At the end of the day, at dusk, the demon slayer team returned to the shrine again.

The god lord Bishamen is a martial god, but his attitude towards the artifacts is incredibly kind, more like a family member than a servant.

But there is still a vague superiority between the artifacts.

The highest-ranking artifact in this vein is naturally broken, and before Wang Heng arrived, he dominated all the artifacts with his profound realm to a certain extent and his wholehearted devotion to Bishamen.

But now in the demon slaying team, Wang Heng has also won the corresponding respect with his terrifying control, although it is impossible to grovel, but the artifacts who have won the favor of the god lord with their strength and have been able to join the demon slaying team will naturally subconsciously use their strength to look at others.

……

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

With the increase in the number of demon killings, Wang Heng's statistics have become more and more detailed, which is reflected in the fact that he is becoming more and more handy at killing, and sometimes he can even kill giant monsters with a crossbow with only Aya's hand.

The cooperation between the demon slaying teams became more and more seamless - or Wang Heng gradually deepened his understanding of the artifacts, and his control became stronger and stronger.

Killing the monster again, according to Wang Heng's statistics and the expressions of the people in Shinano City, he confirmed that the monster that appeared in Shihua this time had been cleared.

Hearing this, whether it was other artifacts or Bishamen, they all felt a little relieved.

Although Wang Heng was efficient and fierce when he controlled the battle, his unsmiling and almost mechanical style also caused a lot of psychological pressure on the members of the demon slaying team.

With the mood that it was over, Bishamen stood at the head of the city, looking at the city with some joy, and it was obvious that the atmosphere was relaxed.

The gods also looked at the city with different expressions.

"Huh?" Bishamen frowned, and Wang Heng followed her gaze, his heart tightened.

It was a female necromancer who had been infected with the disease, but it hadn't spread yet.

He was combing through the entire city, and naturally he had already discovered the necromancy, but he was mixed with selfishness, and he didn't want Bishamen to see her.

Sure enough, without hesitation, Bishamen jumped down, landed in front of the female necromancer, and shouted softly: "Weighing instrument! ”

The ruler was already in his hand the next moment.

Bishamen's expression was solemn: "Heng, please." ”

Wang Heng suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and responded in a deep voice: "Understood." ”

Bishamen is like flying, and the thin ruler is as sharp as a dagger. Wang Heng expressionlessly and accurately cut off the demonized flesh and blood on the necromancer's body.

The necromancer continued to scream horribly, and neither of them was moved.

Soon, Wang Heng said softly: "The cleanup is complete." ”

Then he snorted coldly: "Ayaki!" ”

Bishamen raised his hand and shot the cleared monster with a crossbow.

The female necromancer wept bitterly and knelt down before Bishamon.

Bishamen smiled and comforted her, and pointed ahead.

Wang Heng looked at the warm smile that seemed familiar, his heart was a little trance, and the next moment, his expression froze, and he bowed down.

"Lord Bishamon, I don't recommend that you take a tainted artifact."

The faces of the gods were different, some were emotional, some were dissatisfied, and some were unmoved.

Bishamen stopped and looked at Wang Heng, looking a little unbearable: "This child is in a serious situation now, if you don't help her, I'm afraid she will soon be devoured by monsters." ”

Wang Heng looked her in the eye: "This is not a reason for you to demean yourself. ”

Bishamen pursed his lips, "Are you worried that she won't be able to become a powerful artifact?" ”

Wang Heng looked at the necromancers who were still crying, the contaminated necromancers could not form a powerful artifact, it was only a small reason.

The necromancer in human form is the product of being summoned, in other words, she is an expelled artifact.

In God's worldview, there is inferiority.

"That's not the case, your artifact team is strong enough, no matter how strong or weak, it doesn't have any real impact on us."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Bishamen: "It's just that the hearts of the polluted necromancers are not pure enough, and they are more likely to be affected and stab their masters. Even the fact that the artifact she turned into had a crack was enough to make her feel negative. ”

Bishamen looked at Wang Heng's eyes, there was only seriousness in her black eyes, and with the connection between the artifact and the god master, she could even feel the suppressed uneasiness under Wang Heng's calm appearance.

So she lowered her eyes and didn't look at Wang Heng.

He said in a deep voice: "I have made up my mind. ”

Wang Heng opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he stopped talking.

Once again, Bishamon pointed at each other like a sword.

"O dead spirit, which has no place to return and no place to go, give you a place of refuge.

My name, Bishamon.

Hold the name and keep it here.

Change your name and surname, and become my servant.

In the name of training, the sound is the instrument.

Obey my orders, for my artifact.

It's called Sumire.

The device is violet.

Calling the name Violet! ”

"Sumire!"

A small comb was held in Bishamon's hand, but a few teeth were missing.

Wang Heng was silent.

The viyre is not a special case, there is already a broken artifact in the Divine Palace, which is also the reason why Wang Heng deliberately concealed it and didn't want Bishamen to see Sumire.

As a god, Bishamon behaved too gently.

Storing eleven artifacts is already quite a lot among the gods, and compared to the careful selection of other gods, Bishamen sees that every necromancer who has no place to return and has the potential to become an artifact will be gently accommodated, even if it is broken.

Cultivating an artifact itself is risky, and every artifact that communicates with the Divine Lord's mind can affect the Divine Lord himself.

The artifact was in a low mood, and the god lord could also feel the bitterness.

If the artifact is malicious, the god will be stabbed and even unable to move.

If the artifact falls into a demon, the god will die quickly.

Of course, as a god with a high name, Bishamon will surely be resurrected quickly.

And with Wang Heng's control, it is not difficult to stay out of the matter and wait for the resurrection of the new god.

But is the resurrected Bishamen still the Bishamen identified by Wang Heng?

Especially if the gods of the new generation don't have memories.

From the moment he saw the mutilated artifact in the Divine Palace, Wang Heng had a premonition that the Divine Palace would inevitably be chaotic in the future.

Excessive gentleness is fatal, as the initial gentleness is bound to be dispersed by the increase of artifacts.

Can they afford the difference?

Wang Heng does not believe in people's hearts.

But he wasn't going to forcibly stop Bishamen, and if he couldn't control the situation because of this, how much would it erode when it happened?

On the way back, Wang Heng looked as usual, and even his attitude towards Sumire was the same.

He's not targeting Sumire or a specific person, he just likes to take precautions.

Back at the shrine, Bishamon dismissed a group of artifacts.

Wang Heng stayed alone again, and took Sumire to familiarize herself with the daily affairs of the Divine Palace, and she would serve Bishamen in the Divine Palace.

When the figures of the artifacts disappeared outside the door, Bishamon leaned on the high throne of the gods, revealing a tired face.

Wang Heng stood in front of the throne, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

Bishamen closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then said, "Heng, you must think I'm stupid to do this, right?" ”

Wang Heng shook his head: "No." ”

He really didn't feel that way.

Noble character is like sunshine, and he cannot be the light that illuminates the darkness, but he admires the light that shines into the abyss.

Bishamon opened his eyes and looked at him, felt his mood carefully, and laughed.

She could tell he wasn't lying, but she still felt the urge to talk.

"Heng, do you know how the gods are created?"