Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The attention of people around her was drawn to her, but the female devil didn't care. Although she was dressed very seductively, she had basically no such awareness and just walked on her own.

This method of attracting other people's attention is just a small trick. Human thoughts are inherently ambiguous. If the same thing is said in a different way, they will accept it. If something that already exists is slightly changed, people will be convinced.

Using some of their abilities, they can manipulate the human mind, and this is how they established the Angel Welcoming Society.

If they already have this tendency, or if they are psychologically fragile, then there is no need to spend too much effort; if they are slightly more ordinary and normal, then more effort is needed, but it is also possible to change their thoughts and make their originally firm common sense undergo subtle changes.

Now this indiscriminate plucking of the strings of the human spirit seems as simple as dangling an empty water bottle from your fingers.

The female demon was unusually irritable, and there weren't many Kirieloids on Earth, so she knew basically everyone.

The sudden death of double-digit compatriots is no longer a serious situation.

The Kyrieloids have been lurking so long in human history that, although they do not reveal their identity easily, they have appeared in Greece, in the Roman province of Judea, in folk legends, and in modern times - including the urban legend of the Man in Black, and in the vortex of modern people's inspiration.

And now, the elf, legend, demon, or whatever monster it was - was killed.

No matter who the murderer behind the scenes is, that guy is definitely not a simple alien.

The first few people killed in Japan were the main force responsible for the advent of the gods. Their strength was considered high-end among the entire Kirieloid people, but they didn’t even have time to summon out their “warrior” bodies.

Thinking of this, the expression on the seductive female devil's face couldn't help but become annoyed.

That person is right here. If he escapes this time, I won’t even have time to go back and see him in person. It’s better for him to die here.

Suddenly, she noticed something noticeable.

A certain kind of energy fluctuation... a feeling of fellowship... and the opposite, an energy that feels like a dark deep sea...

"found it!"

The demon's toes moved slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The people on the street were originally attracted by her, but when they saw her disappear from their sight, they widened their eyes in disbelief. Then they came to their senses, looked around for confirmation, and burst into fear at the confirmed fact.

But the devil didn't care about all this. He sensed that the dark waves were moving rapidly, like a black cloud blown by a strong wind, and quickly left. His compatriots who noticed it around him immediately rushed there. This time, in order to capture the criminal, seventeen Kirieloids were united.

Kill the other party!

The wave moved away from the city and the crowd, but was finally caught up in a desolate place. Among the sparse trees, the full moon emitted a soft moonlight, covering the forest like a veil. The demon chased into the forest, passing through the woods that made a rustling sound.

As she moved through the woods, the branches and leaves swayed together, as if whispering, and the traces left by the devil were left behind. When she finally passed through the woods, she suddenly came to an open space.

On the open space, long grasses were growing one by one, but they were all stepped on. Several people had already arrived at the messy open space in the forest. Their figures intertwined and switched like flying butterflies, surrounding the person in the middle, but they were also hesitant and took no next step. Some people stood there like poles.

In the moonlight, their figures were blurred, but only vaguely visible. The man in the middle stood still, holding a person's neck in his outstretched hand. The person being held was lifted high, with both hands on the hands holding his neck, but he could only remain motionless.

Nightmare.

It was like a theater from an unknown place that only appeared in dreams.

The breaths intertwined in the night, so the moonlight, like the top of a frozen wave, radiated the chill of a cold weapon.

It was so cold that it made people shiver, and the air exhaled by the possessed human body seemed to turn into white mist.

The surrounding space was affected strangely. It was impossible to escape by jumping or folding. If the soul was exposed, it would feel like a mountain made of iron was on its back.

As if noticing the newcomers, the man in the middle turned around. He was very tall, so he could easily grab his compatriot by the neck and lift him up, but he was not strong, and buried under his flesh was something that should not be touched.

When he spoke, his voice was unusually clear.

"Another one, no, two, three."

Passing through the forest, compatriots came one by one.

The scene became increasingly solemn. The air seemed to turn into gelatin, solidified and sharp, piercing the skin and causing the hairs on the possessed corpse to stand up.

Slaughterhouse, here it is.

"It's really bad, really bad. The bad influence on young people is immeasurable."

The man continued.

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking.

My compatriot had his neck broken.

Before the soul escapes, a sharp scream filled with resentment, anger, and blasphemy can be heard coming from the prisoner's body.

Black mist emerged from his body, like a shapeless monster with bared fangs and claws.

What is inside cannot be perceived. If you understand it, you will be affected. There is such a level of purity contained therein.

The soul of my compatriot appeared, with a blue body - no, I don't know when, half of it had been dyed black, and the lower half was almost completely black. I don't know what happened before I arrived.

He was still being strangled, his body overlapping the human's.

The demons could hear his mumbling, which was a vague, delirious voice. Although it had no tone, it revealed creepy emotions and deep resentment.

"Sharon...Sharon...Sharon..."

It was speaking vaguely.

The surrounded compatriots screamed and cursed, and the blue flame was like a long fire dragon, bending its body, stretching out two long claws, spewing and roaring, wanting to devour the men, the criminals, and the murderers.

The black mist was like falling waves and thick mud, swallowing up the polluted souls of compatriots. The dark blue fire dragon then swallowed up the black mud, the flames burning and roaring. The black mud covered the compatriots and the murderer together, bubbling and agitated in the burning flames.

But in the end, the blue flame disappeared, leaving only thick black mud, slowly wriggling, like a bottomless darkness...

The compatriots held their breath and the sacred flame appeared in their hands.

The bottomless darkness is wriggling...contracting...

A pair of blood-red eyes appeared.