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

Although the Grim Reaper has a clear record that he should have died before the Great Flood of Destruction due to his defeat against the holder of the "Holy Heart", and should not keep the name of Noah, he somehow remained in this world and began to create a monster called Akuma in a vain attempt to lead the world to destruction.

The profession of exorcist also came into being with the birth of Akuma, and the humans chosen by the Holy Ones fought against Akuma in an effort to stop the millennium-old destruction of the Miè world.

Especially in the last hundred years, the movements of the Millennium Gong have become bigger and bigger, and even the exorcists who were originally scattered and independent have had to unite to form the Black Order, absorbing ordinary humans to help each other and hinder Akuma's almost unscrupulous expansion.

The strange thing is that the gods who are high up in the whole process, like blind and deaf, have not intervened in the struggle between the Millennium Lord and the Black Order at all - even when their faith has been taken away, they still stubbornly pretend to be deaf and dumb, and do not make the slightest move.

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

"Are they inaction? Or can't it be? Kyogokuhiko elegantly stuffed the large stack of texts at hand into a thin bun jiàn folder, the gods always have to be a little extraordinary, his pile of a table full of bun jiàn is not left into the bun jiàn folder, the bun jiàn clip is still a little thinner, just like just stuffing a piece of paper.

"Can you answer my question, Lord Death?"

The corners of his slightly raised eyes brought a bit of arrogance and ridicule, which attracted a strange smile from the man sitting on the sofa on his knees, the man was wearing a strange robe that was not very neat, and he looked unreliable, but compared to William, who was in charge of contacting Kyogohiko, this man was much stronger in all aspects.

At least since he was replaced, it was not as easy for Kyogohiko to pry out some more news as before.

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

On the contrary, this man who called himself the "funeral house" looked crazy, but in fact, he was thoughtful and had a solid mouth, and after careful calculation, even the first-class master in the brocade guard in the past may not be able to keep more secrets than him.

"I'm not a grim reaper~~" The man's face turned pale, he smiled and rubbed the skull on his hand, his long gray hair was about to cover his eyes, and he only looked at his bloodless lips, "I'm just a jobless vagrant"

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

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

Perhaps it was to hide his eyes that revealed his true face too much, so that he would grow his hair long until others could not see the upper half of his face clearly.

"Have you ever heard of an extralegal god?"

"Of course, this is just the name given to us within the Grim Reaper, who knows what others will call it? But that's more enviable than the orthodox gods, who said that since a thousand years ago, the more powerful the gods, the more restricted by this world, from the very beginning, they couldn't really be in the lower realm, and now, they can't even deliver news. ”

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

"The world wants to balance the forces of the present world, but its standard seems to be ordinary and ordinary human beings. So the only thing that can still roam this world now is a large number of low-level gods like the Grim Reaper, who are not worshiped by humans, but who work hard to serve humans. ”

"It's the worst of times for the gods."

"But the extralegal gods are different, they are more like saints in the human sense, they have more power than gods, but they have no godhead, their souls are no different from ordinary humans, so the world will not give them any restrictions, but will only let them continue to be unlimitedly powerful in this era when the gods are about to disappear."

"Until their existence threatens the world and is completely obliterated by the consciousness of the world."

"The Millennium Gong is an extralegal god, Mr. Zhu, you are too."

"Whether it is a god or a human being, they are just pawns in maintaining the balance of this world."

"The millennium prince is, I am, and so are you."

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

Kyogokuhiko habitually put his eyes back on the information at hand, this man has been here for more than ten days, and there is not a day when he is not crazy, or rather, there is no day when he is not pretending to be crazy and stupid.

Everyone has his own way of living, and he has little room for mercy, let alone any interest in meddling.

Hurry up and get it over, he's starting to get bored. Kyogokuhiko fiddled with the jar on the table, where a beautiful dark blue light cluster flickered in the glass jar, like an oversized firefly, wisps of gray mist floating around the light cluster.

This is the ownerless holiness that Dilumudo brought back from the Black Order's headquarters in exchange for the exorcist he was kept.

The holiness without the master is just curled up quietly, as if it was dead, no matter how irritated it is, there is no reaction, even if it is thrown into an environment full of malicious filth, there is no movement, and the holiness that has been lodged on the exorcist before, and the slightest filth will fight back.

Moreover, if there is too much filth in the body of the exorcist, it will be polluted, first the exorcist and then the holiness. And even if the unowned holiness is left in the filth for a long time, like the jar on Kyogokuhiko's table, it will not change in any way, and even gradually absorb the filth, purifying it at an extremely slow rate.

