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Chapter 389 Tired, Destroy (22)

"I am dead?"

The missionary opened his eyes again and saw a ceiling he had never seen before.

"No, you're alive again."

A cold voice, as if echoing from the sea, sounded beside him.

The owner of the manor looked up and saw the face of the man wearing tattered captain's clothes and a captain's hat.

His face was numb, like a zombie.

"Why did you save me?" The missionary was not at all happy about being resurrected.

What he experienced in the past two days was completely unimaginable in the previous decades.

Forget about death.

Superman is back.

Finally, even the demons appeared.

In particular, the Hell Mantra was destroyed, and the S-level evil ghost torturer was beaten to death by the oriental man named Zheng Zha.

After the evil spirits were killed again and again in front of him.

The missionary no longer wanted to live.

Not interesting.

tired.

Destroy it.

A few years ago, he was just an ordinary priest in the Italian countryside.

After participating in an exorcism mission, he unexpectedly encountered a real evil spirit. The exorcism failed and no one survived in the apartment.

Except for him who controls the evil spirit.

At the beginning, he thought it was God's reward for his years of devout service, and that he would fight against evil spirits for ordinary people and imprison many evil spirits.

But in the end, he discovered that there was no God in this world, only countless evil spirits.

He is on the verge of a ghost reviving.

He was desperate.

I began to doubt myself, betray the church, and question God.

He no longer cared about the evil spirits and became the only king on the island of Sicily.

Later, the captain appeared, and at his invitation, the missionary naturally joined the King's organization and became one of the elders.

Memories of the past keep coming back.

When did I gradually become like a ghost?

The missionary had forgotten, and even the memory of those innocent and happy days as a priest in that country church was a little hazy.

"For people like us, death is the best relief." He said softly, and at this moment he actually regained a trace of fatigue that only a normal human being could have.

The missionaries who were killed and resurrected repeatedly in a short period of time have become completely disheartened.

The captain ignored the missionary's complicated emotions. As a conscious ghost, the rules and tasks were engraved in his deepest mind.

"In the end what happened?"

"Why are all the kings of America dead?" the captain asked coldly.

He was clearing out the remnants of the Knights in Europe, but he didn't expect that the King's organization in America suffered a major blow.

When he received the gentleman's message and rushed back to America, it was too late.

He only saw the horrible light that tore apart the manor, the earth, the sky, and the evil spirit.

The Captain should have fought those men.

But he backed off.

He felt real fear.

Evil spirits should not feel fear.

But at that moment, both the human and the evil spirit parts of his consciousness felt the fear of death.

He did not show up, only to snatch back the dead missionary.

"A butcher, a cowboy, a landlord, twins, a manor owner, a gentleman, and a godfather. In such a short period of time, seven kings have died." The captain spoke word by word, without any emotion in his tone.

"Including you, that makes eight."

"What on earth happened? Who is the enemy?!"

Although it was in his plan, this group of king ghost riders were also obstacles that he had to remove.

But not now, and certainly not to be wiped out by some inexplicable enemy.

The king was supposed to have died in the battle with the Eastern Ghost Rider.

The last strength of human ghost riders should be destroyed in internal strife!

"Because they showed up." The missionary struggled to get up and looked out the window with lifeless eyes.

"Who?!" The captain looked at him.

"I don't know, Superman, alien, magician, qigong master?"

The missionary responded coldly.

"And the demons that crawled out of hell."

"You can just ask them."

The captain paused and said slowly, "Absurd!"

Even the evil ghost's cold mind felt a moment of disbelief!
How can there be aliens, supermen, magicians and demons in this world!
"Since there are evil spirits and these extraordinary powers, it's not impossible."

The missionary looked indifferent.

"The reason why humans haven't been wiped out by evil spirits in history may be because of supermen. They are the saviors, and we are just villains who succumb to the evil spirits."

He has come to terms with it. Whatever happens to the world, the King's Organization, or the Ghost Riders, it has nothing to do with him. He just wants to die in peace.

"Tell me everything." The captain did not care about the missionary's negative attitude.

"I met them while I was following the footsteps of Death with the butcher and the cowboy." The missionary shared his experience again.

