Grass, this is not right everyday

The house of about two to three hundred square meters was covered with profane words and patterns, and there were more than a dozen human beings who were still alive in the blood pool, but they looked as if they were dead.

The skin of the whole body disappeared, only the muscles of the face remained, the eyelids and lips of the face disappeared, the eyeballs and teeth were just exposed, even so, they still spoke vaguely profane words.Soaking in the blood pool seems to have given them a strong vitality, and some of them are still active even though they have only half their bodies left.

In the middle of the room was some kind of idol made of human ribs, placed in the center of the pool of blood, like a plant with still quivering flesh.

"That's the fucking reason why I hate cultists." Joker said disgustedly, "Is this group of people kidnapped for this?"

Suddenly, Jock had a subtle feeling of "Did I get fooled again?"

If this group of people were kidnapped to sacrifice to the devil, then what does it have to do with him? Jock is sure that his power has nothing to do with the devil or hell.

Although the demons also had an inexhaustible demand for sacrifices with spiritual power or potential, it was impossible to produce the synthetic monsters that day.

Joker originally thought that he had found his target, and the Hoshino Group met all the factors he suspected, but in the end it was just a devil worshiper.

That's it?

"Damn, it's not right, it's not right."

Suddenly, I felt like I was thinking about something wrong. Recalling the beginning of the incident, it was just a coincidence that Kasumigaoka Shiyu was attacked, and then accidentally ate that monster, and I rescued Kasumigaoka Shiyu...

"Wait, wait a minute." Jock finally figured out what was wrong.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu was rescued by him, and he did not disappear. The creature killed her directly, and there was no possibility that it would take her somewhere later, but it did not directly kidnap him.

Afterwards, the gang who kidnapped Yukinoshita Yukino tried their best to kidnap Yukinoshita Yukino into the car, and carefully brought them to this place.

Thinking back, Jock has always subconsciously equated disappearance with death. After all, if no body can be found, it can only be considered missing, and the real disappearance also cannot find the body.

"Two groups of people." Joke gradually realized, "Two groups of people, and I should be looking for the one who acts more carefully, but the target is covered by the actions of these cultists."

The best way to hide a drop of water is of course to throw it into the sea. If there are two groups of people, one who kidnaps with great fanfare, and the other who attacks cautiously, then it is very likely that they will be regarded as the same incident.

Thinking about it carefully, Yukinoshita Yukino was almost kidnapped last night, and Daozhen's protection had already disappeared by then.

Before that, before that?The section chief named Carbon or something is basically the same as Lei Pu's information. Before that, the students of that school had been protected by the gods.God's blessing always allows students to survive the danger safely, at least these demon worshipers are unable to kidnap a student from God's protection.

"I get it, I get it now, but I get it fucking." Jock quickly figured out what was going on.

At the beginning, there were two waves of kidnappers. One wave lasted for several years, and the background was so hard that the carbon section chief was also troublesome. The other wave was strange creatures who did not know when to appear.

Jock's real target should be that weird creature, but instead he was led to the Hoshino Group to help the bastards of the Response Division deal with their inconvenient target.

And what Jock is really looking for is that weird creature and its maker!

Then look back and think about it, did the Response Section know from the beginning that there were two groups of people or two forces abducting people as they wished in Japan?

The answer Jock got was yes.

Judging from the increasingly tense inspections by the Response Section, and the surprise attack on Kamurocho that night, there was no designated target.

The response department at that time must have known that there were two groups of kidnappers, and asked themselves to clean up the devil worshipers here, while they took the opportunity to clean up the other group.

"Damn it, it's not over!" Jock was furious, never expecting to be fooled by that little guy.

Although it was he himself who said that he wanted to find the disappearance case five years ago, it was obvious that Joke, who was gradually losing his sanity, didn't think of this at all.

Just when Jock mentioned his beloved radio and was about to turn around and leave, he found that he had been surrounded at some point.

"You just insist on doing the whole job at this time, don't you?" Jock glared at the exorcists and monsters who surrounded him.

The exorcists around sneered, either they didn't recognize Jock, or they thought they were special geniuses.

After all, last night when Toshiro Hoshino scattered Jock's photos all over the world, most of the capable ones were unwilling to seek death.

Most of them think "Oh, Leviathan is being chased again." Such plain thoughts.

61. Master Yoda

Although, capable exorcists and bounty hunters are not willing to touch Hoshino Toshiyuki's list, after all, life is more important than money.

But as the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Under the halo of "he gave too much", a considerable number of people still gathered.

...Although it seems that most of them can be classified as rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

The real highlight, it seems, is the bearded man with the shaggy hair in the center.

And as it happened, Jock knew him.It's not that he has any friendship with this guy, but that his face is too clear.

The most wanted criminal with the highest bounty in modern Japan, the founder of "Shirikyo", and the most famous devil worshiper in modern times.

"You're that Matsumoto, aren't you?" Joker looked at Matsumoto thoughtfully and said, "I didn't expect you to hook up with the chairman of the big consortium. What did you promise him? Eternal life?"

