Divine Alliance, Sibia Empire, Dicheng Palace, and Underground Palace.
Cohen Keda didn't know what his situation was in the eyes of others, and he didn't care about it. At this moment, he was more concerned about the phantom in front of him - since he knew that there was such a thing hidden in the armor, out of caution
, instead of putting away and summoning the armor as usual, he took the armor off his body and hid it.
However, he did not expect that the phantom could escape from the armor, let alone that the phantom's personality would change so much during this period of time.
"Unfortunately, there are not many things that I can remember." Phantom moved forward and pretended to "sit" down on the chair: "But, if it is beneficial, I don't mind trying to remember...
…”
"Benefits? Ask me for benefits? Your mother - stand up for me!" Emperor Sbia hadn't yelled for a while, so his voice was a little higher: "Bitch! You have to understand that you
In this situation, you are a murderer, not a gangster!"
"Who said gangsters can't be murderers?" Phantom ignored the furious Cohen at all, and even had an ambiguous smile on his face: "Keep going, keep going, your shouts make me feel very good.
Familiar feeling..."
How could this happen? The majestic Emperor Sbia, the patron of marshmallows, the savior of the source of life, and the self-proclaimed number one gangster in the world, Cohen Keda - he was actually confronted by a phantom that could not keep his feet on the ground.
Teasing!
In recent times, the environment has been changing, and the results can make Cohen feel aggrieved, depressed, and disgusted, but none of them have evolved into a situation that makes Cohen try his best to fight. The true self hidden under the emperor's halo has been constantly
Suppressed, it has been a long time since he appeared, and he has even become a little depressed... At this right time, a gangster appeared.
If the emperor is a simple and upright majestic sword, then the rogue is a short, thin thorn, and this one is particularly sharp.
A strange light flashed in his eyes, and Cohen Keda's breathing suddenly stopped. The golden fighting spirit solidified into rows of saw teeth on the edge of his palm. With his toes pointed, his body rushed out with lightning - until he dragged out the dazzling stream of colors.
After the phantom's body broke out and the tables and chairs turned into powder and exploded, a curse echoed in the hall deep underground: "Fuck you!"
The flying dust became thinner, and the echoes of yelling and scolding gradually weakened. Cohen breathed freely, turned around and waited for the result...
Light and gentle applause gradually sounded, and Phantom Shi Shiran walked out, his expression still calm, neither surprised nor angry.
The chaos that originally filled Cohen's entire field of vision became the background behind him, and he could no longer compete with this phantom for priority.
"Good means, good speed, and what's more valuable is your murderous intention. Others will let the murderous intention pass by, but you can make a decision. Maybe this is the difference between you and ordinary people." Phantom stepped closer.
, without revealing any attack threat: "What is the most suitable distance for your attack? Five steps? Ten steps? Or my current position?"
"An immortal bastard has no qualifications to be generous, or even to pretend to be generous." Cohen replied with a sneer: "If you want to prove that you have this qualification, then follow my wishes and kill yourself to save me from having to do it again.
Do it!"
"I'm very happy. After many years, a decent divine knight was finally born. What's even more rare is his temper towards me." Phantom's expression was still the same, and his tone was as monotonous as a windmill in the wilderness: "You have already
You know you can't do me any harm."
"That's not necessarily the case. Everything will have a basis for existence. Even a shadow will have an identity." Cohen pointed at the armor: "I can't kill you. Maybe I can try to destroy this armor."
"Please, if you can destroy this armor, I won't stop you." The expression on Phantom's face changed very slightly: "Ignore whether you have this ability for the time being, destroying the armor will only
There are two results. If the armor is the basis of my existence, I will disappear; if the armor is the prison that imprisons me, I will escape. The decision is yours, I will just wait."
"Maybe you think this method is interesting, but your mistake is that you should not let me know that you are a murderer, and you should not call yourself a gangster in front of me. Of course you can imitate a gangster, but the real gangster must have been a gangster since he was a child.
