Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

【So, now I want to return your "six eyes" to you. 】

In the next second, Gojo Satoru only felt a familiar feeling, and the continuous mantra seemed to return to his body again, like huge waves rolling on the blue sea.

His vision went from being completely dark, to a little light appeared vaguely, and then became clear in vain. Gojo Satoru felt as if he was bathed in the sea breeze, which made him feel refreshed like never before.

After seeing his surroundings with these eyes for a long time, Gojo Satoru subconsciously looked around. Ever since he came to the world of Machima, he had never seen what it looked like here.

In the middle of the noisy street, there are old and new buildings, models from the 90s of the last century, and the equally noisy, screaming and fleeing crowd crazily because of the tragic battle not far away.

To be honest, there doesn't seem to be much difference between this scene and the scene imagined in Gojo Satoru's mind.

Gojo Satoru didn't have any regrets about this imaginary world, but just felt a little relieved. The sense of age on the street reminded him of the scenes about the outside world that he had seen when he was a child.

Wujo Gojo guessed that the age of this world and his world may be different. This place looks almost like after 95 of the last century, and it should not have reached the 21st century.

At some point, he suddenly realized that the battle was almost reaching his position, so he jumped up and jumped onto the roof to watch the battle between the Chainsaw Man and the seven demon men of Makma.

They should all be dominated by Makima.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized something, and said, "I said, if you return the price to me, won't Maqima know?"

If he guessed correctly, Mazima could establish a psychological connection with the creatures being dominated. No matter what the real person did or said, Mazima would know.

And Gojo Satoru's guess is of course not wrong, as long as Maqima thinks, she can even become the person she dominates, not to mention the connection between consciousness.

[Oh, she already knows, but it seems that she is obsessed with fighting the person she admires, and has no time to talk to me. 】

The real person's frivolous voice appeared in Gojo Satoru's mind again, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness and a little sadness in his tone.

Although the real person usually doesn't know what Maqima is thinking, and is only unilaterally known about his own thoughts, but now it is different.

Mazima's emotion towards the chainsaw man was too strong, so strong that even if Mazima did not enable the sharing permission, the dominated creatures could also feel her mood and very few thoughts at this time.

Gojo Satoru thought about it and felt right.

After all, this is a scene that Machima has been thinking about for so long. It would be strange if he could take care of him. Although Machima may no longer be the opponent of Gojo Satoru who has regained the "six eyes", But it made no difference to her, who was so close to victory.

If this is the case, shouldn't he do something more?

Gojo Satoru was squatting on the roof of the building, with one hand resting on his chin. Under the strong sunlight, those azure blue eyes that had not been in focus for a long time seemed to emit a dazzling brilliance, hidden in the shadow under the silver-white eyelashes.

But one thing to say, the eyes are so tired...

The white-haired man blinked vigorously, and searched left and right on his body, but still couldn't find the small round sunglasses, probably lost or destroyed in a certain battle.

Who made that thing too small, and he thought he wouldn't need it, so he didn't notice its existence at all.

On the other side of the battle, Dongshan Xiaohong was still dancing on the dance machine. After a song ended, she looked back and suddenly found that the chainsaw man was still sitting there without saying a word.

Her face was covered with cold sweat, and she said tremblingly: "...why am I dancing..."

"why?"

In the next second, a familiar voice came from not far away.

Dongshan Xiaohong raised her head subconsciously, and moved her eyes to the source of the sound. She immediately saw her former boss, Maqima, who was sitting leisurely on the roof.

But what Mazima didn't seem to be speaking to her, and what the other party was looking at was not her, but the chainsaw man standing in front of her at this time.

She smiled and continued: "Counting this time just now, I have been killed by you 26 times, but why didn't you eat me? Is my body so unpalatable?"

Soon, Machima used the power of angels and demons without hesitation, using up 1000 years of human life, the sharp weapon hit the chainsaw man's body, and blood sprayed on the ground.

Because of the battle with the demon of the gun, the chainsaw man entered the vision of the citizens out of control, and the people on the street cheered the name of the chainsaw man. For them, the chainsaw man is a hero.

Also because of this reason, the chainsaw man, who should have gained power from human fear, is no longer strong. Everyone respects and admires the chainsaw man, so the chainsaw man was swallowed up and finally fell down.

Just when Mazima had just landed and was about to dominate the chainsaw man and realize her long-standing plan, blood gushed out from the chainsaw man's mouth, and the blood demon suddenly appeared to make trouble, and Machima was stabbed by countless sharp weapons. Wear a pair.

She thought that Pava was easy to deceive, she just said a few words and the other party immediately handed the chainsaw man up, but the next second Pava attacked her again, and ran away holding the chainsaw man's body .

In this escape, Maqima temporarily lost track of the chainsaw man.

