Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 269 This damn world is too chaotic!

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Rango quickly interrupted Winnie who was about to speak, and protected her and the little slime above his head behind him, his eyes fixed on the figure that was slowly emerging from the darkness not far away.

A black cloak, a silver-grey tail that drags on the ground like a broom, and bare arms covered with sharp claws like beasts.

It's obvious that this guy is not human.

(Death Wolf, from the movie "Puss in Boots 2")
Rango looked at him for a while and was about to say something when a melodious whistle sounded from under the face hidden by the cloak.

"Well~Well~Well~"

As the cloak slowly slid off, a wolf head that looked a bit like Wayne poked out and looked at Rango with a teasing expression, "You look like you're going to take my nephews and nieces to do something dangerous."

Winnie whispered behind Rango: "He is the brother of Dad that I mentioned."

Rango nodded when he heard this, and looked closely at the wolf head revealed under the other's cloak.

Unlike Wayne's hair that was like a golden retriever under the warm sun, this man's whole body was covered with a silver-gray luster. Unless Wayne was trying hard, his temperament would be like that of an ordinary uncle. However, the guy in front of him was surrounded by an indescribable aura of death, which made Rango think of something not so good.

But he is Winnie and the others' uncle after all.

Then, a smile immediately broke out on Rango's face. "Sorry, I just want to invite Winnie and her brothers to visit my home. If you are worried, you can bring them to my home next time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Winnie and her more than 500 brothers became unhappy instantly. They shook their heads, widened their eyes, and looked at Rango expectantly.

Since they were born, they have been kept in captivity by Wayne. Their natural desire for freedom makes them yearn for the vast world outside. How could they easily give up this hard-won adventure opportunity?

However, the silver-haired werewolf on the opposite side seemed to ignore Winnie and the others, his eyes fixed on Rango.

"Rango Winchester, even though I'm hunting down ghosts all over the world, I've heard of your name many times."

The guy grinned, and there was a bit of kindness in his smile. "I'm not here to stop you from taking Winnie and the others away. I just want to invite you for a drink and talk about your plan for Satan. I'm very interested."

"Fake."

Rango and Teddy looked at each other and cursed silently.

He was just drinking, but he acted so scary.
Not long after, Rango returned to the Hotel Transylvania.

Winnie and her brothers have followed Teddy, along with the little slime and the ratatouille they stole from the kitchen and kidnapped.

Although the little Slime can't speak, like Winnie, he especially likes to hang out with Rango and the others.

Rango originally planned to send it back, but the little guy jumped directly onto Teddy's head and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried, so he just kept it with him in the end.

The house was already crowded, and now there are more than 500 wolf cubs...

When Rango thought of this, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. He could already imagine the confused expressions of Gloria and the others.

Wait, hundreds of wolves? How smelly would that house be?

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Rango shook his head, put the tainted question behind him, raised the glass in front of him and shook it, then looked at the silver-haired werewolf sitting opposite him.

This guy's eyes never left Rango's face since he came in.

He had no choice but to speak first: "You are Wayne's brother, what's your name?"

"Death."

"Wow. Cool."

Rango shrugged. Death Wolf? What a ridiculous name.

"It's Brother Dai Si. I've heard a lot about you." Rango smiled politely, then asked curiously, "What did you mean by what you said outside just now?"

Dai Si was playing with two gold coins in his hand and asked in a low voice, "You just said in the private room that you have teamed up with Lucifer. Is that true?"

Rango was a little surprised when he heard this. This guy was not in the private room, but he heard their conversation clearly.

Since the other party already knew about it, Rango didn't hide it anymore: "Not only Lucifer, this time the two big bosses of [Wood House], Quigmar and Old Joe, will also bring a large number of people and new weapons to deal with Satan together."

"To tell you the truth, Brother Dais, with them, me and my companions, we are 80% sure that we can kill that old guy Satan."

Dai Si grinned, and instead of denying Rango's words, he praised: "Your decision to take my nephews and nieces away is a wise one. Ordinary people cannot go deeper into hell without them."

