Dior had always thought that he was not a good person, but at that moment he felt as if something was shattered in his heart.

He pulled out the [Death Gaze] and rushed over like madness to slash the group to pieces.

Then he stood aside and watched in amazement as the woman got up from the broken corpse on the ground, and silently handed him a missing person notice.

At that moment, he could catch the glimmer of hope in the woman's eyes.

Not because he saved her, but because he wanted an answer from him.

Dio knew what she wanted, but he shook his head in silence as if he was dumb.

So, the light in the woman's eyes quickly dimmed, and then she stepped over the broken corpses on the ground, and continued to walk into the distance mechanically numbly, pasting the impossible missing person notices on the wall.

Maybe the next corner, she'll be in danger, but who cares.

The meaning of her existence is only the missing person notices in her hands...

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Standing in the once bustling city of Tokyo, night has fallen imperceptibly.

It was as if Dior could see a huge man-eating monster swallowing the entire city with its bloody jaws open.

He is not a savior, he can't save everyone, he can't even save the people around him, who can he save!

But maybe...

He could have done so much more.

Like making this fallen city look a little cleaner?

Boom!

The door of a bar was torn apart and kicked open, and in addition to Dior, the bloody human head in his hand entered.

"Someone smashed the field and copied the guy!"

Looking at the demons and monsters in front of him who were not flustered, but surrounded him, Dio suddenly smiled.

He had turned off the translator, so he didn't know what the guys were swearing, and he didn't want to know because he was afraid of dirty ears.

Hell is where they should go!

Swish!

The dark red knife flashed by!

The few people who walked in front were directly cut off, and the internal organs and intestines fell to the ground, which made people vomit bloody!

Many people finally showed frightened looks on their faces, and their steps also stagnated.

But Dior has nothing to hesitate about, the country is rotten to the bone, and those politicians alone can't set things right.

Then let's kill!

The quality of these sinful souls must be very high...

After a few minutes, the screams finally subsided, but were replaced by a strong smell of blood.

Apart from the humiliated women, there was no one left alive.

Standing at the door of the bar, Dior lit himself a cigarette and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

The cold wind of the night blew away the strong smell of blood here, but it also spread to other places.

When the cigarette went out, Dior chased the cold wind and walked into the darkness again.

Tonight, where the smell of blood wafts away, is where he brings the killing!

"One, two, it's coming to you."

"Three, four, lock your door."

"Five, six, hold on to your sheets."

"Seven, eight, you'll stop breathing."

"Nine, ten, you won't be able to sleep."

"Are you ready, your nightmare... It's coming. ”

Accompanied by horrific nursery rhymes, gang thugs throughout Tokyo were brutally slaughtered, and not even a single intact corpse could be found.

The smell of blood in the city is simply disgusting!

If the moon is colored tonight, it must be... Sanguine.

When the sun rises again, the bright sunlight dispels the night and envelops the land.

It's like a dead city!

Dio was like a god of death wandering the world, bringing death and fear wherever he stood.

Thanks to his efficient killing efficiency and the fact that Xinghai avoided the time he wasted on the road, this night, he killed a thousand? Or a few thousand 'demons'?

Sorry, he wanted to count them in the first place.

But in the end, he really couldn't remember how many people he had killed.

It's just that the number of [Sin Souls] on the panel makes him quite satisfied, and the 'monsters' in this city are indeed of high quality.

If you kill them all, it should be more than enough to resurrect Quicksilver.

So lo and behold, he found another reason to continue the killing.

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Before I knew it, a week had passed.

At this time, Tokyo is like a ghost town, and it is almost impossible to see people lingering on the streets, and even if people do, they are in a hurry for fear of being targeted by something.

Various versions of rumors have been circulating in the dark, after all, rumors of demons are still very marketable in this country.

As for the gangs here, they have basically disappeared.

According to Dior's kind of killing, no matter how many people are killed, not to mention that he has never hidden, but everyone who sees him has basically become the ghost of his knife.

I don't know if it's because I drank too much blood, so that Dio always felt that [Death's Gaze] was a little weird...

By the way, after many smart people chose to flee the city, the rest of the Toutiewa all gathered together yesterday and gave Dio a big surprise.

Is it more than 10,000 people, or more than 20,000 people?

Densely packed, with all kinds of weapons in his hands, the 'frightened' Dior raised his hand to be a treasure trove of ice, and instantly washed the other party in blood!

How many ants bite and kill elephants?

Inexistent!

No matter how many ants there are, it's a joke in front of an elephant with a firearm that squirts (river crabs) with its snout.

Dio was worried that it would take too much time to kill like this, but the other party gave him such a big gift, of course, to thank them.

So he pushed all the way with joy, no one wanted to run, and he didn't let anyone go!

Until the last man fell in a pool of blood, he suddenly froze...

On the corner of the street, a corpse was surrounded by a swarm of stinky flies, and its dead eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

Dio walked over silently and picked up a missing person notice that she was holding in her hand.

A cute little girl in a skirt is comparing scissor hands with a bright smile on her face...

Dio paused, then took out an identical missing person notice from his pocket, lightly covered the corpse's face, and then carefully folded the blood-stained crumpled missing person notice and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

He didn't make any promises to the corpse, it wasn't his style, he would just do whatever it took to do it.

The Red Magician instantly appeared beside him, and then a ball of flame quickly fell on the corpse.

The light of the fire reflected on Dior's face, making him look like a man at one moment, a devil at another...