Matsumoto pondered in style for a moment, then snorted coldly: "Ignorant guy, do you think what you see is everything?"

Matsumoto seems to be very dismissive of Hoshino Toshiyuki, not to mention online loyalty or partners in cooperative offices, he simply doesn't take Hoshino seriously.

"That's right, people like you generally don't regard human beings as their masters, nor do they treat them as equals." Joker glanced back at the blood pool altar behind him, "Don't you think that a group of rotten fish and shrimps can leave me here?"

Joka's words caused a group of people who were pretending to be aggressive to curse loudly. The guys gathered around Matsumoto were either unlicensed exorcists or wanted non-human races. Generally speaking, it was this kind of people that Hoshino A penny buys his camp.

This group of miscellaneous soldiers probably knew very well that they were not qualified to fight Leviathan for even half a second, but standing beside Matsumoto, they still yelled at Jock arrogantly.

It's no wonder why this group of people are so confident. In terms of reputation, Matsumoto is even worse than Jock.

In the last century, not only did he create a famous cult that caused more than [-] deaths, but he also wiped out the enemies under the siege of a large number of exorcists, world-renowned mercenaries, and even mold. The ruthless character who retreated after [-] has a wider and greater reputation than Jock.

"It's so noisy, you bastard!" Jock couldn't bear it anymore, and threw an arm he saw at the loudest monster.

The moment Matsumoto saw this arm, his eyes flashed. He stretched out his hand confidently and calmly, and grabbed the arm thrown by Jock.

Then a slippery, missed catch.

The monster that was hit by the arm fell down without a sound, only Matsumoto still maintained the posture of reaching out and grasping, and I don't know if there was a trace of undetectable embarrassment on his indifferent and pretentious face.

"Leviathan." Hoshino's radio sounded at the right time, alleviating Matsumoto's embarrassment, "You killed my only son...I clearly have no conflict of interest with you, nor any conflicts! Are you just because you are happy? Killed my son? I want you to taste the taste of despair now!"

There was madness in Hoshino's voice, the loss of his beloved son really hit him hard.

"If you're going to ask me that, all I can say is that it's really funny." Jock responded loudly to the radio, "Do you know what your son's last words were?"

"You cruel bastard! My son, he is so good, he is my pride, you...you ruined him, and I will ruin you too!"

Jock was about to continue talking badly, but Matsumoto obviously couldn't stand the farce anymore, he stared at the "plant" made of ribs in the center of the blood pool.

Some kind of prayer was chanted in the mouth, and the flesh and blood plant trembled and sank into the pool of blood.

The blood pool seemed to have turned on some kind of switch. Drops of foul-smelling blood boiled out of the blood pool and flowed to the ground like capillaries.

This scene made people feel instinctively disgusted, even by people hired by Hoshino Toshiyuki.But this scene was not the most uncomfortable thing for them. The blood flowing out flowed towards the hired exorcists and monsters, wrapping around them like living creatures.

"What, what!!" Many people tried to shake off or dry the blood on their bodies, but it didn't help.Blood seeped into the skin, and their bodies began to change rapidly.

Then came the separation of the flesh and bones, and the rancid blood manipulated the bones and pieces of flesh, gathering around Matsumoto.

As the person involved, Matsumoto looked at his masterpiece very calmly.

It's not over yet, he pulled out the black hilt from his arms, stretched out his hand, and a crimson light blade unexpectedly extended from the hilt.

On the body of the big red sword, there are profane words distorted by the light curtain. These words do not belong to the human world, but come from another world.

"Ning is Master Yoda?" Jock finally suppressed this sentence after watching for a long time, "But after all, you are a bit handsome."

Matsumoto's face darkened, he thought it was a holy deathmatch, but he didn't expect the person in front of him to be joking.

Unhappy to be looked down upon, Matsumoto clenched his fists, and the power of the people he killed just now poured into his body.

Although most of it is offal, it is still very good when added together. Not only physical strength, but also the strength of being an exorcist and a monster are also gathered in the body.

Matsumoto's eyes turned cold, he bowed slightly, and then he rushed towards Jock like an arrow leaving the string, the red light blade in his hand slashed towards Jock's neck, ready to kill him with one blow, simply and neatly This person.

Matsumoto's speed was extremely fast. Just now, he was just standing with a sword, and the next moment he had already appeared in front of his eyes. The speed was so fast that it seemed to edit out the middle process.

(Die.)

Matsumoto slashed Jock's neck mercilessly, but the red sword could hardly penetrate an inch.

"you...!"

Matsumoto couldn't understand what happened for a moment, the invincible blade couldn't even cut a person's skin.

"I didn't say start, why did you start?" Jock raised his head and said.

Matsumoto, who was swinging the blade from top to bottom, was almost face-to-face with Jock for a moment, and his cloudy eyes could see the face close at hand, but he couldn't see clearly what was hidden under this face.

