Fantasy Library

Juwang Town, suburbs.

This is a place close to the city.

Unlike the suburbs that Aize had visited before, this place is not deserted, but it is still rare. Only the nearby park can see people. If you go deeper, the population will become sparse.

In this sparsely populated suburb, there is an old building.

It is a church.

"It's really here——"

Aize found this place based on his memory, which has become a little thin. Seeing that it is indeed the same as described in the original book, his expression can't help but become a little strange.

The old church seems to have been abandoned, but from Aize's position, he can see some lights on in the building, telling him that there are people inside.

No, maybe there are more than just "people" inside.

According to Aize's understanding, in this world, all regular churches are monitored by angels at all times, so that demons and fallen angels dare not step into them casually.

The church in front of him was indeed abandoned, so there were no angels watching over it. It was not an angel or a devout believer from the church, but a group of guys who betrayed God and took it for themselves without authorization.

"I wonder if it's here-"

Aize muttered and walked towards the church.

"Crack--"

Soon after, the door of the church was pushed open, making an unpleasant sound.

Aize stretched out his hand to push open the door, walked directly into the church, and stepped into the sanctuary similar to a chapel. There were rows of benches here, and an altar was placed in the front. On the altar was a statue of a saint nailed to the cross, but the head of the statue was damaged, showing a headless appearance.

The light of candles and electric lights appeared and disappeared from time to time, illuminating the dimly lit room. The windows and other places were nailed shut with wooden boards for some reason, preventing the light from outside from shining in.

Aize stepped on the old floor that made a creaking sound, and walked towards the damaged statue step by step.

After a while, Aize stopped and the air fell into silence.

Suddenly, Aize turned to the side.

"Swish!"

At the same time, a sound of wind cutting sounded, and a sword of light cut through the position where Aize stood a second ago.

"Huh?"

The sudden sword missed, and a somewhat silly voice came from behind Aize.

Aize turned around and saw a person who appeared silently.

It was a young white-haired man.

The other party was wearing a priest's attire, holding the sword of light that Siegfried had used before, maintaining a posture of swinging a sword, and looked at Aize with surprise.

"It feels quite sharp, brother, you can actually dodge my fatal blow? You are really good!"

The white-haired priest said this, and his tone was not as solemn as that of a clergyman, but rather sloppy, and even a little crazy.

"A sure-killing blow?" Aize looked at the other party and said, "If you want to attack by surprise, you can call it a sneak attack. And if you want to attack by surprise, you can have some sense in your mind, okay?"

Hearing this, the white-haired priest was not ashamed, but laughed carelessly.

"No, no, what's in my heart is very important, there is no room for those unimportant things. Anyway, it's enough to kill the damn demon, to cut the demon into pieces, and to cut a petty thief like you who sneaked into our territory in half, don't you think?"

The white-haired priest's speech was really a bit crazy, and he shook his head while speaking, which made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

Well...Aize has already begun to feel disgusted.

So, his tone has become impolite.

"First of all, let me correct you. I walked in openly, not sneaking in. This is a church, and I believe that people will not be refused to come here to pray, right?" Aize said lightly: "Secondly, the real petty thieves who sneaked in here are you, and this is not your territory."

"Am I right? Mr. stray exorcist who has surrendered to the fallen angel?"

As soon as this was said, the white-haired priest stopped all his actions.

Yes, the church's exorcists will also be away from the group.

Although they are warriors who have received God's blessing and can use the light power of angels and their own extraordinary physical strength to destroy demons, there are occasionally exorcists who enjoy killing demons and feel the meaning and pleasure of life in the action of defeating demons, so that their mental state gradually becomes abnormal and deviates from normal people.

Such people will be expelled by the church that believes in God, or regarded as harmful elements and dealt with secretly, and their treatment is almost the same as that of stray demons.

This is the stray exorcist, and it is also the identity of the white-haired priest in front of him.

".——-Are you a killer sent by the church? Are you here to hunt me down? Really?"

The white-haired priest looked at Aize with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Don't guess." Aize ignored the other party's gaze, his expression was still indifferent, his tone was still so impolite, and he said mercilessly: "I can tell from your appearance, you are crazy, you don't look like a normal person, with this mentally ill look, how good can your brain be?"

