I think I need to think about it for a while." As a demon who has lived since ancient times, Limo naturally wouldn't make a decision easily, so he gave Tilo a vague answer.

Tilo nodded slightly, "You should be able to find me."

It is not difficult to find Elimo's ability, and Tilo will not leave Crolo for the time being. He turned around and prepared to leave, but Limo suddenly asked,

"Do you have a name?"

Tilo glanced back at him, thought for a moment, and said two words, "Tillo."

This is the name he gave himself, from a book he picked up casually in the ruins of the human world.

Tilo put on his cloak and hat, and quickly left Limo's office. The Bloodborn didn't dare to stop him, and sent him away from the casino respectfully.

In the underground office, Li Mo leaned against the soft chair behind him, took a sip of black tea, and thought in his scarlet eyes.

Tilo, the name is very nice.

But is it really possible to kill God?

Limo once participated in the war against the gods, and they basically lost. Many demons fled in all directions, and the regime of the void fell into the hands of the gods. Seal sleeps.

The divine power emanating from Thilo just now was very powerful. As a demon, Limo could naturally see the gray divine power. Although it was weak, it still had a powerful lethality.

After thinking for a long time, Limo signed some more casino receipts, then slowly got up, took the coat next to him and put it on, and took the hat handed by his subordinates and put it on.

He left the basement and the back door of the casino, ready to go home and rest.

Tilo had been away for at least two hours, and it was raining heavily outside the casino. Limo took the umbrella from the Bloodborn and opened it, looking thoughtfully at the dark sky.

Where would that abandoned puppet be now?

With such a lack of common sense, he might be drenched in the rain and huddled in a corner by now.

Li Mo can be sure that it must not have been a week since the doll came to the human world, otherwise it would not be so innocent, it would be deceiving to look at it, and other demons might have devoured him, leaving no hair behind .

Li Mo dismissed the blood descendants and went home with an umbrella.

He likes rainy days and the sound of the rain dripping on the ground, so Limo walks by himself, and he enjoys the process.

It is late at night, with mist, and the city of Keluoluo under the heavy rain is very fascinating.

As Limo was walking, he suddenly heard a meow, followed by a cold voice, somewhat blurred in the rain,

"Go away."

Li Mo blinked, and suddenly walked thoughtfully into the alley where the sound came from. After turning a small corner, he saw the little puppet sheltering from the rain in the covered alley.

The ground was a little wet, and Tilo was sitting where some old newspapers and cardboard boxes were piled up, writing something with a notebook and a pen in his hand.

Beside him was a pitch-black wild cat, which sat and rubbed against Tilo's feet, and finally nestled down directly, as if Tilo would not leave unless it was given something to eat.

But Thilo had nothing to eat.

There was rain on his clothes and hair. Just as Limo thought, Tilo had no common sense and was drenched by the rain. Maybe he ran in to hide from the rain because the rain would wet the notebook.

Tilo's nerves were very alert, he raised his eyes slightly, his gray eyes looked at Limo, and the eyelashes were still stained with raindrops.

The rain on the forehead slid down the cheeks to the chin, and finally dripped.

"Sure enough, it's just a puppet." Limo smiled slowly. He was curious, where did Tilo come from, why did he have a demon-like aversion to God, and even the divine power made him unable to tell where it came from. where.

That gray, dead power.

The moment Li Mo finished speaking, the pen, like a sharp sword, passed by his ear in an instant, and nailed it to the wall behind Li Mo, and suddenly the wall shattered into spider webs.

The sonic boom Shanshan came late, Limo blinked her scarlet eyes, and tilted her head slightly, "It's very powerful, I'm even more curious about your origin."

Tilo snorted softly, retracted his eyes and glanced at the notebook in his hand, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart.

He shouldn't have lost his pen just now, and now he has to find another one, and he just wrote a few on the list.

"Come to fight?" Li Mo suddenly said at this time, his voice was laughing, his scarlet eyes were full of curiosity,

"I want to know your strength. After all, you can't do things like killing gods without strength. Are you right?"

"thumping."

Tilo closed the book and looked at Limo, "Yes."

The wild cat seemed to have sensed the sudden change in the atmosphere in the alley, wagging its tail and jumped onto the abandoned locker opposite, its eyes drooping as if it was about to watch a show.

As Thilo slowly got up, put the notebook next to the cat, Limo lowered his head and put away the umbrella, and the battle began instantly.

The figures of the two disappeared in place, leaving behind the cracked ground. After resisting Limo's attacking knife in an instant, Tilo grabbed his wrist, lowered his body slightly, and kicked Limo away with a knee and elbow.

The latter stabilized his body, and was a little surprised by Tilo's strength. Although his body and divine power were abnormally weak, his strength was not inferior to him in the slightest.

While thinking, Tilo rushed up again, his speed was very fast, Limo turned his head to avoid his fist, tried to fight back but was quickly blocked by Tilo, the two stalemate for a second, then Tilo was caught by Limo Mo just threw it out.

Tilo stepped on the wall, landed steadily, and pulled out the pen stuck on the wall. There was still half of it left, but it was still very sharp.

Tilo narrowed his gray eyes slightly, flicked the pen, and came to Limo in an instant.

The latter avoids the tip of the pen. As the ancestor of the blood race, he has a very tough physique, so it is naturally impossible for the pen to harm him.

But Limo didn't want to take it hard, but continued to meet Tilo's attacks and test the opponent's strength.

What can be confirmed is that Tilo's melee combat is very powerful, and his fighting nerves are extremely sensitive. Limo feels that he may not even be his opponent under the same strength.

It's like a fighting machine born for killing, a flower of blood blooming on the battlefield.

Limo came to this conclusion, slightly using the power of blood in Tilo's movements, raised his hand and grabbed Tilo's wrist, and just wanted to stop, but the latter had already stabbed the pen into his wrist without hesitation. heart.

With a bang, the pen was completely shattered. Because of Tilo's excessive strength, the fragments exploded and scratched the corner of his own eyes, followed by a bloodstain.

The clothes on Limo's heart were torn, he didn't care, but stared closely at the golden blood slowly overflowing from the wound at the corner of Tilo's eyes.

Who would have thought...

Under the gray eyes like withered flowers, there is golden blood flowing, which is as dazzling as the sun, almost making Limo desire instantly.

He swallowed lightly, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, and was tempted.

"I think we can work together."

Tilo stopped when he was about to release his divine power, and frowned, "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious." Limo said with a gentle voice, let go of his hand, then raised his hand to hold Tilo's cheek, and kissed the wound under Tilo's eyes without holding back the desire in his heart.

Just as he expected, the golden blood is incomparably delicious...just like...

"boom-"

Almost instantly, Limo fell into the ruins of the wall. Tilo reached out and wiped the blood overflowing from the wound with his sleeve, and looked at Limo with a frown.

"Didn't you say stop?" Tilo didn't expect this guy to attack him after stopping.

"Tsk, it really is a despicable demon..." Tilo's voice was a little disgusted, and he felt that he should not trust the devil's words at all.

Limo, who was in the ruins of the wall, listened to his words, gently licked the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and then couldn't help laughing out loud, the black hair was scattered, and the scarlet eyes looked at Tilo ,

"I apologize for my behavior," Limo said in a gentle voice, he slowly got up from the stone ruins, picked up the hat that had fallen aside early, buckled it on his chest and bent over,

"I shouldn't have sneaked up on you, sorry."

Tilo still frowned. He didn't trust any words Limo said, and wiped off the blood overflowing from the wound. He was dissatisfied with the slow healing of the wound, and he didn't see the distress and reluctance in Limo's eyes at all.