Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 43

The so-called Noah family is the only survivor after the great flood that destroyed the world, the ancestor of mankind, and the earliest recorded Noah is the maker of Akuma, the Duke of Millennium.

Although there is a clear record from the god of death that he should die because he lost the battle with the holder of the "Holy Heart" before the flood that destroyed the world, and he should not keep the name of Noah, but for some reason It has always existed in this world, and began to create a monster named Akuma, in an attempt to lead the world to destruction.

The profession of exorcist also came into being with the birth of Akuma. The human beings chosen by the holiness fought with Akuma, trying to stop the Millennium Lord from destroying the world.

Especially in the last hundred years, the actions of the Millennium Lord have become more and more serious, and even the exorcists who were scattered and independent had to join together to form a black order, absorbing ordinary humans to watch and help each other, and hinder Akuma Expansion almost without scruples.

The strange thing is that during the whole process, those high gods, like blind and deaf people, did not intervene in the struggle between the Millennium Duke and the Black Order—even when their faith was taken away, they still stubbornly pretended to be Deaf and dumb, without the slightest movement.

It's strange, isn't it, the power of Lord Millennium is obviously not a threat to those high-ranking gods in myths and legends.

"Are they not doing anything? Or are they unable to do something?" Kyogokuhiko gracefully stuffed a large pile of documents at his side into a thin file folder. There is always something special about the products produced by the gods. His pile of files filled the table. Not a single document was stuffed into the folder, and the folder was still a bit thin, as if only a single piece of paper was stuffed.

"Can you answer my question, Lord Reaper?"

The slightly raised corners of his eyes showed a bit of arrogance and sarcasm, which attracted a strange smile from the man sitting on the sofa with his knees bent. The man was wearing a strange and untidy robe, and he looked like a fool and an unreliable person. However, compared with the previous and responsible William who was in contact with Kyogokuhiko, this man is much stronger in all aspects.

At least since he was replaced, it has not been as easy for Kyogokuhiko to pry out some news.

William looked serious and serious, but as long as he mastered the rhythm, it was an undefended treasure trove, allowing Kyogokuhiko to pull out all the news he wanted.

On the contrary, this man who called himself "The Funeral House" looked crazy, but he was actually thoughtful and reliable. After careful calculation, even the first-class masters in Jinyiwei in the past may not be able to keep more secrets than him.

"I'm not the god of death~~" The man paled, rubbed the skull in his hand with a smile, his long gray hair almost covered his eyes, only his pale and bloodless lips were visible, "I'm just a vagrant... …unemployed……"

Kyogokuhiko raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said lightly, "The coffin shop at the corner of Elizabeth Street."

"Jie Jie Jie, I knew that Mr. Zhu is a generous person." The man kissed the skull on his hand, and through the messy hair, his eyes were surprisingly calm and wise.

Perhaps it was to cover his eyes, which were too revealing of his true face, that he grew his hair long until no one could see the upper half of his face clearly.

"Have you ever heard of the outlaw gods?"

"Of course, this is just a name given by our God of Death. Who knows what other people call it? But it is an existence that is more enviable than the orthodox gods... Who is it? Since thousands of years ago, the more powerful the gods, the more powerful they are. Restricted by this world, from the beginning I couldn't really go down to the lower world, and now, I can't even send messages."

So he, who is strong enough to break through the status of a low-level god, would rather give up his status as a god than stay in this prosperous and beautiful world.

"The world wants to balance the power of this world, but its standard seems to be ordinary and ordinary human beings. Jie Jie Jie, so the only ones who can still walk in this world now are the gods of death, who are not enshrined by humans. It’s such a low-level god who toils and works hard to serve mankind.”

"For the gods, this is the worst era."

"But extrajudicial gods are different. They are more like saints in the human sense. They have power stronger than gods, but they have no godhead. Their souls are no different from ordinary humans, so the world will not give them Any restrictions will only make them stronger without limit in this era when the gods are about to disappear."

"Until...their existence threatened the world and was completely obliterated by the world's consciousness."

"Mr. Millennium is an outlaw god, Mr. Zhu, and so are you."

"Whether it's a god or a human being, it's just a pawn to maintain the balance of this world."

"Mr. Millennium is, I am, and so are you."

There was some malice in the man's eyes, he hugged his skull and laughed wildly and collapsed on the sofa, as if he had told a very funny joke, he rolled on the sofa frantically.

Kyogokuhiko turned his eyes back to the information at hand as usual. This man has been here for more than ten days, and there is no day when he is not crazy, or in other words, there is no day when he is not pretending to be crazy.

Everyone has their own way of life, and he has little room to comment, let alone any interest in intervening.

Just get over it, he's starting to get bored.Kyogokuhiko fiddled with the jar on the table. There was a beautiful faint blue light in it, flickering on and off in the glass jar, like an oversized firefly, with strands of gray The mist floats around the light cluster.

This is the Lordless Holy that Diarmuid brought back from the headquarters of the Black Order in exchange for the exorcist who was imprisoned by him.

The holiness without a master just curled up quietly, as if it was dead, no matter how exciting it was, it didn’t react at all, even if it was thrown into an environment full of malice and filth, there was no movement, just like before boarding on the exorcist, Holiness, which fights back against even the slightest bit of filth, is completely different.

