Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Now it's my turn to ask, how dare you, a dead soul, appear on the streets of Kazdel."

Whispers flowed, containing mockery and indifference.

At the same time, Zhuang Ning took a step forward and quietly dragged the tip of his sword across the ground.

The aura emanating from the sword was extremely slow. He did not seem to be in a hurry, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The darkness around the dead soul swelled, and the malice was as deep as the abyss: "Are you asking me? You, huh... a foreigner, following behind that ridiculous fake demon king... an evil person."

"Don't say such harsh words. Common sense shows that you are just a stray dog." Zhuang Ning said coldly.

Dead souls can attach themselves to mechanical structures.

During the Londinium War, it allowed huge airships to rise and fly across the sky and earth.

In Colombia, the dead soul called "Tin Man" is also serving the Melander Foundation, which is another topic.

To Zhuang Ning, dead souls are a particularly hateful enemy.

Londinium, the threat of the airship once caused turmoil in Rhodes Island, and the dead souls were extremely targeted at him and Amiya.

Even if we ignore his position, Zhuang Ning dislikes this person who repeatedly recounts his sufferings.

Everyone has their moments of glory. Tikaz has ruled Terra for thousands of years, but things have changed. Now that he is experiencing some hardship, he wants to drag the entire Terra down with him.

In addition, the Sarkaz - especially the high-ranking officials of the Royal Court - are basically quite human.

They revere bloodlines and belittle the weak, but they are unable to even fight back, and are destroyed time and time again.

The dead souls are the epitome of this arrogance, always expressing despair and showing history, but never repenting, just like a stray dog, barking wildly.

The dead soul obviously did not expect Zhuang Ning's arrival.

It still remembered Zhuang Ning's performance in Londinium and still had a deep fear of this doctor.

The burning airship that burst into violent explosions turned into dust with a trembling sound, and all the soldiers under his command were wiped out, without a single survivor.

Compared to himself, this doctor is indeed more like an evil spirit. He is ruthless and often uses devastating killing moves.

That has nothing to do with strength, but it is enough to allow Zhuang Ning to dominate the chess player's position.

Nowadays, the dead souls go out with missions, but they are not required to be attached to the organization. This is due to the requirements of covert operations.

Without structure, it is not complete. The dead souls would never dare to be careless and let down their guard against Zhuang Ning.

Therefore, it had to relax its control over Arturo and focus on looking at Zhuang Ning.

After observing for a long time, the dead soul came to a conclusion so bold that it was unbelievable to him.

This guy didn't bring any guards...

During the Londinium period, it was difficult for anyone to launch a surprise attack and behead Zhuang Ning.

As a commander, he is well aware of the principle that his identity should not be revealed, and he seldom shows up. In the end, due to Shining's betrayal, Zhuang Ning was dying. Since then, he has never shown up, lurking in the shadows the whole time.

And every time Zhuang Ning appears, it means a decline.

The Scavenger King, Manfred, the Shapeshifter, Tracys... Even though he was attached to a device that could coordinate the cameras of the entire Londinium and even Victoria, the Dead Souls had never discovered him on the battlefield.

The closest one came was the Shapeshifter, but the Shapeshifter was unable to track Zhuang Ning completely.

No wonder the dead soul showed fear the moment he saw Zhuang Ning.

However, this fear gradually turned into relief.

Looking around, there was no human figure in sight. The only person Zhuang Ning could rely on was this disgusting "Saint of Sakota".

But what about the saints? No matter how powerful the saints are, they cannot suppress the history of the dead souls. Carrying the sorrow of the Sarkaz for thousands of years is the most vicious medicine for the treacherous angels!

At this moment, Zhuang Ning is truly a loner.

As everyone knows, the doctor's body is fragile, which is almost a consensus. Zhuang Ning is also happy to do this. Every time he takes action, he is very secretive, and only a few people know of his ability.

So the second elder brother was tricked by him, and so was the Blood Demon Duke. The dead souls are essentially immortals, and they have corresponding arrogance, and they can't control their joy in their hearts.

What a wonderful opportunity, this is just a coincidence, it is fate, I guess the Doctor must have been forced to show up in person in order to save this Sakota.

Do you think you can scare me with your remaining power... The dead soul sneered. He had seen many similar bluffs and bravado, and thought he was good enough again!

The darkness gradually spread. Although the dead souls did not attach themselves to the body, they wanted to attack Zhuang Ning spiritually.

If you are hostile to such a person, you must never listen to his communication. Kill him and let the pardoner cut him into pieces to comfort the dead heroic soul!

The dead souls fired at full power, and layers of darkness enveloped Zhuang Ning.

The dead soul hopes to feel the emotion of fear from Zhuang Ning, so that the killing will be more fulfilling.

However, it is not as arrogant as it appears.

The dead souls were also afraid of the sword in Zhuang Ning's hand. They could tell at a glance that the sword was aimed at "souls" like themselves.

But powerful weapons need excellent users to show their power. What's the use of a mere doctor, a mere evil spirit - just a toy?

Come on, die!

Zhuang Ning’s thoughts on this are——

"That's really... amazing." He laughed.

Faced with the overwhelming movements, I found myself feeling ridiculous and waved my right arm.

Then the sword light flowed like the morning glow.

This is a weapon forged by Nian with his life's skills. Not even Sui Xiang dared to come into contact with the edge of this sword.