Ok?
Rango was stunned. He took Winnie and the others away just to piss off Dracula. He didn't even intend to take them to hell.

What good can a bunch of wolf cubs do to get to hell?
At this time, Dais on the opposite side continued to speak slowly: "Although Lucifer's strength is still far behind Satan, with your joining, I think we should be able to make up for this gap and level the possibility of victory. However, have you ever thought, Rango, that although Satan's combat power is not the best among the ancient gods, he is almost unkillable. As long as all things in the world have evil in their hearts, Satan will continue to grow from nothingness."

After listening to Dais's words, Rango nodded secretly. Lucifer had already mentioned these views to him clearly a few hours ago in Los Angeles.

The most difficult thing to deal with Satan is his immortality.

He has almost no entity, fed by sin and evil thoughts, and his strength will continue to expand over time.

Seeing Rango lost in thought, Dai Si chuckled and asked, "It seems that you are a little shaken?"

"Shaken? No." Rango shook his head and answered seriously, "I actually know that I may not be able to kill him completely, but whether Satan dies or not is not important to me at all."

Dai Si showed a hint of surprise when he heard this: "So what you said in the private room just now was all to fool Dracula and my eldest brother?"

"Well... not entirely." Rango raised his palm, and the next second, a bright blue light instantly wrapped it tightly.

Dai Si, who had originally looked relaxed, became serious at this moment and looked at Rango opposite him vigilantly.

Although he didn't know the source of Rango's energy, even he felt a chill in his heart and his hair stood on end when he saw the blue fist!

"Satan is my target, but my goal is not just to destroy him." Rango looked at the blue light in his hand that was jumping like a flame, and his eyes became subtle. He didn't care whether the old guy Satan would be completely destroyed. He only cared about one thing from beginning to end - if Satan was absorbed, how many times could he summon...

"Forget it. I guess you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Let's see what happens."

The blue light retracted, and Rango waved his hand casually, took out a cigarette from his cigarette box, handed it to Dais, and lit it himself. He asked calmly, "But what I'm curious about is that Lucifer had to deal with Satan because he had no choice. When Satan reunified Hell, he would be the first to be liquidated. We in the wooden house dealt with Satan because we had a sense of responsibility. It was our duty to protect the world from being invaded by Hell. But what about you? What are you doing for?"

Rango raised his eyebrows and looked at this guy who obviously didn't look like a good wolf.

If Winnie hadn't said it herself, no one would have been able to tell that the guy opposite, who was emitting the aura of death, was actually Wayne's younger brother and Winnie's uncle.

Although I don't have much dealings with Wayne, it is not difficult to see from the few contacts that werewolf Wayne is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Like all the monsters in Hotel Transylvania, although he looks scary on the outside, he is actually a silly and good guy on the inside.

But the werewolf in front of him called "Death"... Let me put it this way, if he met this guy in another situation, Rango would definitely beat him to death without saying a word.

From this temperament, it is obvious that he has blood on his hands.

Dais took a light puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette butt seemed to be touched by magic. It instantly burned from the tip to the tail and turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted away.

He did not directly respond to Rango's question, but asked in a slightly meaningful tone: "I heard that you know something about Eastern culture, so do you know the saying of the soul-catcher?"

"Black and White Impermanence? Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Impermanence?" Rango looked at the guy strangely. He couldn't remember any ghost messenger in the oriental mythology being in the form of a werewolf.

A flash of surprise crossed Dai Si's face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He just asked casually, and never expected that Rango actually knew about this. After a short silence, Dai Si slowly said: "In fact, not only in the East, but also in the West, there are similar gods, such as the God of Death. And I am the God of Death walking on the edge of life and death."

Without waiting for Rango to ask, Dais continued: "The God of Death travels around the world, leading every departed soul to their rightful destination. Of course, in my spare time, I will also give necessary punishment to those who squander their lives."

At this point, Dais thought of something and spoke with interest: "On the way to Hotel Transylvania, I met a yellow kitten in England. The little guy lacked a clear understanding of his identity and behavior, and always did things that did not value his life. I taught him a lesson, hoping that he would be more sober-minded in the future."