"With your brain, can you guess my identity?"

"Don't make me laugh to death, okay?"

I still remember that the last person who was attacked by Aizawa with such merciless words was the guy Koichiro Todo who wanted to control Kirin Todo.

Ai Ze only met him once, but that side left a very deep impression on him.

Now, the second victim of Aize's treatment appears.

"Huh? What are you arrogant about?"

Unsurprisingly, the white-haired priest became furious. His face twitched and veins popped out on his forehead, causing him to take out a silver pistol from under his clothes.

"You dare to scold me? Those bastards who dare to scold me have already gone to hell! So you want to go to hell, right? You want to take refuge in the arms of the Lord, right? You want to die, right? You must be right. !K!Kill you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired priest raised his gun without hesitation and shot Aize.

He pulled the trigger several times and fired several times, but not even a single sound was heard from the gun, allowing the bullets to silently shoot towards Aize.

If you look closely, you will see that those bullets are not live bullets at all, but light bullets. Like the Sword of Light, they are both made of the power of light.

Since it was light, it would naturally make no sound, and the speed of the bullet was much faster than that of live ammunition, and it landed on Aize in the blink of an eye.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"————

The next second, the light bullets that landed on Aize exploded one after another, making a sound like firecrackers.

The fighting energy spurting out from Aize's body blocked them, causing them to shatter as if they had hit steel.

"What?"

When the white-haired priest saw this scene, he was stunned on the spot.

Aize patted the clothes on his body and looked at the white-haired priest with no warmth in his eyes.

"There were four shots in total, one aimed at my head, one aimed at my heart, and one aimed at my throat.

There was also a shot aimed at my lower body——right? ""

The first three shots were undoubtedly aimed at Aize's life.

Although Aize is not a demon, humans who are hit by bullets of light will also die on the spot.

The other party did indeed intend to kill Aize as he said.

And the last shot was definitely fired to insult.

"So, congratulations, you have successfully won the first place in my current list of most hated characters."

In Aize's hand, he held the jet-black activation body that appeared at an unknown time.

"I won't give you a decent way to die. I'll just let you die miserably."

With that said, Aize activated his activating body, causing the purple omnipotent crystal to light up.

The Omnipotence element gushes out from the Omnipotent Crystal and turns into a substantial sickle handle and blade, which combine to form a bloody red light sickle that vibrates and buzzes in the darkness.

Holding the bloody scythe, Aize's figure became terrifying, giving the white-haired priest the illusion of seeing the God of Death.

"W-what kind of shit are you, you piece of shit bastard?!"

Sensing the murderous aura rushing toward him, so strong that it seemed to be forming substance, the white-haired priest couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the buzzing and vibration intensified, and a bloody sickle appeared like a crescent moon, slashing at the white-haired priest at high speed.

"So fast——!"

The white-haired priest let out a strange scream, and just as he was about to jump to avoid the bloody scythe, the atmosphere suddenly roared, causing a terrible gravity to act on his body.

Under the pressure of gravity, the white-haired priest's jumping movement instantly collapsed, and his whole body sank.

Stuck in place.

"Puff!"

The bloody sickle blade immediately slashed through the white-haired priest's chest, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out from his chest.

“Goooooooh————.——!

The white-haired priest let out a painful scream.

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"

The blood-colored sickle blade continued to slash, cutting off the four limbs of the white-haired priest with a sound of flesh tearing, and even cut off his fifth limb.

“Gah————.——!

The white-haired priest's screams changed, from pain to agony, extreme frenzy, and the sound was shrill and loud.

"How does it taste?"

Ai Ze, holding the Tyrannical Blood Scythe, stood in front of the white-haired priest. He looked at the man who was wailing in pain and his eyes were almost turning white. There was still not much warmth in his eyes.

"Do you still feel it's not enough?"

"Don't worry, with the amount of bleeding you have, you should be able to experience this feeling for a while longer."

"Just feel this pain and die with this pain."

After saying that, Aize kicked the white-haired priest away.

The white-haired priest's body suddenly crashed into a row of benches and was buried by the benches, dyeing the area red.