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The place where Machima and the Chainsaw Man met again was the cemetery of the demon Gong An. The sky seemed to be a little dark, and the line of sight became unclear due to the light obscured by the thick clouds.

The woman with orange-pink hair walked in front, and behind her were countless people who had been dominated by her. She brought almost all of her combat power, just to fight the chainsaw man for the final battle.

Maqima looked at him, tilted her head, and said, "You are much weaker, did you come here specially to die?"

Those golden eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and also like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to guess the emotions contained in them, or rather, there was no emotion in them at all.

At this time, the chainsaw man was no longer a chainsaw man, and the chainsaw man turned back into Dianci. He jumped off the tombstone and took a few steps forward.

"Miss Marchma, will there be any bad movies in the amazing world you're about to create?"

He seemed to be asking a very innocuous question.

But this happened to be the question Dianci wanted to know the most right now.

When she was dating Machima, she seldom saw movies that she liked very much. For her, those movies that were difficult to touch her were undoubtedly bad movies.

They watched a whole day of movies that day. Before seeing the last movie, Dianci basically thought he drank too much Coke and often went to the bathroom. Those movies that could hardly make him feel the slightest wave were of no use to him. Doubt is shit.

Maqima was slightly taken aback, and did not answer his question immediately, but slowly lowered her head and said with dangerous eyes: "Why did you change back to Dianzijun..."

As for this interrogative sentence, Maqima used an affirmative tone, obviously not wanting him to answer.

Only then did Machima answer Dianci's question: "I think...it's better for the boring movies to disappear."

Hearing this, Dianci raised his head as if relieved, and sighed: "Ah... then I can only kill him."

Maqima suddenly felt amused, but the next second she felt unprecedentedly uncomfortable. The chainsaw man she dreamed of could not be such an existence.

"What you say in your current appearance is not worthy of being a chainsaw man."

"—unpleasant."

Maqima's words fell to the ground, and the battle was imminent. Countless human beings flocked to the direction of Dianci desperately, forming a high pile of people, and Dianci was caught in the middle.

Seeing the scene at this time, one of the weapon demons couldn't help sighing: "No, it was much weaker before."

Maqima looked at the center of the crowd without squinting, and said: "The whole world has accepted the chainsaw man, and now they are still trying to consume his character image, so there is no need to be afraid of him."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the chainsaw man to get up again. Mazima approached him and slammed his palm, blood dripping down his fingers.

Mazima fed her blood into the chainsaw man's mouth, her expression was calm: "Get up, Mr. Denki, I will kill you with my own hands, come and fight."

Mazima immediately disconnected from all those who were dominated, and stood in front of Denji all by herself.

Her voice was gentle: "Good morning."

The chainsaw man who got the blood quickly stood up, cut off Mazima's head with the chainsaw on his arm, and grew back in the next moment, and the person behind him lost his head.

Mazima started to fight with him, and the chainsaw soon cut her upper body open again, and a person behind her died after being cut open by the sharp weapon.

There was a lot of blood and flesh foam splashing in the air, Dianci was already covered in blood at this time, and his body was in a mess, but there was not even a trace of stain on Mazima's clean and tidy white shirt.

The fierce fight lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the advantage of Maqima's immortality became more and more obvious. She seized the opportunity and stabbed her arm into Dianci's chest, tearing out his heart.

The heart connected to countless blood vessels with zippers was still beating non-stop. Mazima lowered her head slightly and whispered: "I can't help it if I lose to my bare hands, because you are not a chainsaw man."

"How can Denji-kun give up this world?"

"What do I have to do to change back into the chainsaw man?"

Machima felt a lick of moisture on her cheek.

"The chainsaw man... can't spit. The chainsaw man doesn't wear clothes, and he can't speak. Everything he does must be messy."

"But... you, who know nothing, were chosen as the chainsaw man."

Mazima's originally calm eyes suddenly showed some different emotions, and she said softly: "If you want to hinder us, then die."

She uprooted Pochita's heart from Denji's heart, and a large amount of blood spewed out suddenly. Seeing his distressed appearance, Machima felt very relieved.

it is finally over……

The open space next to the cemetery was littered with corpses. Maqima sat on the ground and lit a cigarette, but she still couldn't smoke, so she had to give up after coughing twice.

Mazima held up the chainsaw man's heart, her expression was very intoxicated: "I beat you twice, chainsaw man, now you are mine, we will be together forever, eat less and sleep together, and live a happy life life."

And just when she didn't realize it, Dianci in the cemetery behind her had quietly got up, and the chainsaw made with the blood of the Blood Demon had come behind her.

"—Enough, didn't you say that life and death are my choice?"

The no-lower-limit technique blocked the attack of the chainsaw, Wujo Wu thought to himself, this should be the most surprised expression he has ever seen on Maqima.