Madam, I like you.

　The scene before her was so strange that the purple-haired girl felt a chill in her body and took a step back involuntarily.

　.

　"The night is still long. Go on, kill me with those scissors of yours. As many times as you want, I'm happy to accept it. This will prove that my body is far from reaching its limit and there is still room for improvement! I haven't reached the level of a perfect creature yet! Use your scissors to teach me this!"

　"Tell me about the possibility of super dangerous species in this world!"

　Click-click

　With the bullet loaded, Mo Yankong held the submachine gun that belonged to this world and had just been confiscated from the torture chamber in one hand, and pulled the trigger at the purple-haired girl holding the huge scissors imperial weapon.

　The sound of gunfire shattered the quiet of the corridor, and all the bullets poured down upon the girl's enormous scissors. Due to the size of the scissors, they could act as a giant shield when slightly unfolded.

　Sparks flew everywhere, and the bullet didn't even leave a tiny scratch on the side of the scissors.

　After firing a blank, Mo Yankong threw away his gun and walked closer with a sneer.

　The purple-haired girl removed the protective shears and, with a flick of her hands, transformed the giant scissors into a pair of swords. She strode towards Mo Yankong, muttering to herself, "If even if my body is broken into pieces, I still can't guarantee I'll kill you, then I'll repeat this process a million times until I die."

　Mo Yankong continued walking and replied with great interest, "That's really exciting."

　Ten meters

　five meters

　Three meters

　Mo Yankong suddenly raised his hand, holding a huge revolver in his hand, with the black muzzle pointing at the girl's head.

　Swish!

　A cold light flashed, and the sharp blade of the scissors cut off Mo Yankong's arm holding the gun. The girl's gentle eyes completely transformed into a fierce murderous intent, and she regarded Mo Yankong as an enemy that must be eliminated.

　Blood splattered, Mo Yankong laughed loudly, and with his other hand he took out an ordinary pistol and pulled the trigger continuously.

　Ding Ding Ding!

　The bullet hit one half of the girl's scissors. Each half of the separated scissors was like a giant sword, but in the hands of the purple-haired girl, it was as light as a feather. She attacked and defended at the same time, and her progress was smooth.

　"Oh——"

　Mo Yankong whistled, and his body and head were cut off by the two swords.

　The blood-red shadow pulled Mo Yankong's body back, and the self-recovering arm took out a huge revolver from the blood-red shadow and fired continuously.

　Bang bang bang!

　The chandeliers, glass windows, vases, floors, ceilings, and wherever the quilts were hit by bullets, a fist-sized hole was left behind and fragments flew everywhere.

　The purple-haired girl rushed forward towards the sound of gunfire, and the bullets, which were as powerful as those of a rifle, hit the side of the scissors, splashing violent sparks.

　The girl cut off Mo Yankong's right hand with another blow. A cold light burst out, and Mo Yankong slashed at the girl with his sword in his left hand.

　Keng!

　The blade exploded, and the terrifying force shattered the blade. The girl was pushed back a few steps by this force, and looked up at Mo Yankong in surprise. It was the first time she encountered someone who could suppress her with bare hands.

　Little did they know that Mo Yankong was just playing around. Not to mention the power of the Dead River and Ripples, he hadn't even used one tenth of the perfect creature's physical fitness. As long as Mo Yankong thought about it, he could achieve absolute suppression in terms of skills and strength.

　"Yes, it made me enjoy it a bit."

　Mo Yankong laughed softly, and pulled out two swords from the blood-red shadow with his hands again. These weapons were all collections that Mo Yankong bought while traveling around the world in "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure".

　The flash of the sword and the sound of the gunshots created an absolute suppression, and the purple-haired girl could not move forward.

　Chop! Slice! Cut! Smash! Stir!

　The purple-haired girl tried all her attacks, but none of them worked. Mo Yankong's body recovered from injuries that would have been fatal to an ordinary person in less than a second.

　Can't be killed! Can't be cut! Can't be smashed!

　Mo Yankong swung his sword, and the blade flashed towards him. This time, the purple-haired girl learned her lesson and turned the blade towards Mo Yankong, using the sharpest blade as the hardest shield.

　The knife hit the sharp edge of the scissors, like tofu hitting a kitchen knife, breaking into two pieces. The purple-haired girl seized this breathing space, swung half of the scissors, pierced Mo Yankong's heart, and nailed Mo Yankong's body into the wall.

　boom! boom! boom!

　In order to avoid the bullet, the girl had no choice but to give up retracting half of the scissors and stepped back.

　Blood flowed from the blade of the scissors. Mo Yankong grabbed the scissors, pulled them out, and threw them on the ground.

