Long pale hair, dark eyes, a mask that seems to be smiling but not laughing, crying but not crying.

Although the changes from the outside are not obvious, the murderer in front of him, who was concocted by the dark guild in the ambiguous period between humans and demons, is indeed different from the original.

So the apostles of the dice house slowed down.

"Congratulations," he paused, a smile on his lips, his green pupils skimming through the mist, colliding with the pair of dark pupils as pure and deep as obsidian, each other's eyes reflecting each other's colors, "Welcome back to earth, Mr. Jack." ”

"Dice House," the killer looked at the man, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, but this action not only did not make people feel the slightest kindness, but instead carried a chill to the bone, "Dick." ”

"I'm glad we had the opportunity to meet again, Lord Murderer of the Foggy Night. As if he didn't know anything about the oppressive atmosphere around him, the apostle, who walked in the world as a teenager, bowed and saluted, his eyes calm as if he could drip water, "I don't know if your body is used to it." ”

"Are you sure you want to know the answer. "Coming abruptly, leaving in a hurry, the cold killing intent, the bitter murderous intent, the malice that makes people fall into an ice cave, the sinister atmosphere surrounding the two dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"Of course. The beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes calmly gave his reply.

- Even if the figure of the murderer has dissipated in the mist.

— even as the deadly blade appeared from the mist, approaching his throat.

He was still unconscious, still calm, quiet as if he were a devout person waiting for the sacrament.

Fraud?

Almost at the same time as the attack, the killer read the answer from his face.

But it's too late—

The murderer has no way back, and there is no reason to take back the knife he swings, all he can do is ...... Faster, faster, more ferocious, more deadly!

That's what murderers do.

Unreasonable, destroying with brutal violence everything that dares to stand in his way.

However.

This road is not working.

Someone, no, maybe something else talking to him with a sword.

Blinding sparks lit up the darkness, and the man who had left Jack's name on earth narrowed, his dark eyes reflecting absolute emptiness—no man, no weapons, nothing but the invisible thing that stood in front of him.

No, it's not that it's not as simple as a body.

Smells, sounds—everything that is supposed to exist in the five senses, is not there.

The only thing that can prove that he or she or it exists is the murderer, and the scimitar in the murderer's hand.

It's not telekinesis.

The killer did not panic in the face of an unknowable enemy, and the countless accidents that had befallen him in his life equal to the thirteen had allowed him to remain calm in any situation.

But calmness alone is not enough to win the victory, far from enough.

More important than calmness is ruthlessness.

At the thousandth moment when his brain was not fully operational, the killer's body had already made a decision first, he didn't flinch, he didn't hesitate, he just drew his knife—

The second knife, double knife flow.

Chop iron.

Like the Milky Way under the nine days, the sword light is like a waterfall.

It's just that...... The unknown thing that stood before the apostles was like the wall of sighs of Hemtika, impassable.

The fog does not perceive the body, and even the wind does not bring up, so it does not exist at all.

What is it?

The killer raised an eyebrow imperceptibly, and then- head hammer!

If there was a wall in front of you, you would probably hit your head and bleed, right?

But only if it ...... If.

Although he was not sure what the body of the non-existent thing in his way was, the murderer was certain that it was not a wall, at least not a neat wall. Because the two knives in his hand were different from the Apostle of the Dice House, and he could feel the ever-changing force that was acting on him.

Interesting.

The probability of being human is very high.

Because only life can be so fragile.

Instinctively shouted like this, the killer head didn't hit anything......

Probably?

The sense of touch, no, is the sense of perception that is enclosed.

However, the innate antagonism between the Chaos Demon and the Creatures of Order told him that the thing in front of him that could not be seen, heard, heard, touched, or known was human.

"Pretty," said Dick of the Dice House, applauding the brief attack and defense of this moment of lightning, in an exaggerated and even noisy voice, "Mr. Jack, it seems that after a hundred years of sleep, not only has your skill not regressed in the slightest, but has become more powerful and sophisticated than before. ”

He paused, and his picturesque eyebrows outlined a touching smile: "Sure enough...... Do you remember the conditions of our trading - Mr. One. ”

Spit out the last title word by word.

