There is nothing that does not end, and there is nothing that does not ruin. All things only exist and are destined to disappear. Even the intangible is no exception. Time is the most powerful poison. Nothing can escape perdition before the power of silence. The law of cause and effect equally visits all those who do not know the heavens and the earth and hope for eternity.

Reverence, fear, longing, and friendship.

All is ruthlessly evaporated in the passage of time.

Why don't they even understand such a shallow truth? Itakua would not think about such a question, let alone be suspicious of the corpse covered in blood at her feet, and there would always be only one command in her mind, and that was to obey the creator. Revolt? It's not that she doesn't have a yearning for freedom, but she knows exactly what the price of doing so is.

Slowly sinking into the boundless darkness, losing the ability to think, no longer being a complete living being. This state is called 'death', and when it comes to this, Itakua can't help but look at the shivering figure hiding in the corner a few more times, and the question spreads in her heart, and she can't help but think to herself: why does that person easily talk about 'death' when he sees him, and he looks disappreciative, but now he has become more afraid of death than himself?

"Don't come here! Reinforcements from the headquarters are coming soon, so it's too late for you to escape. It looks like an ordinary office worker's middle-aged man has no blood on his face, like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, although he tries his best to contain the shock in his heart, but the tragic situation in front of him is really staggering, his voice is full of horror, and his back is already wet with sweat. Let him have a high status in the 'United Front of the Heaven-Given'. I never expected the Magic Association to start so quickly, although the soldiers are fast, but it is too hasty, right? Could it be that the Magic Society is sure to uproot them in one fell swoop? It's incredible to think about it.

However, these thoughts were quickly put to the fore, and he is now at the point of death, although he is a man who desires power, but it does not mean that he is loyal to the 'United Front of God'.

Since he was caught off guard by the Magic Association, almost all the people in the entire office died, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill them all, so did he still need to scruple about anything?

The middle-aged man knelt down without thinking about it and begged for mercy loudly: "I surrender." I give up. "I'm afraid that my aunt and grandmother won't believe him. simply threw all the guns and ammunition on the ground, and made it clear that he had disarmed and surrendered.

This should be fine, right? After surrendering, the middle-aged man was a little more relaxed, carefully observing the eldest lady's face. Now his net worth and life are all in the hands of this eldest lady. Escape is impossible. He has seen the strength of this eldest lady with his own eyes, and to put it bluntly, he has picked off this immature skin. It's a monster.

It doesn't matter what gun comes, it's useless, as soon as the bullet gets close, it is squeezed into powder by the air, damn it, this is not just a bullet, but a white-haired bullet at the same time, even if the dinosaur comes, you have to kneel, but it's good to meet this eldest lady, it's all dumb!

Of course, what if you're unarmed? Don't forget which organization they are, the 'God-given United Front' is a behemoth composed entirely of God-given people, with the support of underworld forces behind it, and there is no shortage of arms or funds, relying on their skills to have anything.

Among other things, this office is small in size, but it is an important base.

Before the ability of the godsenders has been systematically sorted out, the value of a person is basically assessed according to the value of force, that is to say, none of the people who can enter this door are weak chickens, of course, the evaluation method of weak chickens and strong people is their own decision.

A group of arrogant 'sons of the sky' gathered together but never thought that someone would dare to hit the door with great fanfare, which annoyed them, and they made up their minds to teach the intruder an unforgettable lesson, but soon they were dumbfounded, and the guns were useless, anyway, they relied on their ability to eat, and this kind of thing outside the body was disdainful and used.

But by the time they realized that their vaunted abilities couldn't deal with the intruders, it was too late.

What does it mean to be a river of blood? If you pick a person on the street and walk around, you will probably have to bend over and vomit and leave.

As for Itakuya, the initiator, she didn't think there was anything wrong, she acted according to her master's orders, didn't she just kill someone? Although she didn't know the essence of the art, she knew that she could complete the task with a wave of her hand, so she didn't care about other details.

But right now, the middle-aged man fell to the ground and begged for mercy uncharacteristically, which made Itakuya a little embarrassed.

The master has not explained how to deal with this kind of thing.

It's easy to kill, but it's bad if you annoy your master.

Seeing the murderous little aunt and grandmother in front of him whose expression was constantly changing, the middle-aged man suddenly felt anxious, and he didn't care about secretly scolding which bastard was so merciless to the captives, and hurriedly added to the fire: "I know many secrets of the 'God-given United Front', I implore the young lady to return to the top, whether to kill or stay, you might as well let the boss decide." ”

He was honest and did not deliberately deceive Itakuya.