The gangster started to do it, you, no!" Cohen glanced at the phantom sideways: "Yes, destroying the armor will have two results, and I can't be sure of your intention."
"Since you can't be sure, why don't you try changing the topic to communicate with me? The Divine Blessing Knight is a good topic."
"The gangster is persistent. I will still destroy this armor...I will soak this armor in excrement water! A thousand years! Ten thousand years! Until it corrodes! What happens after that has nothing to do with me!
Cheap brother-in-law, please be a good boy, gangsters never bear the consequences!" Cohen took a step forward, his eyes locked tightly on the phantom's face: "No matter whether you disappear or get out of trouble, but you
You have to enjoy the taste of excrement first!"
"Really?" Although it was a phantom, when Cohen said this classic gangster theory, there were still some subtle changes in his eyes: "Then I wish you good luck, and I hope you can successfully complete your decision.
"
"Of course, the person who gave me this armor could not allow me to throw the armor into the toilet, or she would sense when the armor moved, or I would be stopped by her at the last moment. But, you are wrong again
." The gloom on Cohen's face was gathering: "The armor has been in this room for a long time, and I don't plan to move it, because... I can turn this room into a toilet, and, as the person who taught you to be a gangster, I
It should teach you the most vivid lesson."
"Once you suffer from hysteria, you, who once lived up to the name of the blessed knight, will be no different from a mortal." Phantom commented in a tone that did not concern himself.
Opposite him, Emperor Sibia had already put his hands on his belt, and unbuckled the buckle with a soft "pop" sound. This was an expression that could not be understood more clearly, and Phantom's eyes couldn't help but tremble - the former
The Blessed Knight, the Demon of Slaughter, if someone really peed on the armor he was wearing, the stimulation would be enough to turn him into the Demon of Slaughter again!
There was another "pop", and with a joking smile, Cohen pressed his fingers inward and buckled the belt again. This action not only did not relieve Phantom's mood, but made his eyes darken, showing a slightly vigilant look.
"First, I don't have any inventory now; second, taking off your pants to scare people is not what a gangster should do, at least gangsters don't take off their pants to scare men; third, you already know that this is not a threat, then my purpose has been achieved.
The smile on Cohen's face suddenly faded: "Don't act like a gangster in front of gangsters. People who have never been in the mud can't take advantage of gangsters. Why don't you try to change the topic to communicate with me? God
You Knight is a good topic."
"You are pretending just to take advantage of the rest of the discussion." Phantom replied, "But you seem to have forgotten that that is exactly what I am good at."
"What you said is wrong. You wanted to take advantage first. Otherwise, what would you be doing outside the armor? Looking at the scenery? I'm reminding you that the conversation is two-sided. I don't have to cooperate with you. You'd better be able to let me
Something satisfactory, otherwise, the result will be very pessimistic." Cohen smiled faintly: "Of course you can deceive the gangster, but the gangster is only one side of me... and the other side of me reminds me that the basis of the shadow's existence is actually not
It’s not the armor, it’s the light shining on the armor.”
"You are very smart." The phantom drifted back a little, and its outline became much clearer: "There is really no need to test each other."
"Since you have agreed to this, it means that we have basically reached an agreement." Cohen said: "Then, can you stop appearing in the appearance of - old man!"
"What awakened me was the curse in your body. The human being I am most familiar with in this world is you. If you feel it is not suitable, of course you can change it, but I currently do not have a spare appearance to replace it." Phantom said coldly.
Yiyi: "Although I have seen the appearance of other humans...will you become what you think is trash?"
"Just use your true face. Don't plagiarize other people's faces. No matter what you think, only by communicating with others with your true face can you be sincere." After a pause, Cohen said: "There are only two kinds of people who will not use your true face to express your sincerity."
When you see people for what they are, firstly, you are completely lost or doubting yourself, and secondly, you are faced with an extremely terrifying existence... If you are not these two types of people, what are you waiting for?"
"I don't belong to the two types of people you mentioned. The reason why I don't appear in my appearance is because I have had too many looks, but among them, there is no face that I like." The phantom shook.
