If Ayers had a face, I'm afraid he would be solemn - because Ayers found that his boss was stronger.

When Marin sat at the counter, Miss Succubus handed the drink order to the new customer. Although the whole process seemed like he had just drank World Tree Fruit Tea brewed with holy water, as the manager of a store, it was so pretentious.

It's really rude of you.

Marin took a look at the name of the drink - our best seller, Styx Maggot Soup.

Marin's face twitched unconsciously, he put down the list and pushed it in front of the succubus who was forcing a smile.

"Don't kill me!" This succubus looked like she was about to cry without tears.

"Is there anyone to eat?" Marin had to ask in a very serious tone.

The succubus took one look at the list and immediately gave Marin a different one with a grimace. Although Marin wanted to tell her that as a succubus, I don't ask you to be a succubus, but don't make your smile look uglier than crying. This

It's really not good. I, Marin, always convince people with reason.

But what can I say? After all, this is someone else's shop. Customers can do whatever they want. Marin took a look at the contents on the list and finally chose a coffee that seemed to have no problem.

After all, the bottom of this coffee says - Produced by Bakuo on the main plane, absolutely human flavor, does not contain any elements from the lower planes.

Good guy, this is the same concept as those who brag about being natural.

"How much." Thinking of this, Marin took out his money bag. This small space bag was used by Marin from time to time. After all, girls went out to buy something, and it was unreasonable for Marin not to pay for it.

"Ten silver sulu." Seeing that his customer finally ordered, the succubus' face looked much better: "Sir, would you like some lamb chops? This is the favorite of all the customers in my shop.

A main course noodle dish.”

"Really?" Marin smiled, and at the same time turned his head to look at the various ghosts and monsters who were pretending to be dead.

"Yes, sir, it's really delicious." These people can speak human language. Although their words are not standard, at least they are brave enough to answer their Lord Marin's questions.

If you can't speak human language, just point your head like a counter, and you won't be afraid of getting cervical spondylosis on the spot.

In this case, Marin turned to look at the succubus: "Where did this sheep come from?"

"The products from the slaughterhouse under that lord's rule are raised by his Square-eared family members, and there is no pollution." When the succubus said this, she looked at Marin's Square-eared eyes.

Obviously she should regard Marin as the god of the anonymous subordinates, and Marin doesn't mind these devils and devils' whims.

"How much is the total?" Marin opened the bag.

"Fifty-five silver sura, or one gold sura." The ratio of gold and silver mentioned by the succubus made Marin smile. He took out a small gold nugget from his small pocket and shook it with his hand.

He picked up a pure and threw it in front of the succubus: "Is that enough?"

"Too many, sir." The succubus didn't dare to reach out.

"Take it, consider it a tip." Marin smiled and turned to look at the devil who was secretly sizing him up. These guys from Baator Hell made Marin curious.

The devil noticed that Marin was paying attention to it, and raised a small hand while thinking about it: "Sir, square-eared man, I want to sell you some information."

At least half of the monsters in the bar pricked up their ears.

"Interesting, what benefits do you want to gain?" Marin turned halfway to look at the devil.

"It's just a small thought, as the gift you just gave us to eradicate those demons." The devil said a little cautiously.

Marin turned to look at Ayers: "How's the credibility of these demons?"

·Ghouls will laugh, gargoyles will feel soft, and bloated corpses will lose swelling.

Ailes told very cold jokes.

Marin turned to look at the devil: "Say it, I'll listen."

"There is a devil's camp nearby. They caught several square ears last time and said they were going to sell them to some collectors." The devil laughed, and it seemed that he was very confident in his gift.

"What a big gift. Here are the coordinates." Marin opened his hand.

The devil handed over a piece of parchment with the coordinates written on it. Marin put it away, turned around, took out a gem that should be the soul of the champion of the parrot family, and threw it to it: "This is the deposit."

The devil happily caught the gem, but what Marin said the next second made him cross his face.

"If you catch it, I'll lock you in. If you lie, you should know the methods of Nameless Doe." Of course, Marin knew that there should be no lies in this matter. It is very likely that some demon in this camp and

He has a grudge. This devil wants to divert trouble to others. Since he can't handle it himself, he should find relevant personnel. The stronger the better.

So this guy here must be waiting for the Nameless One, but now he finds that a nearly powerful existence has arrived.

And if he is unhappy, it should be because his coordinates are anchored by Marin.

"But if you didn't lie and I rescued those little guys, this is your second gift." After saying that, Marin placed a large gem that imprisoned the soul of the demon on the counter.

Then under the unified background of the gasps of ghosts and ghosts in a bar, Marin stood up and said hello to Ayers: "I'll come as soon as I go. I'll leave this thing here. If anyone has long hands, remember him. I'll be back."

Kill his clan."

"Wow, what a big breath." By chance, several snake-like creatures walking on tails pushed open the door and walked in.

"What the hell?" Marin pointed at them.