(What the hell are you...?)

Matsumoto's doubts were not answered, and Joker clenched his fist with the hand equipped with the navy blue armguard, popped out the shield, and hit the edge of the wide shield towards Matsumoto's chin with an uppercut motion.

With the bones shattered and the evil flesh dissipated, Jock slammed the shield into Matsumoto's face with a smile of pleasure and malice.

62. Invincible?It's so funny~

It's actually not that complicated.

It was simply using a shield to beat an old man who looked a little old.

"Hey, what are you doing, concentrate, concentrate!"

While taunting, Jock brandished his shield, beating Matsumoto's aging body again and again, without any kindness or uneasiness towards the old man.

There's nothing wrong with that, who really thinks of a cultist as a human being?

Coupled with the unexpected firmness of the round shield in Jock's hand, and it was unscathed in several collisions with the red light blade, Jock quickly controlled the rhythm and became unscrupulous.

"It's a pity that there is no audience here." Joker said and threw the shield at Matsumoto's face again. "Otherwise, I should let everyone see how powerless Matsumoto, who was talked about in the past, is now."

As Jock said, he slammed another shield blow, causing Matsumoto, who was already out of breath, to lie directly on the ground, and finally added a kick to kick Matsumoto flying, hitting the white stone wall.

"But you are so old, I shouldn't expect anything. Cutting your head back should be a good bounty."

Jock said as he walked up to Matsumoto and stepped on the palm he was stretching out to hold the hilt of his sword.

"Let me keep this for you."

Jock took Matsumoto's red blade and carefully manipulated it in his hand. The whole body was black and looked majestic, with a hilt with various horrific carvings.Jock imitated Matsumoto's appearance, but did not swing the sword like him.

Matsumoto glared at Jock. Although he was out of breath, he couldn't figure out how he could lose so badly.

Are you really old?

Matsumoto gritted his teeth, hesitantly took out a silk cloth bag from his inside pocket while Jock was still fiddling with his sword hilt.

It looks like Zhuge Kongming's clever plan left by Zhuge Kongming in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but there is nothing so beautiful as a clever plan inside.

The killing stone, according to legend, was left behind when the nine-tailed fox was wiped out. It is the crystallization of the fox's power. There are several pieces in total, and the one in Matsumoto's hand is only one of them.

This was given to Hoshino by Yuyihu when he sent him to assist Hoshino. Of course he knew the price of using this thing, especially now that his body was getting old and it was impossible to bear the backlash brought by the killing stone.

But not caring so much, Matsumoto gritted his teeth and held this thing in his hand.

If he can't kill Leviathan today, he will die in Leviathan's hands. This bastard can tell at a glance that he is not a kind person who respects the old and loves the young. There was no way to keep calm.

What's more, Jock humiliated him again and again, determined not to give him a clean result, but humiliated him back and forth like a cat catching a mouse.

Taking a step back and thinking more and more, Matsumoto will kill Leviathan even if they die together!

Matsumoto fused the killing stone with his body and let out a sharp scream. The process of fusing with foreign objects to gain strength was too painful, but he did gain the long-lost vitality.

It felt like an overnight rejuvenation, back to those passionate days of being a groom every night.

"Fuck? I didn't see it." Joker put away Matsumoto's hilt and didn't feel embarrassed about it. "You still have this kind of skill?"

Jock's contemptuous attitude made Matsumoto even more angry, and the rapidly expanding power brought him full confidence.

Quickly chanting the prayer, the rotten and smelly pool of blood boiled again, and the blood that had already spread throughout the villa in the mountain spread outwards more rapidly, spreading across the long winding mountain road and the long mountain tunnel.

They stopped when they were about to approach the village at the foot of the mountain. The ignorant villagers naturally didn't know what happened, but it was common sense to call the police immediately.

At the same time, Matsumoto's body, which was spreading the blood out, had undergone a complete change. The original human skin had disappeared, replaced by crimson muscles that smelled foul.

The hands and feet became longer and stronger, teeth-like things grew out of the abdomen, both defense and offense, and the brain became even bigger, breaking through the protection of the skull, completely exposed outside.

If it is said that the blood that spreads out is a blood vessel, it absorbs nutrients from the ground under its feet, or from a different dimension called hell.

Then the only thing these blood vessels support is nothing else, only Matsumoto.

"Come on, Leviathan." Matsumoto's right eye was replaced by a life-killing stone, and the brilliant light emitted illuminated his face, "Come and compete with me, just like just now."

"But now, what I get is the support of the whole land, inexhaustible and inexhaustible! As long as I stand on the ground with both feet, I am invincible!"

Matsumoto felt the strength of his body to his heart's content, although he knew very well that this was only a temporary solution, before he could not bear this force, no one could be his opponent except Yuyihu!

Jock seemed to be dumbfounded, looking up at the three-meter-tall giant, the face of a mixture of demons and humans was incomparable to even the heaviest German classics Jock had ever seen.