　"Huff-huff-huff-huff——" The retreating girl gasped slightly, and the fullness of her chest rose and fell. She had used up more than half of her physical strength, but she still saw no possibility of winning.

　"Perhaps only Akame's imperial weapon has a chance of defeating an undead monster like this. We should retreat now."

　The imperial sword Murasame can kill any life it strikes, and only the curse of the sword can devour Mo Yankong's immortal body.

　This was a natural thought, but when the purple-haired girl began to think of quitting, the game came to an end.

　As she took a step forward, a terrifying aura overwhelmed her body, swallowed up her consciousness, and made her unable to move.

　It's fear! Humanity's fear of the unknown, of non-human things, of the sum of all living things, of the creature that transcends all living things!

　Half of the scissors fell, and the purple-haired girl fell limply to the ground, holding her hands and looking at Mo Yankong who was walking step by step from the other side of the corridor with trembling shoulders. Behind Mo Yankong, a blood-red shadow surged continuously, and hundreds of eyes opened to stare at the purple-haired girl.

　Of course, it is impossible for a perfect creature to suppress the human spirit. What suppressed the girl's consciousness and made her body unable to move was the standard ability of the Dead River.

　An illusion of power.

　"What's wrong? Are you planning to end this game now?" Mo Yankong walked up to the purple-haired girl and sneered.

　The purple-haired girl moved her lips but couldn't say anything.

　Mo Yankong glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window not far away. The tables and chairs were all broken, as was the bottle of red wine he brought from the world of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. He sighed with displeasure, "Unfinished fun will only make people unhappy, so I don't want to join in."

　If I were to describe the feeling, it would probably be like the bald caped hero dreaming of fighting the Underground King for three hundred rounds, experiencing the excitement of battle again, but after waking up he found that the Underground King was just a weakling who could be defeated with one punch.

　Chapter 169 I hit myself!

　Mo Yankong picked up the scissor-shaped imperial weapon [Sever All Things in Two – Soul-Stirring] on the ground, flicked the blood off the blade, and looked at the purple-haired girl lying on the ground with a half-smile: "I'm giving you a piece of advice. It's best not to move around. Otherwise, I'm not sure if I can damage your vital organs."

　The purple-haired girl asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"

　"You don't seem to care much about your situation."

　"After joining the Night Raid, I became aware of the need for sacrifice."

　"Sacrifice? No, I won't kill you this time, but I won't let you get away in vain either."

　He grabbed the girl's hands and pressed her body against the wall. With his other hand, he held a half pair of scissors and pointed it at her abdomen, stabbing it mercilessly. The half saw blade penetrated the girl's body, and the sharp blade was completely inserted, leaving only the handle.

　"Ugh..." The purple-haired girl moaned in pain, her body trembling, and blood bloomed like a plum blossom on her purple cheongsam.

　"Stay like this until the end of the game. If you don't do anything rash, your life won't be in danger. Once you try to break free or pull out these scissors, you will die from excessive blood loss in a few minutes." Mo Yankong said in a light tone.

　If the purple-haired girl in front of him really did that, Mo Yankong would not save her for the mission reward.

　Mo Yankong has a good impression of the protagonist Tatsumi, but it is different for Night Raid.

　From the beginning, if Leona, a member of Night Raid's organization, had not deceived Tatsumi about the reward for hunting dangerous species, Tatsumi would not be living on the streets. Moreover, knowing about this sadistic family, Night Raid had no solution to deal with Tatsumi's unexpected existence.

　Leone, a member of the Night Raid who achieved the effect of fighting violence with violence by indiscriminate killing and even cheated Tatsumi of his money, did not rescue Tatsumi and Akame immediately to explain the situation when she saw the confrontation between him.

　If Tatsumi hadn't had the wooden sculpture given by his village chief to block Akame's knife, Tatsumi would have ended up like his companions imprisoned by the sadistic family, dying before he could accomplish his mission.

　Therefore, Mo Yankong did not think that there was anything wrong with the way he treated the purple-haired girl. In Mo Yankong's eyes, such an organization that robbed other people's property and killed innocent civilians was the same as this sadistic family.

　The purple-haired girl gripped the handle of the scissors, struggling to support her body.

　Mo Yankong brought a table and chairs from his own dead river, placed the table in front of the girl, and put a glass on it to catch the blood dripping from the scissors that were inserted into the purple-haired girl's abdomen.

　I sat on the chair with my legs crossed, facing the quilt and the floor-to-ceiling window that was shattered by bullets, and continued to watch the battle in the courtyard.

　-

　Gunshots?

　Sayou turned her head in confusion and looked towards the second floor, concentrating her attention on listening to the movements there.

