Chapter 38 - 19 Villain_3

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Chapter 38 - 19 Villain_3The repressed breathing became smooth, blinking, and a cyan glimmer rose in his eyes. Taking a deep sniff around, a hint of disgust flashed across Bologue's face as he casually remarked. "Everyone, don't you think the stench here is a bit too much?" Gripping the folding knife, Bologue gazed coldly into the darkness. "Does anyone want to do some cleaning?" Before he finished speaking, the man behind the counter pulled out a long knife, intending to leap and chop Bologue, but Bologue was faster. The clear sound of steel sang, the sharp folding knife extended in his hand, and a silver bright flying knife was thrown, trailing a piercing whistle. The flying knife grazed the man's wrist holding the knife, precisely shaving off a vast patch of flesh, drawing a large swath of blood as it nailed into the counter behind, smashing bottles and jars. The excruciating pain made it difficult for the man to hold the long knife, which clattered to the ground. His expression twisted as the flying knife severed his wrist, causing continuous bleeding. "Kill him!" The man shouted, though he didn't need to give orders. The moment Bologue threw the flying knife, the surrounding darkness began to wriggle, shadow after shadow emerged wielding blades, spears, and staves. Bologue swung the folding knife, flinging his arm as if in a dance, throwing out deadly flying knives one after another, like a pouring rain, leaving shining silver strands in the air. Cutting arms, slashing bodies, slicing throats... Cries of pain and screams continued, weapons and bodies fell to the ground, turning into dull drumbeats. Someone managed to approach Bologue, only to have their head split by the descending folding knife. With the folding knife piercing through the heart, Bologue embraced the corpse, spinning and leaping with it as if it was his dance partner, performing a duet with Bologue. Gunshots rang out, blood flowers bloomed on the dance partner's body, and the villains surrounded, clashing blades, shredding the corpse into a bloody mess, while Bologue dodged all attacks amidst the dance steps, merely getting his tunic soaked in blood. Spinning around, one face after another flashed before Bologue's eyes. They were hideous and extremely greedy, their corrupt aura difficult to mask even by blood. seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The dance steps ended, Bologue swung up the dance partner and hurled it to another corner. The fallen corpse crushed a few people, and Bologue stomped on the body, leaping high to bring down the thunderous blade, slashing diagonally towards someone's neck, sending the head flying. Turning back, in the dim light, everyone was bathed in blood, their grotesque faces bearing a non-human mutation. Demon, every one of you here is a demon, wicked beings awaiting judgment by fire. "Great, this way I can slash without any burden." A smile appeared on Bologue's face, the blood completely dyed the white robe red, clinging to his body, outlining the taut muscles beneath the tunic. Breathing heavily, the demon's corrupt scent mixed with potion and blood formed an indescribable but nauseating breath, like a monster's corpse lying in a swamp, decaying and rotting. It was a terrible smell, yet like a peculiar trait, Bologue instead liked this scent, deeply intoxicating him. "You know, perhaps it's from staying in the Black Prison too long, I've always thought I had some mental issues... A desire to crush everything to powder, to pour out all my scorching rage." Bologue soliloquized, his expression twisted and sickly, blood dripped on his pallid face, like crimson war paint. "Geoffrey thought so too. He always suggested I see a doctor, and I thought it was a good suggestion. After all, I shouldn't bother others, right?" He spoke words that the demons couldn't understand. "But then I realized your existence, all of you demons, all you great villains!" Bologue said and laid down the folding knife, stabbing it into a corpse, his hands like offering flowers, joyfully facing the demons. "It's absolutely wonderful that there are demons in this world!" He said sincerely. "As long as I release this twisted desire on you, there shouldn't be any problem, right? After all, you all swallow souls, demons destined to be eradicated, so why can't I be the one to do it?" A gleam flashed in Bologue's eyes. Slaughtering demons not only fulfilled his twisted desires but also adhered to his "law of justice," even accomplishing the Order Bureau's duty. More importantly, he could absorb the fragments of souls from demon corpses to fill his void and suppress the outbreak of Bulimia Nervosa. Bologue thought there was nothing more delightful in the world than slashing demons. "It's truly wonderful!" Bologue, empty-handed, looked at the demons with fervent eyes, rubbing his fists, signaling to them. After a brief silence, the demons understood Bologue's intention. An immense sense of humiliation surged in, and they roared, brandishing swords towards the unarmed Bologue. They surged fiercely, yet in Bologue's eyes, they were full of flaws. The distance constantly shortened until they were face to face, the bright blade light raised high. Bologue sidestepped, took a step, and crashed into the demon's arms, elbowing the chest with a burst of bone-cracking sound. The high-raised blade light slowed for a second from this blow, the elbow quickly lifted and smashed down, crashing into the throat, and then lifted again, slamming against the chin.

Chapter 38 - 19 Villain_3

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