The Beginning of the End: All Humans Are Destroyed, I Forcefully Chase the Valkyries

Chapter 277 Goodbye to the Man in the Mirror Part [-]
"Okay, just say what you wish, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

The Hercules Hercules answered straightforwardly, but he kept his mind open and didn't agree completely. If he still agreed to everything like before, and if Jack the Ripper asked him to kill himself, then he He promised to do it or not?

"Ha...ha...you are truly a kind-hearted and generous god."

Jack the Ripper spoke out of breath, the penetrating wound in his abdomen almost drained his blood, his life was like a candle in the wind, and the remaining time could be counted on his fingers.

Jack the Ripper yanked his hand out of the chest of Hercules. Just completing such an action had already used up the remaining half of his life.

Jack the Ripper fell to the ground, ignoring his gentlemanly demeanor, groping in the inside pocket of his suit with his blood-stained hands of Hercules.

"What is Jack the Ripper looking for again? Could it be that he still has some magic weapon that he has not used? Why did Hercules, the God of Hercules, not move at such an excellent opportunity and instead let Jack the Ripper do his own thing?" What's up?"

Heimdall confides the doubts of the audience, which are also his inner doubts. The last confrontation between the two sides ended abruptly at a critical moment, just like watching the most exciting part of a TV series and suddenly playing the ending song, as if When I read the novel with the most enthusiasm, I found that the next chapter has not been updated. It feels like there are countless worms crawling in the bottom of my heart. The feeling is very itchy. They want to know the reason of all this, why the name suddenly Stop fighting!

Jack the Ripper smiled knowingly, he finally found what he wanted in the inner pocket of his suit.

"My wish is this..." Jack the Ripper took his hand out of the inner pocket of his suit and reached out to Hercules.

It was a small mirror, stained with the blood of Hercules and himself, albeit slightly stained, but still functional.

"A mirror? What do you want?" Hercules asked.

Jack the Ripper nodded: "Since I awakened the eye given to me by the gods, I have used it to observe countless people, men, women, British, foreigners, old people, young people, children, scavengers , workers, barristers, farmers, ministers, I even had a glimpse of the Queen once, but you know? I have observed countless people with this eye, but I only have one person, from young to Dead, never observed, Mr. Hercules, who do you think that man is?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hercules took the mirror handed over by Jack the Ripper, and the other person's soliloquy made him puzzled.

"It's a pity, Mr. Hercules, I thought you could understand me, but I didn't expect to find a comrade who could understand me in the end."

"I don't think there will be anyone who can understand the thinking of a guy like you from the birth of mankind to the end of mankind. Just give up on your heart."

"Hehehe, hehehe." Jack the Ripper laughed twice: "Perhaps you are right, Mr. Hercules, if you want to find someone with the same frequency as mine, it is like finding a needle in a haystack... no... You're looking for a needle in a sea of ​​stars!"

Jack the Ripper's complexion was as pale as paper, and he still didn't forget to put on that overconfident smile. Due to the excessive blood loss, his whole body began to shake involuntarily, and his head was spinning.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me quickly, what is your last wish, before you completely lose consciousness."

"Hehehe, okay, Mr. Hercules, but please allow me to reveal the answer to the question just now. The person I have never observed in my life is myself!"

Speaking of the excitement, Jack the Ripper couldn't help shedding two lines of tears again: "Since I awakened this god-given ability, I have seen the emotional spectrum of countless people, but I have never avoided looking at my own emotional spectrum. Because I'm very confident, I believe that my color is different from the people on the street or the people in the alley, you know, I believe that I am special and unique, just like my mother In that way, that dazzling color, it seems to me that there is no other in the world."

Jack the Ripper was leaning on the edge of the ruined wall, his whole body was paralyzed like a pile of mud.

"Mr. Hercule, I want to see what color I am before I die. As you can see, it is difficult for me to raise my arms, not to mention the mirror. You are kind enough to let me Take a long look at yourself in the mirror.”

Jack the Ripper's tone was full of humility and pleading, which was a skill he had learned from the cruel streets of London since he was a teenager, and he achieved his goal with an extremely humble attitude.

"That's it?" Hercules was quite surprised by the request made by Jack the Ripper. He thought that this troublesome guy would have some troublesome request before dying, but he just wanted to look in the mirror in the end?
"You've talked so much, but it doesn't seem like a guy who is about to die has the lung capacity."

"Hehe, sir, it would be great if your sense of humor could come online sooner."

Hercules was about to straighten the mirror for Jack the Ripper to take a last look at himself, when he suddenly realized that there was still a lot of blood on the mirror. After rubbing and rubbing on the not-so-stained leather belt, it finally restored the original appearance of a small vanity mirror.

Jack the Ripper was not idle either, taking advantage of Hercules cleaning the mirror, Jack the Ripper put his hands on his collar with the rest of his strength to tidy up his dilapidated appearance.

"Finally, I would like to give you one more piece of advice. Mr. Hercules, as a gentleman, you should always pay attention to your appearance. That does not mean that you have to put too much effort into dressing up like a lady. It’s the most basic lesson of being a gentleman.”

"I've received your suggestion, have you tidied it up? I'm going to bring the mirror over."

"Oh, by the way, you can keep that mirror for yourself. If you don't want to keep it, you can, but please don't throw it away in front of me. I will be very sad."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's see what color you are in the mirror."

Hercules rushed the mirror towards Jack the Ripper, who finally saw himself in the mirror again after a lapse of hundreds of years.

(End of this chapter)