Ayers took a look and shook his head. It was obvious who knew who the devil in this bar was.

However, this guy reported his name: "We Sosta snake people have never seen a guy as crazy as you. This gem is good, I want it."

After saying that, the snake man raised his hand to take it. Marin grabbed the snake man's outstretched hand and pushed it. Then he saw the snake man lost his balance because of the push and fell out of his satchel.

Amputation.

With one move from Marin, the cut hand fell into Marin's hands.

"Manpower, although I don't know which human race it is from." The succubus knows the goods.

Marin threw his hand in front of the snake man: "What is this? Tell me."

"My snack! You're a little two-legged sheep..." The snake man couldn't go on because he saw several of his subordinates being completely fused into flesh and blood in Marin's hands.

Armor, weapons and all other external belongings fell out.

Marin put the flesh and blood into the empty cauldron behind the counter: "Ailes, hold him, Succubus, and cook the meat. When I come back, I will personally feed this meat to this person who does not know whether to live or die."

Bastard, who knows this guy's race and identity? Prepare all the information for me when I come back. There will be a heavy reward after the genocide is wiped out!"

After saying that, Marin opened a coordinate slit on the parchment in his hand. At the last moment when he walked in, Marin swept around.

"Human beings and other races always compete with each other. I won't blame anyone for who wins and loses, but who dares to treat people as food? Tell them to either be smarter and change their recipes, or wait for me to kill them."

After saying that, Marin walked into the crack.

This sentence is Marin's new realization - whether in the Western Continent or the Eastern Land, the word human is no longer the patent of the terrifying upright ape, whether it is an orc, or someone like Conn and Mrs. Timmis.

As long as they recognize their human identity and do not do such things as the weak and the strong, Marin will admit that these are the humans he must protect.

This also seems to be confirming Marin's own camp. Marin feels that this is not becoming a god. After all, becoming a god in the general sense is to confirm the priesthood.

Marin shouldn't have much to do with the priesthood, even if it's a guardianship... it's not bad.

Anyway, there is no rush. Although time is not with Marin, the trigger of the gun of becoming a god is in Marin's own hands.

Now let's kill a few evil demons without eyes.

With this thought in mind, Marin walked out of the gap, reached out and patted the head of the timid demon who could not help but tremble despite the flattery written on his face.

The next second, the cowardly demon spontaneously ignited. Contact with the purest holiness turned it directly into a torch, and also into a sacred coordinate - Marin didn't mind who came over after a while, anyway.

This is somewhere in the outer plane. If it's one of our own, we might be able to share a cigarette afterward. If it's someone else, Marin doesn't mind tearing it apart.

The appearance of a large holy being in the demon camp was not a good sign. Before Marin took a few steps, he found that the entire camp had exploded, and various demons rushed out of their residence. One of them

The Balor Balrog, who was close to Marin, waved his weapon at Marin, and then nothing happened. An ice sculpture was newly completed under Marin's gaze.

With a move of Marin's little hand, the ice sculpture turned into thousands of slender ice blades, which accurately covered all the demons under the sight of their master.

You see, whether they are Baator's demons or Chaos demons, these guys are all so ugly and disgusting.

More than a dozen prairie elves in the cage on the side saw Marin killing everyone. They hesitated, but also excitedly lined up to grab the pole of the cage.

Marin walked over, and on the way he tore the head of a six-armed snake demon who was still breathing from her body, and then hit a Sly who was still crawling on the ground with its head like a rotten watermelon.

Demon, half of the latter's body was shattered into pieces by this shot.

"Good afternoon, little ones." Marin looked around. The demons were either dead without a trace, or they were lying on the ground pretending to be dead. Considering that they were working so hard to survive, Marin didn't care about them.

After tearing open the cage door, Marin turned to look at the crack that opened not far away.

The first person to walk out was a man wearing a red trench coat, carrying a sword on his back, with white hair and stubble. He looked around, then glanced at Marin, and smiled helplessly: "I seem to be late.

Already."

"Justice will not think that the hand holding the sword comes late to its owner." After Marin finished speaking, he threw a box of cigarettes to him - this was given by Ayres, who was said to be a virgin selected from his family's plantation.

The girl rolled it by hand with her legs. Marin didn't know anything about it anyway, and he didn't know how to smoke this cigarette, but there was no problem in giving it away - after all, the lichs who had smoked it all said that this cigarette was 'good'.

"Ah, it's cigarettes. Thanks, I'll go to another place first."

As he was about to leave, he saw a new rift open. This time, a strong man wearing green full-body armor came out, holding a big gun in one hand and holding a rabbit in the other.

It looked around and got back into the crack without saying a word.

Marin was thinking, if there was another old man over 2 meters tall wearing power armor with a charming smile, would a certain author be sued... Good guy, it's really here.

As Marin watched desperately, an old man wearing power armor and standing 2.47.44256 meters tall came out.
To be continued...