Moreover, if the holiness residing on the exorcist has too much filth, it will be polluted, the exorcist will be polluted first, and then the holiness will be polluted.And even if the holiness of the owner is left in the filth for a long time—just like the jar on Kyogokuhiko’s table for more than ten days, it will not change in any way, and even gradually absorbs the filth, in a kind of Purify it at an extremely slow speed.

Ten days ago, the mist in this jar was still pure black.

Of course, Kyogokuhiko, the poor exorcist who was tainted by the filth, was also serious about getting rid of the filth and saving him.And the holiness of that person, after the filth was driven away, returned to a shining state.

After recuperating for a few days and being able to move around, the exorcist was brought back to the headquarters of the Black Order by Diarmuid.

In a psychedelic state that is still in a dream.

"After I was forced to take the blame, I was rescued again..." The poor man looked confused, and kept muttering to himself along the way, "After I took the blame... I was actually rescued..."

He walked all the way to the headquarters of the Black Order and saw the familiar faces of his comrades. He woke up like a dream, turned his head and grabbed Diarmuid's clothes, and shouted: "The way to relieve the blame! Please, teach me!" Give us a way to get rid of the blame!"

I have seen enough, the comrades around me became the targets of being strangled by them for taking the blame.

Diarmuid didn't speak, but silently took out a purification charm and stuck it on his head.

It was almost exactly the same spell that Kyogokuhiko pressed on his head when he was polluted by the evil of this world and completely blackened.

Before coming here, Kyogokuhiko said that judging by the speed at which holiness is polluted by filth, it is estimated that the group of exorcists would be easily influenced by the dark atmosphere of the outside world. Holiness itself is not something that will be polluted by filth, but the exorcists who are boarded by holiness are very sensitive to the outside world. The perceptual power of the human body has been greatly improved invisibly, and it is easier than ordinary people to be polluted by filth and produce depraved and dark thoughts, which indirectly pollutes holiness.

The so-called blame reduction can be understood as a holy self-protection mechanism. After being polluted, the damage is fed back to the owner, just like a cold. The holy host is the macrophage, which swallows the filth that pollutes the holy, so as to achieve the holy. Self-purification.

It's a pity that the human body is mostly extremely fragile, often unable to bear such a large amount of filth, and finally becomes a holy and self-purifying container. After the purification is over, the person dies.

What Kyogokuhiko did was to cleanse the filth of the host body at a faster rate than the holy one when the holy cold, ah no, in the early stage of self-purification, and the exorcist just lay on the bed for a few days. After waking up, I can run and jump, and my holiness is restored.

"If someone shows signs of guilt, stick this on him, and if it breaks, stick it again until the guilt is over." Diarmuid handed over the purification spells piled up in the folder to the black sect The top executive said, "After the disappearance of the Millennium Lord, the world will inevitably experience a period of turmoil. Please be careful."

Kyogokuhiko is only responsible for helping those gods of death bring Millennium Lord back to hell. As for the Noahs who are left in this world, I don’t know if Akuma is lurking there. Responsibility. Oddina's strong request made him reluctantly think of a way to deal with the aftermath.

——He directly blamed the Black Cult.

Anyway, isn't it the job of the Black Order to eliminate Akuma?Besides, as soon as the Millennium Duke disappeared, Akuma would grow from infinite growth to killing one and one less. Being able to contribute to world peace is the favorite thing for this group of justice campers.

Then the black religious order happily took over the pot, as well as the latest information and strategic materials sent by Diarmuid from time to time.

There are still countless Akuma hidden in this world, and this will still be a war that does not know how long it will last.

Maybe one year, maybe ten years, maybe hundreds of years, but without the Millennium Lord, there is always something to look forward to.

With the idea of ​​the black religious order who was ready to fight a protracted war, after confirming that the god of death had made sufficient preparations, Kyogokuhiko neatly put back the few Akuma locked in the inherent barrier. Don't forget to do something that makes people "happy".

So the returned Akuma was blown up in front of the Millennium Lord.

After the explosion, a piece of gold-sprinkled letter paper with cloud patterns fell leisurely.

"Christmas is approaching, please come and visit us."

The inscription is a private seal in red, with a square "Zhu" character.

Duke Millennium held the letterhead and smiled for a while, "What should I wear to the Christmas party?" He stood up, put on the latest record on the gramophone, and turned his head to answer the tune that he was humming out of tune. At the back of the room, on rows of shelves, there are all kinds of top hats.

"You have to dress up." Lovely polka dots or ribbon bows?

"Otherwise, it would be too rude." Top hats stayed quietly on the shelf, like soldiers waiting to be inspected one by one. Like the Akuma he created, they were all extremely cute and creative creations.

"It's a terrible thing to be rude." The little golden stars are attached to the brim of the hat, connected with a cute skull, and they are being worn on the head. Don't forget the important bow tie.

"Everyone should be a good and polite boy." The last thing is a heavy overcoat, one after another with a swallow-tail-like pointy coat spread out on the round body, and the soprano singing on the gramophone just came to an end, The Millennium Lord picked up the pumpkin umbrella in the corner, rushed out the door and jumped into the carriage amidst continuous high-pitched singing.

"The banquet is coming!"

"The Millennium Lord is here!"

"end……"

"Here we come!!"