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

Of course, the poor exorcist who was corrupted by the filth, Kyogokuhiko also took it seriously to get rid of the filth for him and save people. And the holiness of that person's body was also restored to its shining state after the filth was driven away.

After a few days of recuperation and being able to move around, the exorcist was taken back to the Black Order's headquarters by Dilumudo.

In a psychedelic state that is still in a dream.

"After I was forced to surrender the blame, I was actually rescued again" The poor man looked confused, and kept muttering to himself along the way, "I can still be rescued after the blame reduction"

It wasn't until he walked to the headquarters of the Black Order and saw the familiar faces of his comrades-in-arms that he woke up like a dream, turned his head and pounced on the corner of Dilumudo's clothes, and shouted, "The way to relieve the blame!" Please, teach us how to undo it! ”

I've seen enough, the comrades-in-arms around me have become the targets of their strangulation because of the blame.

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

It's 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, Kyogohiko said that looking at the speed at which the holy was polluted by the filth, it was estimated that the group of exorcists were easily affected by the dark aura of the outside world, and the holiness itself was not something that would be polluted by the filth, but the exorcists who were housed by the holiness had a great improvement in their perception of the outside world, and they were more likely to be polluted by the filth than ordinary people and have depraved and dark thoughts, which indirectly polluted the holiness.

The so-called blame reduction can be understood as the self-protection mechanism of holiness, which feeds back the damage to the owner after being polluted, just like a cold, and the host of holiness is the macrophage, devouring the filth that is polluted on the holiness, so as to achieve holy self-purification.

It is a pity that most human bodies are extremely fragile, and often cannot bear such a large amount of filth, and finally completely become a container for holy self-purification, and when the purification is over, people will die.

What Kyogokuhiko did was to purify the filth on the host's body at a faster speed than the holy one, ah, no, in the early stage of self-purification, and the exorcist lay in bed for a few days, waking up and being able to run and jump, and the holiness was restored as before.

"If someone shows signs of blame, stick this one on him, and if it is broken, stick it on until the blame is over." Di Lumuduo handed over the mountain of purification charms piled up in Wen Jiàn's folder to the top of the Black Order, "After the disappearance of the Millennium Gong, there will inevitably be a period of turmoil in the world, please be careful." ”

Kyogokuhiko is only responsible for helping the group of Grim Reapers, bringing the Millennium Gong back to hell, as for the Noah clan who were left in the present world, he doesn't know where Akuma lurks, he doesn't care at all, but in view of Dilumudo. Extraordinarily responsible. Audina's strong demand reluctantly thought of a way to deal with the aftermath.

- He threw the pot directly at the Black Order.

Isn't it the Black Order's job to destroy Akuma anyway? Moreover, as soon as the millennium disappeared, Akuma changed from infinite growth to killing one less person, and being able to contribute to world peace is what this group of people in the righteous camp likes the most.

Then the Black Order happily took the pot, as well as the latest information and strategic materials sent by Dilumudo from time to time.

There are countless Akuma hidden in this world, and this will still be a war that I don't know how long it will last.

Maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe a few hundred years, but without a thousand years, there is always hope for the future.

Thinking about the Black Order who were ready to fight a protracted battle, Kyogokuhiko confirmed that the Grim Reaper was fully prepared, and neatly put back a few Akuma locked in the inherent enchantment, and did not forget to make people feel "happy" before putting them back.

So the returned Akuma blew up in front of the Millennium Princess.

After the explosion, a moire sprinkled gold letterhead fell leisurely.

"Christmas is coming, please come and drink it."

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

The millennium man pinched the letterhead and smiled for a while, "What should I wear for the Christmas banquet?" He stood up, put the latest record on the gramophone, and turned his head to the back of the room with the unobtrusive tune, rows of top hats on the shelves.

"You have to dress up." Do you opt for a cute spotted pattern or a ribbon bow embellishment?

"Otherwise, it would be rude." A top hat sits quietly on the shelf, like a soldier waiting to be reviewed, and like the Akuma he made, it is an incomparably cute and creative creation.

"It's a terrible thing to be rude." The little golden stars are attached to the brim of the hat, connected by a cute skull, and the bow tie is worn upright, and the important bow tie cannot be forgotten.

"Everyone should be a good boy with good manners." Finally, there is a heavy coat, one by one, the swallowtail-like horns are spread out on the round body, and the soprano on the gramophone also happens to be singing to the end, and the millennium man picks up the pumpkin umbrella in the corner of the wall, rushes out the door and jumps into the carriage amid the continuous high-pitched chanting.

"The banquet is coming!"

"The Millennium Gong is here!"

"Doomsday"

"It's coming!!"