Because he can see that Itakua is not deeply involved in the world, and there is nothing to say about killing people, but it is far worse to be a person, to put it bluntly, even if his child is much stronger than Itakuya, at least his child knows how to sell cute snacks to eat.

Itakuya, on the other hand, is focused on carrying out the mission, and if he plans to buy or surrender, he is afraid that he will die faster.

So, the middle-aged man simply had a heart, did not do anything, and used the qiē he knew as a letter of nomination to show his sincerity, so that the little aunt and grandmother should also make a decision.

Sure enough, Itakua was stunned when she heard this, and her little face wrinkled and thought, her appearance added a bit of cuteness, to be honest, although Ling Yi's hand was not as delicate as those great alchemists who were proficient in artificial life, it was not much worse, after all, there was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old Athena by her side, wouldn't it be a waste if such a good reference material was not used well?

Itakua was carved out of almost the same mold as Athena.

The petite figure, which is also an airport, has skin that is not as deceitful as Athena, but a bit like malnutrition, without blood, and her appearance is seven or eight points similar to Athena, plus the appearance of a young girl about ten years old, I don't know that I think it's sisters.

It didn't take long for the Magic Association to quickly send someone over, first interrogated a few words, the middle-aged man was quite acquainted, and he made a few casual words but it did involve relevant secrets, so he was immediately escorted to the branch, and it seemed that he couldn't get out without being scratched.

"Miss Itakua, the king has a new directive." Itakuya's weakness that is not deeply involved in the world can even be seen by that middle-aged man, how could Ling Yi not know it? No, Gan Bai Dongma, who was idle and had nothing to do, was sent over as a mouthpiece, he was a confidant of Saya Gongxin, and Saya Gongxin was Ling Yi's cronies, so there was nothing to trust.

Ganbai Dongma seemed to casually glance at the corpses on the ground, and his heart was also secretly frightened, don't look at Itakua silently like an introverted and quiet little girl, but these hands are stained with blood, more terrifying than those murderous wanted criminals, this glance, none of them are full corpses, either broken hands or feet, some of the heads are out of thin air, and some of the upper and lower bodies are separated, it is a human purgatory.

Without saying a word, Itakua raised his head and stared straight at the horse. Despite wearing black-rimmed glasses that cut off mental pollution, that look was chilling.

Ganbai Dongma knew what she meant, let him fart quickly, smiled bitterly in his heart, quietly shifted his gaze, avoided looking at her, and said in a low voice: "The next task target is the tenth floor of the Seaside Hotel in Shinjuku District, I was notified before, a few magicians have come from abroad, and the entire floor has been covered, Miss, be careful." The aftermath will be taken care of for you. ”

Originally, when he heard 'you be careful', Itakuya felt a little unhappy, isn't this underestimating people? She is an otherworldly life created by her master, and she has inherited the name of a famous evil god, and to look down on her is to look down on her master. But when Ganbai Dongma talked about the aftermath, his eyes softened a little, anyway, he was still serving himself, so let him go this time.

As everyone knows, Ganbai Dongma is the best of the best, more shrewd than those politicians who have been up and down in officialdom for decades, and his heart is like a mirror, and he feels a little inappropriate as soon as he speaks. Before he was kicked out, he hurriedly added a sentence.

Ganbai Dongma secretly wiped a cold sweat, he had not been so careful after living for decades.

When he was working under Saya Gongxin, he had a relatively harmonious relationship with his colleagues, and it was normal to joke and ridicule a few words when he had nothing to do, even if he came to a new working environment, because of his high status, no one grabbed such a boring pigtail to make a fuss, after all, Ling Yi was a talented hero, and he still had this open-mindedness.

But it doesn't work with Itakua.

It's not a joke to pull out a knife and kill someone without saying a word.

Not to mention 500 years, Ganbai Dongma still wants to live for another few decades to spend his old age in peace.

Hey, Wang, Wang, I really found him a nemesis.

Ganbai Dongma shook his head and sighed secretly, crying bitterly.

(Recently, I was watching Jin Yiwei, and I had a lot of experience, so I tried a new writing technique.) It's really easier to write, and it's much more comfortable than the previous rigid way of 'dialogue, who and who is speaking, demeanor, psychological description') (to be continued......)