"You're getting stronger again. ”

When the battle was over, the sword-wielder stepped into the corpse-strewn room, his brow raised slightly, and then let out an exclamation that Amy could clearly feel, not so much praising his progress as expressing her concern.

There is no way, this kind of promotion without hard work and sweat is not a reassuring force no matter how you look at it.

In this regard, even the boy himself has a very deep understanding - but knowing does not mean that there is a solution, it is not that he wants to borrow the power that he cannot grasp, but the power, experience and skills that once belonged to him are slowly but unstoppably recovering, and with the increase in the number of deaths, he can feel more and more the existence of the "other self" hidden in the body, and is gradually waking up.

He is getting stronger and stronger, and little by little he is not like himself.

The present magnitude is not large, and it is not unacceptable to be mentally affected relative to real power, but everything must not only look at the present, but must focus on the more distant future - if this situation continues, perhaps one day he will no longer be him, but another being with the name of Amy Ulysses, yes, in the end he can only use the ambiguous name of existence to describe the possible existence of another self.

Perhaps, this is the price of the harbinger of death.

Thinking of this, the Glorious One couldn't help but sigh: frankly, he did not resist the side effects of the aura of death, especially in such a turbulent situation, he needed strength, the power that could come in handy and change the situation, and the aura of death could give him such power—the power to protect Yulia, the power to change the fate of the city of Hemtika to the end—and all he needed to do was to grasp the balance between death and self, and that's it.

The price was too small and too cheap compared to the fate he was about to face.

Close your eyes gently, pause for three seconds, and then open them.

The boy gave up thinking indifferently.

- Next, it's time to identify the deceased.

He returned to the overturned table, squatted down, turned the dead man lying on the ground over, and then couldn't help but be slightly stunned: the identity of the deceased was not the servant or deacon of Paul's mansion, nor the attendant Simon he was familiar with, but a man in a trench coat and mask that he did not know.

Wait a minute!

Mask...... Could it be......

His gaze paused slightly on the bronze mask, and after a brief hesitation, Amy removed the golden mask covering the deceased's face and stared at the completely unfamiliar face.

In front of him was a middle-aged man between the ages of -forty and fifty, and judging by the few wrinkles that appeared only at the corners of his eyes, he was quite well maintained, perhaps much older than he had estimated—and with that thought, the boy leaned closer and gently pulled his eyelids apart.

- The brown pupils have lost any divine light.

"It's been dead for a while. Glancing over his eerie dark purple lips, the Glory One closed his eyes for him, "The wound is in the back, but judging by the amount of bleeding, it is not a fatal wound, and it can only be assumed for the time being that it is a fatal toxin." ”

"Time, identity—" The sword-wielder's gaze paused slightly on the corpse on the floor, "sure?"

"Unfortunately, no. Amy shook her head, "It's an unimpressed guy, and I can only infer from my appearance and temperament that this is not a small person." ”

He paused, a bitter smile on his face: "Maybe it's the mask himself." ”

"Oh. "The girl from the Order doesn't have much of a concept of the mask, and only understands from the boy's words that the other party seems to be a very powerful person, with a lot of power, and not a weak strength, that's all.

His death, to her, was nothing more than a fallen leaf withered in autumn, insignificant.

"I'm not joking," said the Glorious One, "it could really be me, although what I know about him is only from the accounts of others, but judging from the clothes and appearance of the deceased, he is not a small person everywhere, coupled with the mask on his face, and the special place of death, it is difficult not to think of the king of shadows in the lower districts." ”

"So?" the girl raised her eyebrows.

"We, no, my guesses were wrong. The teenager frankly admits his mistake and makes a new inference, "Mask, possibly also a victim." ”

"So?" the sword-wielder looked him in the eye.

"Uh......"

Amy was short of words for a while, indeed, it didn't make much sense, what could the dead do even if they were masks, they didn't have to explore the mansion in front of them without a source of information, and if they didn't, it wouldn't have an impact on them.

All I can say is...... Is he overthinking?

Not really.

At least the shackles that the subconscious had placed on his mind were opened, and he began to think about possibilities beyond the mask, and like a basin of cold water poured on his head, he extinguished the pride and complacency that had just been born in his heart.

Thank you very much.

Whispering softly in his heart, the Glory One raised his head and did not continue to dwell on this question: "The hall should be cleaned, but it is not ruled out that there are still fish that have slipped through the net, and it is safer to act together." ”

The girl didn't refuse, and the high demon was not an opponent to be taken lightly.

But before the two of them could act, the situation had changed-

The sound of dull footsteps came from above the corridor, and almost at the same time that the boy and the girl were ready to meet the enemy, a tall figure appeared in front of them as if they were about to break the stairs.

"Long time no see," he greeted rather naturally, "Amy Ulysses." ”

The Glory's expression changed slightly, his dark pupils shrank suddenly, and then he said the name of the uninvited guest: "Paul." ”

In the lower districts, Paul was not a noble name, there were not a hundred but eighty people called Paul, but among all the people who were given this title, there was only one person who could make such a deep impression on Amy, and that was the owner of the mansion where they were now, the right-hand man of Emperor Michelangelo, the burly man who ruled the entire East District, and the rough man known as the giant.