Shaking his head, he whispered: "I can't remember the original appearance..."
"If I heard correctly, what you have is not the memory of a lifetime, right?" Cohen raised his eyebrows, took out a gem from his bag and threw it over: "There is an image in it, no matter who it is.
, I can’t even dislike this guy.”
Stretching out one hand, the gem was suspended in the palm of the phantom, which did not belong to the entity. His eyes were staring at the inside of the gem. After a long time, he raised his eyes and nodded slightly - just for a moment, the illusory shadows were layered layer by layer.
Stripped, the gorgeous blond hair, handsome face, and tall body appear in this ordinary living room!
It's so dazzling that people can almost forget that he is just an illusion.
"Your mother is really..." Cohen swallowed the second half of his sentence.
"I'm very satisfied with this appearance. I wonder if you are satisfied?" Facing Cohen, Phantom smiled faintly: "He is your friend?"
"Don't try to inquire about my personal affairs. It's futile." Cohen did not directly answer the phantom: "Okay, we can determine the basis of the conversation. You have what I want, and I have what you need. Everyone gets what they want."
need……"
"You don't seem to have what I need here." Phantom still had a faint smile on his face.
"Really? Ever since the eldest princess gave me the armor, it seems that you have planned everything, right? I won't guess what you are waiting for." Cohen smiled sincerely, even showing a rare hint of a smile.
A tooth: "You are the devil of killing. You have to keep killing. Although you have no body, you will not stop because you will use your wisdom and will to kill. But after all, you have lost your body... I have to
Admit, on this level, I have a genuine appreciation for you."
"It's hard for me to believe what you said." Phantom smiled and shook his head: "One moment you wanted to pee on the armor, but the next moment you have 'heartfelt appreciation' for me?"
"Is there any contradiction between despising people and appreciating will?" Cohen spread his hands: "In fact, I have always been accurate in seeing things."
"I believe you for the time being. You are right. I will indeed not give up killing." Phantom nodded: "However, this is not because I have a false reputation as a killing demon. Long before that, I had
Such a decision.”
"Seems like a tough decision." Cohen asked casually, "How long ago?"
"Use your imagination. I never count my days on my fingers." Phantom's smile showed a bit of coldness: "The reason for the decision to kill is not me, but the reptiles under my sword!"
"Reptile under the sword?" Cohen stretched out his hand, and the chair in the corner flew over: "You mean... human?"
"Not only the human race, but also the dragon race, elves, dwarves, and all those intelligent reptiles!" Until this time, Phantom had a bit of the same look as when he met Cohen that day: "They don't deserve to live on this land -
All will die!"
"What you are talking about is a race. We now collectively refer to them as human beings." Cohen pushed the chair in front of the phantom, took another one and sat down: "You have a huge impact area, please allow me to ask an old man
The problem with condoms...why?”
"Humans...humans...hahahahahaha!" Phantom did not sit down, but his laughter became longer and longer, higher and higher, and then stopped as if cut off by a knife: "Humans, in fact, are not as good as
Reptiles! Not only do they endlessly kill other races, they even attack their own kind - only humans can kill for the purpose of pursuing pleasure! Only humans can benefit from the killing of their own kind!"
The murderous demon, he suddenly transformed into a mixture of a philosopher and an anti-human radical, spraying out so much resentment at such a loud volume that the floor shook slightly.
"Stop!" Cohen looked back at the phantom, and it took him a long time to recover from the shock: "If you can still hear me, then I will tell you that all life will compete and kill each other. And human beings are social.
Yes, this kind of fighting between the same kind has started since the mother's womb."
"Competition... you think this is all natural! You think these human behaviors are noble!" Phantom's eyes at this time were sharp and vicious, but it could also be understood that it came from the heart.
"When the mother only has milk to feed one child, when the family only has the education to support one child, when the land can no longer feed all the people, you come back to me to talk about nature and nobility." Cohen did not avoid looking at the phantom.