Including what abilities the other party has, how to break into the horror apartment and kill everyone, and how to break into the horror manor and kill the two kings in seconds.

After hearing the missionary's information, even though the captain was a real evil spirit, he felt like his brain was shutting down.

Outrageous, yet somehow reasonable.

The missionary, who had informed everyone of the information, lay back down again.

"Okay, now that you know the information, let me die quickly."

The captain said nothing, but glanced at the missionary with cold, dead eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

For the first time, he felt confused and couldn't help but question himself.

who am I?
where am I?
Where am I going?

What is the meaning of the existence of evil spirits? To kill people.

He never considered why he killed people.

Because in this world, evil spirits and humans are naturally on opposite sides.

But if there are other extraordinary races in this world.

For example, aliens and Kryptonians.

Where is their ecological niche?

How should evil spirits get along with them?

Evil spirits, should we kill these new populations?

When it comes to human beings, is it judged based on genes or consciousness?

The captain was a little confused.

A humanoid robot triggers the killing pattern, so should the evil spirit kill him?
He should be killed.

But if a non-humanoid robot loaded with the same program triggers the killing pattern, should it be killed?

The logic seems to be a bit buggy.

The missionary, who had been lying there for a long time, opened his eyes again and looked at the captain who still hadn't taken any action.

"Captain, we have known each other for a long time, but I still don't know your name."

The captain did not answer. He was a ghost. Even if he had a name, it was the name of the person who had previously controlled this body.

"Forget it, Captain." The missionary shook his head.

"Why don't you do it?"

"Death is a relief for me."

The captain said nothing, but turned and left the room.

He did not want to kill the missionaries.

It's not just that he didn't trigger his own killing pattern.

But he didn't want to kill the missionary in his own mind. "You are such a rigid person. You are more like a human being than a person."

The missionary said helplessly.

"You're more like a ghost."

The captain paused.

A terrifying headless ghost covered in blood suddenly appeared beside the missionary. Its hands were like spliced ​​animal claws, and it grabbed towards the missionary.

The missionary's chest was torn open, revealing his rotten internal organs.

"you?"

The missionary did not hide, he was just a little confused as to why the captain wanted to kill him again.

But he won't have an answer.

The evil spirit swung its claws again, tearing the missionary into pieces.

Then, the evil ghost opened its huge mouth and swallowed the missionary's remains mouthful by mouthful.

The sound of bones breaking continued, but the captain still did not look back.

Until the sound disappeared and only a pool of blood remained in the room.

Kill all humans and ghost riders who discover that they are evil spirits.

This is also a rule engraved deep in his core.

Outside the room, an old woman with wrinkles on her face dressed in Western clothes and a weird-looking clown were waiting for the captain.

"His information is credible," the old woman said in a grim tone.

Although it was a question, it was stated calmly in a very cold voice.

"It's true, I saw that light." The captain said slowly.

"They can destroy us."

The captain's dead eyes slowly turned and rested on the old woman.

The old woman fell silent. It was obvious that even a conscious ghost could not accept this reality for a while.

If evil spirits can be killed, then what is the difference between them and humans?

"We have other means." The clown laughed.

Its laughter does not come from itself, but also belongs to a kind of killing rule.

If there were ordinary humans here, they would involuntarily become the ghost slaves of the Soul-Breaking Clown as soon as they heard the laughter.

"We can let the mortal spirits lock onto them." The clown held a photo in his hand.

This is a photo taken by a satellite as soon as the Zhongzhou team appeared on the field.

Others are very vague.

But the figures of Zhuang Boshi and Zheng Zha were very clear.

"This is the image processed by the photographer." The Soul-Breaking Clown stated with a strange laugh.

"In an effort to capture their images, the photographer suffered a supernatural backlash and is now trapped within the photograph."

"The missionaries said that the curse of death cannot kill them," the captain continued.

"At least both of them can use their bodies to resist the laws of killing and then kill the king."

The old woman fell silent, and the Soul-Broken Clown stopped laughing strangely.

Although they are ghosts, their wisdom and IQ are not beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Even worse than some highly intelligent humans.

Originally, it was only because of the immortality and terrifying killing patterns of evil spirits that they were able to completely suppress humans.