"You didn't expect it," the blue eyes were slightly terrifying in the dim hall, and the tall and mighty body exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable sense of oppression like a mountain, "I have returned from the Nine Hells, and not only that, but I have also gained extraordinary strength. ”

He flexed his muscles, bulging like an explosion, and bared his mouth full of canine teeth at the boy.

"You see, even he will die at my hands in the end. ”

"He?" Amy glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked away, "Who is he?"

"Masks. The giant Paul replied with a smirk, "What is the name of the King of Shadows in the lower districts, he did not die all at once, but under my power, he was crushed to death like an ant and a bedbug." ”

"Oh," the boy blinked, "what a supernatural power. ”

"Just try it. At the same time as the words fell, Paul's tall body galloped up at an incredible speed, and the distance of just tens of meters was fleeting, and the giant that flew up had fallen like a mountain of meat, "Cry, scream, and die, you little ghost!"

Then, the roar stopped abruptly, replaced by a whistling sword wind.

And...... Majestic heavy rain.

Well, blood rained down.

With a look of disbelief on his face, the giant Paul was cut off at the waist, and scarlet blood shot in all directions, drenching the already shambled land into a shocking red.

"How, how...... Possibly?"

The demon's powerful vitality allows him to maintain a clear consciousness, but the cognitive subversion has made this rare sobriety a lot discounted:

"No way, I can't lose...... There's no way I'm going to die—"

The Glory Man did not want to continue to listen to the wailing of the defeated dog, he had no pity for this fellow who had been killed once, ignoring the pleading and cursing of the strong man, he pierced his heart with a sword, and once again gave him an eternal sleep.

"It's over. ”

Then, the boy turned to look at the sword-wielder behind him, and repeated, "It's over." ”

"There is no breath," the girl from the Order did not veto, but a victory that was too easy could easily give one a sense of unreality, "But, suspicious." ”

"What's suspicious?" Amy asked.

"It's too weak. "The lord doesn't have to be powerful, but he is as weak as the guy just now, it's unprecedented," and...... Too simple and too easy. ”

"The newborn Demon Lord," in fact, Mia was not the only one who had this doubt, and the Glory One also sensed that something was subtle wrong, but he didn't want to delve into this matter and waste precious time on reasoning or recourse, "It's impossible to master his abilities all at once." ”

After the simple words of "Hmmm......" the sword-wielder said nothing.

"Actually, I probably know the cause and effect," the boy was a little disillusioned by her, hesitated, and sorted out what he knew, "After the giant Paul died at my hands, he was reborn as a high demon for some unknown reason, and then under the influence of the demon nature, he killed the mask and most of the people in the manor, and acted for unknown purposes under the pretext of finding the real culprit, until we came here and ended his evil ambitions. ”

In this way, a lot of things can be explained.

For example, Willy, an intelligence merchant, once told him that the Shadow King of the Lower District was going to sit in the East Side to investigate Paul's death, but the result was so thunderous that there was no movement or news except for Simon and Paul going to the door once - and reasoning on the condition that the mask was dead makes perfect sense.

No, wait, maybe one thing will be in doubt.

That's the visit of the giant Paul and Simon—judging from the conversation just now, Paul remembers him as a murderer, but ...... Why didn't he take the opportunity to attack him at that time?

If it were someone else, he might be able to explain it by having an important task or having to sacrifice in order to achieve his ambitions, but for Paul, a muscular idiot, everything is not as real as the fist, and he still believes in the fist more than the language, the exchange of interests, etc.

There is a grudge not overnight.

He's definitely that kind of person, calm, composed, intriguing, all these things have never been with him.

It's not that this problem can't be explained by the drastic change in personality after becoming a demon, but then a new problem will arise, and that is...... Why did Paul, who had just been demonized, behave like the muscular fool he remembered, like a clumsy imitation, a clumsy copy.

And the whole chain of events is logically inconsistent.

Belch......

The boy, who was vaguely aware of something, decided to keep silent.

There are so many places to dig into this matter.

Let's stop there.

It's not a good time to make enemies.

"Let's go," the Glorious One turned around at this thought, "Now that the Lord's aura has been wiped out from the source, there is no need to stay here, time is precious. ”

The girl just stared at him with those crystal clear emerald eyes, and then nodded after a long while.

Then the mansion of the giant Paul returned to a deathly silence.

But just three minutes and thirty seconds later, the oppressive atmosphere was shattered by the sound of brisk footsteps.

The tall, graceful uninvited guest hummed a little song as he walked through the manor, through the hall, to the half-cut corpse of the giant Paul, and stepped on the huge bearded head like a ball, and then attached himself to reveal a faint whiteness on his chest: "I really think I am a dead man." ”

She paused, then her voice jerked up.

"I said—"

"It's time to get up. ”