After hearing this, Rango's expression became complicated.

So the werewolf in front of him named Dais is not only doing the work of the god of death, but also the work of the jigsaw. No wonder he is wearing a black cloak.
He seemed to have guessed where this werewolf came from.

Rango nodded and praised: "Interesting job, but you are a werewolf. Why do you take on the role of the messenger of the death god of hell?"

Dai Si smiled slightly, and seemed not to be in a hurry to answer. Instead, he threw the question to Rango: "What about you, Rango? How can an ordinary person master such an extraordinary blue fist power?"

Rango shrugged. "Because I'm not an ordinary person. My grandfather is a legendary exorcist in the Vatican. My parents were both leaders of the cabin. Although I don't want to admit it, as their child, nothing that happens to me is surprising."

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Seeing that this guy was speechless, Rango smiled and asked, "Are there many gods of death in our world? I think your work must be quite heavy. After all, countless people die every day."

Dai Si said in a relaxed tone, as if he was talking about something insignificant: "Maybe there were tens of thousands of them, but I have killed them all. Now, I am the only Grim Reaper left in the world."

"Waterfa?"

Upon hearing this, Rango was immediately surprised and speechless. No wonder there were so many ghosts and evil spirits in the world during this period of time. It turned out that there was a problem with the number of people in the Death Unit!

"Fuck. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Rango, who had been looking casual, turned serious. "Otherwise, I can only blame you for the increasing number of evil spirits in the world."

"Hahaha, don't be so serious, man."

When Des saw Rango's expression, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. He waved his hand and said, "This evil spirit that appeared in America has nothing to do with me. You should ask Lucifer about that. I am in charge of the European part."

"What do you mean?" Rango asked puzzled.

Dai Si was stunned for a moment, then he grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "It seems that you have some misunderstanding about my identity. I am not a subordinate of Satan or Lucifer. My boss is Sanatus, a capable subordinate of Hades, the god of the underworld, who is responsible for sending souls to the underworld."

"Since the gods went into hiding many years ago, before leaving, Sanatus transformed this power into tens of thousands of copies and scattered them around the world, looking for people with the potential to serve as guides, which is what you call the God of Death."

"And I am one of them. Oh, no, there is no such thing as one of them now, because all the people in the world who have the power of the god of death have died under my scythe. Now, I am the only god of death in the world."

After listening to this, Rango's hand holding the cigarette butt stopped in mid-air. It took a while before he slowly put it down and fell into deep thought.

After coming to this world for so many years, he only realized now that these so-called gods had such serious regional divisions that even the places where the dead went after death were different.

American Hell, European Underworld.
He wondered, if a native British person died on American soil, where would he be assigned?

It's impossible that there is an extradition agreement between Hell and the Underworld.

".Fuck, this world is too complicated!"

Rango cursed silently, then looked straight at the Death Wolf in front of him and stopped talking nonsense.

"So, why are you fighting Satan? Because Hades wants to expand?"

"Fuck no! What happens in the underworld is none of my business. I'm not Hades."

A hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "In these long thousands of years, I have been both a guide and a terminator of life. From ordinary humans to strange ghosts, even high angels and fallen demons, all have disappeared under my witness."

"However, when I carefully examined my 'collection' over the years, I regretfully discovered that a crucial character was missing - the Ancient God!"

As his words fell, the corners of his mouth slowly cracked, revealing a hideous smile, and he exuded a suffocating breath of death and despair.

"I'm going to use Satan's soul to add some color to my collection!"

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Rango looked at the Death Wolf in front of him with black saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth and his eyes full of determination. After listening to his lofty words, he just shrugged lightly and said, "That reason sounds good. We will wait for you at the Los Angeles Light Bar at twelve o'clock tomorrow night."

After saying that, he put out the cigarette in his hand without hesitation and stood up, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

His worldview had already been refreshed by countless adventures, but tonight's experience in Hotel Transylvania had undoubtedly brought him a new round of shock.

Just like he said, this damn world is too messed up!
(End of this chapter)