messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 155 Sunday

"Humanity."

Mammon looked at Chu, and turned her head slightly, her scarlet eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"If you let go now, I might be able to forgive your offense and give you a merciful relief."

Being held by a human, even if it is not arrogant, this behavior that offends its majesty makes it a little unhappy.

"So." Chu still looked very calm, raised his head and looked at Mammon: "Who told you again, I am human."

"Huh?" Mamen was stunned for a moment, and didn't immediately realize Chu's meaning.

But Chu didn't intend to give it time to react. The moment it was lost in thought, it let go of its hand, turned around and kicked it in the face of the falcon with a heavy leg.

Chu Chu's speed was so fast that Mammon had no time to dodge. It only had time to turn its right head, and then watched its left head being kicked until its face was distorted.

"boom!"

The airflow rolled away with a loud bang, Chu stood on the spot, and slowly lowered his raised calf.

Mammon turned over and fell into a cloud of smoke and dust.

Everyone stared blankly at Chu, and even Marchel, who was still re-studying runes, raised his head.

He was rather surprised to see this guy in a black dress standing not far away. In theory, there should be no one in this world who can compete with Mammon.

Although Mammon is not a demon king known for his strength, he is also one of the seven sinful demon kings, and his power is beyond doubt.

And the body in front of him is its real avatar, even if it doesn't have [-]% power, it has inherited most of its abilities.

Under such circumstances, someone was able to kick Mammon out, which was beyond his expectation.

Obviously, apart from Mammon, no one else heard what Chu said.

She is not a human being.

"Cough..." The sharp claw supported the broken wall, and Mammon walked out of a pothole, and the gravel fell from the wall with its movements.

It looked a bit embarrassed, the beak on the left head had been kicked and bent, the cheeks were swollen high, and the eyes could hardly be opened under the squeeze of the muscles.

The head on the right is also disheveled, it should have been damaged when it hit the wall.

"I don't care what you are."

Mammon straightened up with cold eyes, it had never been humiliated like this before.

"You will have to pay a terrible price for what you have done!"

As he said that, the wings behind it flapped, and a violent gust of wind rolled up in the airtight room, blowing away the dust that hadn't dissipated, and bringing its body into the air.

The merchants around screamed, they could hardly stand still under such a strong wind.

Chu stood in the wind and glanced at Mann's direction. He was staying next to the dwarves John and Jill, so he shouldn't be in too much danger.

After confirming Mann's safety, Chu turned his head and looked at Lorna who had just woken up from Mammon's spell.

"Leave the rest to me."

She was able to get rid of the so-called demon in front of her, because she felt that it was a kind of evil, as long as it was evil, she should be able to get rid of it.

"Are you okay?" Lorna asked worriedly.

"Don't worry." Chu pulled his white gloves and made a small gesture with two fingers.

"I should be a little better than him."

Lorna lowered her eyes helplessly. The fight with Mammon just now had made her aware of the gap between herself and the other party. Obviously, she couldn't help anything by staying here.

"Well, then you should be careful."

Tightening the sword in her hand, Lorna nodded at Chu, and stepped back.

She wanted to become stronger, looking at Chu who was standing in the strong wind, she had never thought so.

Seeing Lorna walking away, Chu then shifted his gaze back to Mamen who was still summoning the wind.

"Then now." Chu crossed his hands in front of his body, and moved a little.

"Let me take away your sins."

She hasn't had any real activities for a long time, and I hope this guy can be more durable.

"Ah!" Mammon's eyes were red, and she roared sharply, waving her hands, a strong gust of wind swept towards Chu.

But this gust of wind that could tear ordinary people apart only stirred the corners of Chu's clothes.

How should I put it, the violent wind summoned by Mammon is not small, and Chu can't deal with it so casually under normal circumstances, but these winds seem to be composed of a kind of evil, which is very subtle for Chu.

It was impossible for this strong wind to hurt her, but it made her feel a little more comfortable.

It's like ordinary people facing the breeze blowing on their faces.

In the wind, Chu slightly squatted down his body.

"Bang!" With the exertion of her legs, cracks appeared on the solid ground of the secret room, and the stone slab on the ground shattered with her as the center.

The ground shook violently, and Marchel was a little unsteady supporting his workbench. When he raised his head again to look at Chu, Chu had already disappeared in place, passed through the strong wind, and flew onto the ground. half empty.

Mamen, who was in mid-air, felt a chill in his heart, a figure had already appeared in front of him, and a pair of pitch-black pupils stared at it indifferently.

"Huh!" A hand broke through the wind, hitting its face at an unavoidable speed.

Damn!

Mammon raised his hands in a panic to stop him, but he didn't know why, when facing this guy in front of him, he couldn't fully exert his power at all, as if his own power was being blocked by the guy in front of him. People absorb the same.

"Bang!" Chu's fist collided with its arm. It was obviously a force that could be resisted, but Mammon felt that he could not stop it.

The body also flew upside down without any room for resistance.

Who is this guy?

Mamen fell into the air, her eyes fixed on the figure in the wind.

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something.

On the other side, Marchel, who had been looking at the two of them, also had some light in his eyes.

In the book he picked up, there was such a description of the messenger.

"Her left eye has a scar, and her pupils and hair are pitch black. She was born on the first day of the week, and she was also the first messenger, so God named her Chu, also known as Sunday."

"Oh, Lord..." Marcher murmured.

"I thought I had failed. Could it be that this is your gift to me?"

He looked at the figure in the air, as if looking at the most beautiful treasure in the world, with an obsessive smile on his face.

"boom!"

Mammon landed on the ground, stood up staggeringly, watched Chu lightly fall from the air, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"You, come from that land of nothing, right?"

What the god's will is doing, there are also some rumors among the demons.

It is said that it created a wasteland and created a messenger, but it thought it was just a rumor.

"Well, nice to meet you."

Facing Mammon's question, Chu lowered his body, looked at it quietly, and said so.

(End of this chapter)