But what if there is another creature that can kill evil spirits?

Do they have any other advantages?

"There are eleven of them," the old woman said after seeing the blurry figure in the photo.

The captain paid no attention to the other people in the image. "There's no need to deal with the others. These two pose the greatest threat."

"The others, at the moment, don't seem to be as good as the evil spirits."

This is the limitation of evil spirits. They have human consciousness, but their thinking is often difficult to change.

Even because of the restrictions of the rules, it will be like a ghost, staring at someone and it will be difficult to change the target unless it kills the person.

Now the captain, the old woman, and the Soul-Broken Clown have made Zhuang Boshi and Zheng Zha their first targets for attack.

The rest of the people are not important at all in their eyes.

"Next, we need to continue attacking them." The Soul-Breaking Clown continued, and the question sentence was still a statement.

"They can be killed." The old woman said hoarsely.

"Since even we can die, there is no such thing as immortality in this world."

"It's simply that the level of horror of the attack wasn't high enough."

The captain said: "Next, we need to use ghost calls, Pinocchio, ghost churches and other evil spirits to attack them."

"Testing their limits."

The Soul-Broken Clown and the old woman were looking at him.

These three evil spirits have a small damage range, but their killing patterns are extremely terrifying.

They are so terrifying that even a ghost would not easily provoke them.

For the captain, using these three evil spirits will also cost him a great price.

"The Ark Project cannot fail." The captain said coldly.

The old woman said hoarsely, "But our preparations are not sufficient, and the loss of the King's Organization in North America is very detrimental to our plan."

"That's the reality," said the captain.

"If we confront them head-on, we are probably no match for them."

"But as long as the Ark Project is implemented, we will have an army of at least 100,000 evil spirits. By then, my strength will be enhanced to the limit, and no human will be able to stop us."

"Once these evil spirits land on China's territory, we will use that place as a base and blow the horn of doom to the people of the world, triggering a flood that will destroy all of humanity."

"No matter how strong they are, they will not be a match for the countless evil spirits!"

"Wait." The Soul-Breaking Clown raised his head and said, the shadows of clowns appeared one after another around him.

“The variables have increased.”

the captain asked coldly.

"That Qin from the East is still interfering with me. I can only capture some fragmentary images." The Soul-Breaking Clown continued.

As a real evil ghost, his supernatural power is infinite invasion, compared to Meng Xiaodong's infinite invasion.

The supernatural power of the Soul-Broken Clown began from the moment he gained the consciousness of a ghost.

Keep invading the future.

The Soul-Breaking Clown of today is just the Soul-Breaking Clown of the past who keeps invading the corpse of the Ghost Rider and controlling this body.

The despair is that the moment the Soul-Breaking Clown gained consciousness in the past, future ghost riders, no matter who controls its spirit, will become pathetic carriers of human ghosts.

There was no hope of escape.

But his supernatural powers were restrained by Old Qin, so as long as Old Qin was alive, he could not completely invade the future.

"In the future, our Ark plan failed because that group of people went to the East." The Soul-Breaking Clown laughed strangely.

The captain and the old woman's cloudy eyes paused for a moment.

The Joker continued, "I only saw seven figures whose faces I couldn't clearly see."

"Countless broken ghost corpses are being trampled under their feet. Your ghost ship is in tatters and is about to disappear."

Evil spirits have no concept of life and death, but since the Soul-Breaking Clown uses the word "dead" to describe it, it means that the evil spirit is truly dead.

The captain was silent. Seven people.

"My perspective was fixed on the ship at that time. I couldn't move and could only watch the ghost ship disappear piece by piece."

The clown exaggeratedly covered his cheeks with his two big hands and opened his mouth wide.

His face remained stiff and lifeless, like a dead person who had been forced into this pose.

“And so, death came.”

“I can no longer see the future beyond this.”

"My supernatural powers only lasted until that moment."

After saying that, it squatted on the ground and let out some small and low laughter, which was particularly weird and eerie.

"We are truly dead, Captain."

The captain was silent for a moment. "It's time to call a meeting of kings."

"Calling all kings."

"Start a decisive battle!"

(End of this chapter)