The answer to this question is obvious, but the murderer does not intend to answer, he just uses the impulse generated by the impact just now to destroy the balance of the blocker, so as to create a gap in the defense, and then regardless of it, one knife after another, not paying attention to it and not caring about it, just blindly slashing, blindly swinging, doing whatever he wants, like a whimsical and antelope hanging horns, it is unimaginable, unpredictable, just a short blink of an eye, the two sides have fought nearly a hundred times.

Although he was limited by the opponent's ability or something, he had no way of perceiving the specific situation of the blocker, but the person who held the initiative now was undoubtedly him, no, not just the initiative, he even had no doubt that in the battle just now, the victory he achieved was overwhelming.

Victory was only a matter of time.

But here's the problem...... The so-called time is just the calmness of the winner.

"Well, I've tested Mr. Jack's abilities, and it's very, very good. Dick of the dice house said in a steady, powerful voice, "so this unnecessary temptation can be stopped—well, I say, stop." ”

The boy he ignored stepped into the battle at this critical moment.

And then...... For example, if an unreasonable chess player overturns the chessboard, the battle that was still hearty just now comes to an end quite abruptly at this moment.

Time—no, something else was stopped.

The body that does not obey the call is unreasonably fixed in place.

Careless.

The demon who had been named Jack thought about the mistake he had made in battle: he should have retreated when he realized that the blocker was someone else, this was not a fair one-on-one duel, and it required the annihilation of the enemy...... Hit more than one person from the beginning.

One-on-two, no odds of winning.

Having determined this, the killer activated his own chakra.

Incredibly, his form was like a flower in the water and the moon in the well, rippling under the caress of the breeze, and then ...... Like a phantom of time, like a bubble that has been punctured, before anyone could react, the smiling and crying mask disappeared into the mist.

Atomization.

Humans can rely on weapons to kill their own kind, kill predators, and kill monsters that roam the wilderness, but how can it be possible to kill the formless and insubstantial mist of the Nameless?

Can't do it.

When the murderer dissolves into the fog, the scales of victory and defeat have returned to balance.

This is the end of the meaningless temptation. It was an incredible mutation, but Dick's perfect and somewhat over-the-top face didn't show even the slightest hint of surprise, and it was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, "To follow the contract, you must do one thing for us—if you reach the final end." ”

But there was only silence in the mist.

The Apostle of the Dice House was not in a hurry, just humming a little song while waiting for the murderer's reply.

Like anglers and fishes, they test the limits of each other's patience in a long silence.

"What do you need me to do?"

What broke the deadlock was the sound that came from the fog that was gradually thickening.

"My friend, don't always be cold, be able to face life with a smile. The beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes smiled, and the underground world shrouded in darkness seemed to have a color at this moment, "Na...... Don't you think the lower districts are too boring now, Jack, like stagnant water. ”

"What do you want to do. The murderer in the depths of the fog narrowed his eyes.

"Make the world more noisy," said the apostle of the dice house, with a wicked smile on his face, "how?"

"Reason. The cold words reflect the essence of weakness.

"Because it's funny," said Dick, who walked as a teenager, smiled innocently like a child, but quickly faded away, "Of course, it's only incidental—because I need you to kill someone." ”

No sound came from the fog.

"Amy Ulysses. After a while, the name of the Glorious One came out of the mouth of the Apostle of the Dice House, "I want you to ...... Kill him. ”

There was still no sound coming from the fog, no, not only was there no sound, but the whole fog was fading.

"Just let him go?" the tall and graceful brown-haired beauty shook the cigarette gun in her hand, "I'm not your thug, and it's hard to have a chance to force him to comply...... Besides, it's not your style. ”

She lowered her head and looked down at the teenager who was a head shorter than her.

"There's no need. Dick didn't look at the mature woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, but only looked at the thinning fog in front of him, and only looked up at her after a half-beat, and explained, "There is no need to exert more effort on the dead. ”

"It's a high demon anyway, a monster that has crossed the line between humans and demons," the woman named Samantha spat out a smoke ring, "a little hope, a little faith." ”

"Bet?"

However, the boy was just a simple word, a rising tone that symbolized doubt, and he ruthlessly threw away the last bit of pity in his heart.

What are you kidding?

This is Hemtika.

The man he was going to kill was Ulysses.

The monster that transcends life and death, good and evil, and its existence itself stands at the relative end of fate, the monster in the mouth of "her", an out-and-out monster.

How can a mere high-ranking demon have a chance of winning? How can there be any hope of survival?

Don't be naïve!