He refused, with a heavy and steady tone: "Have you ever been poor? Have you ever been hungry? Have you ever had to feed the whole family with a small piece of bread? Have you ever had to use three feet of cloth to make cotton-padded clothes for the whole family in the winter?"
"You haven't, you have never experienced this. Your eyes only see the filthiest flaws in human beings, so you cannot understand what choice is and what competition is; your eyes cannot see other aspects of human beings, so you are finding
The evidence has previously identified human beings' guilt... There is nothing wrong. From a certain perspective, our human existence is based on death! All kinds of death!"
"However, in addition to killing, human beings also have more things wrapped in their bodies. The smile when killing is not necessarily because of the pleasure! There is also bitterness, fear, emptiness..." Cohen smiled bleakly, and his smile was heart-breaking.
Heart-wrenching: "We have been moving forward, groping, and struggling painfully among desires and commandments... Have other lives ever existed?"
"With these pale remarks, you cannot convince me or change the facts I have seen!"
"Young humans are afraid of the dark and seek shelter every night, but as adults they have to overcome fear every day to protect others. This is something called 'courage' that is common among humans." Cohen
Said: "Human beings are like this, why don't you come up with something similar to let yourself re-examine the life under your sword?"
"I don't want to convince you, I just let you know my opinion." Cohen raised his hand to interrupt Phantom's counterattack, shook his head and said: "Let's talk while seeking common ground while reserving differences. I don't want to force you to act according to my ideas, just like
You can't make me do what you want."
"It's a pleasure to talk to you." Phantom thought about it for a while, and his expression relaxed: "You are a thoughtful person."
"Then you have to be careful." Cohen replied with a smile: "When thoughtful gangsters gather together, they usually only produce evil things."
"This is a good prelude to the conversation." Phantom smiled truly: "Now I'm starting to wonder what exactly you want to ask me, especially after you understand my principles of action, do you still think that something will happen to me?
What good thing?"
"I suddenly thought of something. When I first put on this armor, you smiled at me in the water mirror." Cohen stretched out his hand and made a gesture of asking the Phantom to sit down.
: "There seems to be a lot hidden in this smile. I want to hear it... You know, I have admired the Demon of Slaughter for a long time. When you are told by others, it always feels unreal."
"Do you really want to hear it?" Phantom asked, "Maybe for you, that's not a pleasant thing."
"Those are your great achievements. Don't you want these things to be distorted or even buried in the dust of history, rather than tell them to someone who can understand you?"
"In that case." Phantom looked at Emperor Sibia from beginning to end and sat down again: "I will grant your wish."
Cohen smiled, with a calm expression on his face and an unruffled heart.
Because he had already thought about everything that needed to be considered carefully in advance, and just before he swung the war hammer for the first time - the arrival of the demon princess shrouded both Cohen and Sbia in a desperate predicament.
Unlike before, she didn't leave him any room for maneuver this time.
No matter what Cohen chooses, Sibia will definitely suffer this secret loss. If the demon clan cannot be removed from power, the eldest princess can make a famous move and fall out on the spot. She has been unhappy with Cohen for a long time, and Cohen will naturally not be able to escape. Maybe
They will still wait for a while - if Cohen did not exist, then all plans and ideas would be out of the question.
Facing the dark demons, Cohen was really helpless this time, because he didn't understand the intentions of the demons' coming, nor the eldest princess. In this situation, he couldn't even find anything to fight for.
direction.
When he was running out of ideas, Cohen obtained information about the Killing Demon from the former red priest.
Although he is just a phantom and cannot help him fight or negotiate, the armor was given by the eldest princess of the God Clan, which means that this phantom is related to the eldest princess of the God Clan, and the killing demon has also experienced the arrival of a demon... This is Cohen
The key to getting out of the predicament is because Phantom's understanding of gods and demons is exactly what Cohen has always lacked...
Therefore, Cohen's mood is unprecedentedly calm, because he is now just a perverted gangster and a thoughtful listener, not an emperor who is about to play against the dark demon princess... (To be continued)