　"Is this the time for you to be distracted!?" Leone, a member of the Night Raid, roared angrily. The deep roar had a faint animal characteristic. When Sayu was dazed for a moment, he seized the opportunity, kicked his legs on the spot, and attacked like a cannonball. The beast's claws grabbed Sayu's head and slammed it to the floor.

　boom!

　The marble floor was shattered by the huge impact, and Sayou's head was smashed like a watermelon, with blood flowing into the spider-web-like cracks.

　"finally···"

　"Hoo-hoo-hoo-what kind of monster is this! But I finally killed it!" After smashing Sayu's head, Leona sat down on the ground and gasped for breath. Her golden vertical pupils showed signs of disintegration. She relied entirely on overloading the functions of the imperial weapon to enhance her physical fitness and was able to barely fight Sayu to a draw.

　This study room revealed the intensity of the battle between the two. No, it couldn't be called a study room. The wall connecting to the side hall had completely collapsed, and more than half of the wall facing the corridor was gone. The floor was littered with shattered furniture, bookcases, and book fragments.

　Most of the pages of the book were stained with blood. This blood belonged to Sau. During the battle, Leona severely injured Sau several times, but was never able to kill her.

　Leone was extremely skeptical. Was the black-haired girl in front of him truly human? Even a super-dangerous creature wouldn't have such abnormal recovery abilities. Even Brad, wearing the renowned defensive Imperial Gear [Demon Haunting - Operational Armor], couldn't withstand such a beating.

　During her break, she looked over at the Dead River Apostle, who was still sitting by the door. This strange creature hadn't moved at all, not even when she'd smashed Sayu's head. The strangeness of its presence filled Leona with a deep sense of unease.

　"What a heartless creature."

　Since this dog-like creature had no intention of attacking, the exhausted Leone did not dare to provoke it rashly.

　"The mission is complete, the main targets have been successfully assassinated. Now we are almost out of the mission completion time set by the boss, so it is better to retreat as soon as possible." Leona was about to stand

　She got up, but the headless corpse in front of her got up before her. Under Leone's horrified eyes, the blood flowed back, the flesh reorganized, and the head that she had smashed was restored bit by bit.

　The resurrected Sayou immediately looked towards the Dead River Apostle and asked doubtfully, "The direction of the sound is the second-floor corridor where the master is..."

　The Dead River Apostle did not move, and Sayou seemed to understand what it meant.

　Leona's expression was extremely ugly. It was clear that he didn't take her seriously. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you never taken me seriously from the beginning?"

　"Yes, I was just playing with them before. Now it's time to show some strength." A light golden energy emerged from Sayou's body. The inner layer was like a burning flame, and the outer layer was golden thunder. A majestic ripple force burst out.

　Sayu's physical characteristics are similar to those of the Pillar People, but she does not have the Pillar People's weakness of being afraid of sunlight. When such a strong body stimulates the power of ripples and combines with it, the change in strength must at least be calculated by exponentiation.

　"hateful!"

　Leone growled while gritting his teeth. His teeth became sharp, and his body once again took on animalistic features. His arms were covered with golden hair, and he kicked his legs and charged towards Sayu.

　Leone felt deeply powerless against a monster that could revive even with its head smashed.

　Swing in the air

　Sau's body disappeared from her sight, and Leone's enhanced eyes couldn't even catch Sau's movements this time.

　"So fast!"

　Unable to see Sayou's movements, her animal instinct vaguely sensed the breath above her head. Without time to think, she retracted her hands and crossed them to protect her head.

　The ripples gathered at Sayu's legs and gently tapped Leona's arms, using her body as a springboard to land lightly.

　boom!

　The power of the ripples exploded, forming a shock wave that penetrated Leone's body and took control of it.

　"Then please beat yourself up with all your might." Sayou said with a wicked smile.

　Ripples are life. Caesar once used the power of ripples to control a woman's body and defeat Jojo. For creatures that have never been exposed to ripples, the guiding effect of ripples is irresistible.

　His sharp claws were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, his hair standing on end, and he used all his strength to the point that veins in his arms were exposed and his muscles bulged.

　Leone watched helplessly as his fist slowly moved towards his face. "How could this happen? My body... my body is out of control!"

　boom!

　The thick and heavy punch was like a slap on the head, knocking Leone's consciousness unconscious. Her arms couldn't control herself and punched her face repeatedly. Her body was beaten back by the powerful force, smashing the wall of the study and falling in the courtyard.

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　Chapter 170: Lair

　In the messy corridor on the second floor, Mo Yankong asked calmly, "What's your name?"

　Of course Mo Yankong knew her name, he just wanted to find a topic to chat about.

　"..."

　"That's strange. Based on the measurements taken on your body, your lungs shouldn't be damaged."

　"Hill." The purple-haired girl, whose body was nailed to the wall by the sharp blade, answered softly.