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He was bold, but at this time, he couldn't help closing his eyes and turning his head away. His brother suddenly became so miserable, and his mood was naturally very uncomfortable. "Damn it, damn Tao Tie. If you have the guts, you should digest me. Otherwise, I, Saber Twelve, will swear that one day, I will kill you and avenge my brother!" Because Samuel had entered a meditative state and his eyes were closed, Saber Twelve and others mistakenly thought he was dead. But only Samuel knew that he was not dead. Even though Chaos Qi entered his body like tens of thousands of bugs drilling into his body and crazily biting the flesh and bones of Samuel, Samuel still persisted.

The lifeless body of soldiers surrounded her, and I could see how she slaughtered them brutally. "Kill her, kill her, kill her." I heard the crowds chanting loudly. Their voices were so high that they nearly damaged my eardrum. I look around, wondering who they were referring to. That is when my eyes meet with that of a man. No, he looks more like a beast than a man. He had scars running across his face, and he was huge like a chimaera. He had a spear in his hand which I am sure he was about to use to finish Kira.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

I know what will happen next, I already know. "Name: Watanabe Hikaru." It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Things I have prepared but my mind still can not handle. "Age: 45 years old." The man I am picking up now owns a hostel in Osaka. But behind that hostel covers the sale of paid women, making hentai videos and all sorts of other acts of coercion and threatening murder. "C-Cause Of Death: Accidental Death." I forced myself to finish reading even though I was trembling and could barely cope with the received memories. I took a deep breath before reading the last. "Time of Death: 9:45 am." It was there that the ground finally swallowed th

The man was covered in blood that oozed out of his neck that he has slit. We all looked silently at his dead body. While I was staring at him I saw a tattoo. This one stood out from all the black ink tattoos this one looked like a scorpion on his right hand, I looked closely at it. I even went forward and wiped the blood from the area to look at it closely. Adam came to see what I was staring at. I looked at him. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" I asked him

And the pain that started to spread through him now was similar to what he had felt back then. "So, you're the one who ordered someone to get rid of me," Sam said with a sharp grin. His eyes focused on his opponent, more intense and intimidating than before. He took off his black shirt, which was soaked with sweat. He immediately bandaged the wound. His muscular, well-built body was exposed, basking in the scorching sun. The Twin Dragons' tattoo was clearly visible on his left side. Several other tattoos adorned his body, along with numerous uncountable scars.

She stomp her feet on the ground as she couldn’t believe Ruby still didn’t die. “Wait, I still got my secret technique. I can kill her from here. No one will see me,” said Samantha. Samantha charged up her bow and arrow. On the arrow there was a deadly poison called bloodthirst. It will pierce Ruby’s heart and sap away her blood. Making her aged, wrinkle, and drying her up to where there is nothing left but bones. She will die looking like a hag and an ugly old woman. Samantha smiled as she shot the arrow towards Ruby.

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

He wanted to prove he wasn't someone I could screw over and walk away from. I crouched beside one of the bodies—it was a man in his late thirties, unfamiliar but he was clearly one of Marco’s. Blood still spilled from his temple where a bullet had torn through. I yanked his shirt open and found exactly what I was looking for—a tattoo of a coiled viper inked across his ribs. Marco’s men all had this mark. Just as I was about to rise, something vaguely familiar below his abdomen caught my attention and I looked closely noticing an inscription in Russian “Смерть предателям” (Smert’ predatelyam) – “Death to traitors”.

Samantha smugged while killing five warriors in a clean circle at once. I too wanted to help but fvck ! My body still felt too stiff and my arm was still in the process of healing back to its original state. Thankfully. “Is that a challenge on who kills more ?” Jax asked and we could hear the smirk in his voice. “If you are bold enough,” Samantha airily put. Ughh. These two were talking as if they had any other choice. Idiots. “Loser will get the word ‘Loser’ tattooed on his/ her forehead,” Jax dealt.