The dead soul must be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, how dare he bump into me directly?

"Ahhhh...!"

The teeth-grinding voice echoed mournfully.

Zhuang Ning would not be so relaxed facing any kind of royal court, but for the dead souls that were not attached to external objects, he was now the natural nemesis of death.

Zhuang Ning continued to swing his sword, slashing left and right. The screams of the dead souls were as shrill as a banshee:

"You, it's impossible... When did you become so powerful..."

"It's the sword in your hand, that sword!"

"Shut up." Zhuang Ning said coldly, "I allowed you to talk, trash?"

He stepped on the darkness with his feet.

The dead soul struggled angrily, but in thousands of years, no one dared to humiliate it like this.

What's more, this is just a small area——

"You Sarkaz are really interesting. You always like to look down on others." Zhuang Ning sighed softly, "You are not good at anything except discrimination."

To be honest, Zhuang Ning felt really sick.

Whether it is the Pardoner, the Blood Demon Lord, or even more lords of the royal court.

The long years did not make their minds more thoughtful, but only increased their arrogance.

Just an inferior race... Zhuang Ning had heard similar remarks many times.

It's ridiculous.

Even Zhuang Ning occasionally showed respect to some beings in this world, such as the old Taoist priest of Yan Country, the beast lord Anma who guarded Sami, and even the Lord of the Cyclops Royal Court who could foresee the future and was still determined to guard the fire of civilization.

We are both Sarkaz, so why can't we learn from them?

He always talks about the cruelty he has seen, but never reflects on it.

Even worse than Theresa and Theresis, they just shouted hatred.

Zhuang Ning put more strength on his toes, lowered his eyes, and raised his sword high.

His eyes were cold and he even lost the patience to talk more.

The dead soul roared angrily, and a large area of ​​darkness dissipated and evaporated, and the darkness that gathered again seemed to be much weaker invisibly.

The Dead Souls are not the Royal Court, but a special race. Their long lifespan allows them to get a glimpse into the history of the Sarkaz, but the Dead Souls are not immortal and are obviously much weaker.

It let out a hoarse breath, and there was obvious fear in its eyes as it looked at Zhuang Ning.

What's wrong with this man? Why can I clamp him? Why can't my magic affect him? !

There are so many questions.

Zhuang Ning seemed even more impatient. Just as he was about to step forward, the dead soul roared, "Wait!"

"What are you waiting for?" Zhuang Ning cooperated.

The dead soul laughed hoarsely: "I can spread the projection of history and drive the Sarkaz in an entire block crazy."

It took Zhuang Ning several seconds to realize that this was a threat.

Generally speaking, in addition to recording suffering, dead souls also have the ability to reveal suffering.

So he easily subdued Arturo. In the eyes of the dead souls, this so-called saint was vulnerable.

What if this ability were to spread to an entire area?

The Sarkaz dominated by hatred will immediately fall into chaos, and Kazdel, who has finally stabilized, will collapse. The dead souls use this to threaten Zhuang Ning to let him go.

The thinking seemed to take a long time, but it didn't take Zhuang Ning too long to react.

But the way he looked at the dead souls was even weirder, as if he didn’t understand the logic at all.

"You want to use the residents to control me?"

He sneered, "You keep shouting about revenge, but your methods are even lower than mine."

"This is a necessary sacrifice." The dead soul looked fierce.

Zhuang Ning nodded: "In short, you think I'm a good person, or you think I have to point a gun at you if I want to maintain this order, right?"

"But this is strange. You are threatening them. What does it have to do with me?"

The curve of Zhuang Ning's mouth became more exaggerated. "Does he really look like a fool?"

The dead soul felt that his whole body was dominated by a chill.

Although it had no organs that could sense the cold, the dead soul became more and more... fearful when it saw the man's eager expression.

its not right!

Why don't you follow the script? Why...

It turned and tried to run, at the same time doing what it had just said, calling out a huge despair.

The anger of the dead souls came from the heart, and their roars were extremely ferocious!

But before that, the sword had already caught up. The tip of the sword, like lightning, penetrated into the darkness, and Zhuang Ning danced gracefully, slashing at the souls.

He laughed like a child, completely ignoring the chaos in the city.

He really didn't care at all about what the dead souls did, and he didn't feel any burden at all.

Not only that, the dead souls even have absurd ideas.

Could it be that this man welcomes the dead souls to drag more and more people into this?

The fear of death interrupted the dead soul's thinking, and when it came to its senses, its existence gradually faded.

No!

If it continues like this, it will die soon.

While torturing him brutally, Zhuang Ning did not forget to mock him verbally.

He buried a sword into the eyes of the dead soul and murmured with a smile, trying his best to be kind: "In the final analysis, you really make me feel ridiculous."

"Sarkaz, a homeless man, started off with a great win, played a good hand badly, and still have reason to cry out for misery?"

"How many years have passed? Has your nature changed?!"

"How long have the gods and their people been buried? You are still lingering on."

"You look so aggrieved, haha...haha, but how can you be so aggrieved, you dead soul!"

The dead soul roared angrily and struggled to break free from Zhuang Ning again, like a candle in the wind, its shapeless body twisted strangely.

It wanted to refute and rebuke, but this person had indeed witnessed countless hatreds, and even so, he still spoke with a high-sounding attitude.

He didn't care about the casualties at all, and even felt that it was not enough, and wanted to fan the flames...