When he saw the figure of Shingo Narumi, Yamamoto Yu's pupils shrank obviously and his face was full of disbelief.

"Lord Arakawa! Aren't you dead?!"

".hateful!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored the crazy Yamamoto Yu and quickly walked to Kudo Yuichi's side. He leaned over slightly and frowned, saying, "You're injured. Are you okay?"

"I told you, I'll come with you after I've dealt with that. Why take such a risk?"

"You've suffered a lot, haven't you?"

Kudo Yuichi waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Hey, Qing, I can't just watch these people die. As a collector, I always have to protect them. Those police officers from the Yamamoto faction and the neutral faction are also human beings. They haven't made any big mistakes. They shouldn't be controlled and used by Yamamoto Yu."

"Don't talk about this, it's just a minor injury. Look, isn't the result good now?"

"It's your turn, hero!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head helplessly, turned around again, and stared at Yamamoto Yu with anger in his eyes.

His temper seemed to become a little irritable. The bloody appearance of Kudo Yuichi touched his nerves and crossed his bottom line.

"Look at the good things you have done."

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed.

In a flash, the sharp blade stabbed my body.

Yamamoto Yu had no time to react at all. The tentacles that had just recovered were cut off in half, and then a series of swords were sent into his chest. The sword body twisted and spun, and his fragile heart was immediately shattered.

This was not over yet. The furious Uesugi Kiyoshi turned around and swung his sword again. The head, half alive and half dead, with an unwilling expression, soared into the sky and fell to the ground.

The headless body swayed a few times and finally fell down.

With a cold snort, Uesugi Qing put away his sword and turned around, but after taking a few steps, his ears moved and he turned back suddenly.

Then he saw an incredible scene.

The flesh and blood was wriggling, and the purple-black mist gathered into a ball, covering Yamamoto Yu's body. Countless small snakes rushed into the mist one after another.

After a few seconds, the fog dissipated.

Brand new, reborn Yamamoto Yu appeared in front of everyone again.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression remained unchanged, he just said "Oh" with interest.

Then came the even faster sword.

Maybe Yamamoto Yu can be violent in front of those extraordinary policemen, but he is not good enough in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi, who has already killed multiple gods and has Onikiri in his hand.

Not to mention that there is also the Lord Arakawa to support us.

This sword can even kill the gods he believes in.

What is a foolish believer?

The knife light was everywhere, like a full moon, dense and long.

Shingo Minghai was watching the excitement and suddenly let out a sigh, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Because he remembered the way the chef cut vegetables with his knife.

There was nothing fancy about Uesugi Kiyoshi's quick sword this time. He just used the basic skills of the thunder sword to highlight the "speed" and "ruthlessness".

It would be more accurate to say that he was chopping vegetables rather than chopping people. He just wanted to chop Yamamoto Yu into pieces.

In the words of the Celestial Empire, it means "cutting into small pieces to make臊子", and the final product is similar to dumpling filling.

After a long ten seconds, Uesugi Kiyoshi took two steps back, flicked the blood off the knife, tilted his head, and looked somewhat satisfied with his masterpiece.

The police officers present couldn't help but look grim and retch even though some of them had seen very brutal crime scenes.

What is a little hard to accept is that the pile of minced meat in front of them was a living human being just a few seconds ago.

At this point, Uesugi Kiyoshi has no qualms about taking things to the extreme.

He snapped his fingers, and a ghost hand burning with flames quietly emerged, pressed down, and pressed down the minced meat.

The ghost fire in purgatory was burning fiercely, and after a few seconds, there was a smell of meat, which made the police officers present change their expressions. Their faces turned green and they held their breath.

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded in satisfaction, turned around and shrugged at Kudo Yuichi.

"Get to work."

"I say, Yuichi, you are too weak. Your abilities are very strong. You can see through people's minds and control time. These are very helpful in battle."

"How about it? Do you want to learn sword skills from me? Then you won't have to get beaten up like this."

"I have gained new insights into swordsmanship recently, and my strength has improved to a higher level than before."

Kudo Yuichi interrupted his friend helplessly.

"Are you eager to attract business for the gym? Let's talk about this later. I'm not good at sports."

"Look behind you first."

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned around with some doubt. He didn't quite believe that Yamamoto Yu could be reborn again.

Strength has its limits. No matter how strong your regenerative ability is, you can't regenerate into a human from a pool of grilled meat, right?

What he saw were not snakes. Those small snakes had stopped wriggling and lost their vitality after Yamamoto Yu's sudden death.

What came into view was a ball of black and purple mist. The mist changed and condensed into a strange shadow in the mouth.

It vaguely resembles a deep diver, but its head, arms, and legs have several winding tentacles waving wildly. If I had to describe it, it looks like an octopus, but its head has been replaced by a fish-man's head full of edges and sharp teeth.

The low voice seemed to come from an endless abyss. It was not any language in this world, but it resounded in the hearts of everyone present.

"mortal."

"How dare you"

"Disobeying God's will!"

The deafening sound made many police officers present look ugly, with strange and ferocious expressions and their entire faces wrinkled.

They have been affected, just by one sentence.

"Is this... the coming of God?"

"No, there is no body. It should be just a projection."

"Where did he project from? The dream mirror? Or the real world?"

"Hydra has indeed died in my hands. This is Dagon?"

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced around, frowning.

He was not afraid of this thing, but those mortals obviously could not withstand these devilish words.

Uesugi Kiyoshi shouted angrily without hesitation.

"shut up!"

"Are you worthy enough to call yourself a god?"

"Hydra has been slain by my sword. Are you going to be the next one? The father of the Deep Ones, the outsider named Dagon?!"

He immediately revealed the identity of the black shadow, which obviously made it falter.

Uesugi Kiyoshi pursued the victory.

"I don't know where you are or what your purpose is."

"Whether in a dream or in the sea."

"Just stay down there and don't make trouble. I will pretend you don't exist."

"Tokyo is not a place where you can act wild!"

"You want to dominate this place? Not all the extraordinary people are dead yet!"

"Remember this. I will cut off the claws you extend to me, I will destroy the faith you infiltrate, and I will kill all the believers you send to me."

"It's your bad luck to run into me!"

"My name is Uesugi Kiyoshi. Remember this name. One day, I will chop off your head with my own hands, just like I chopped off the nine heads of your [spouse]!"

"Now. Get out!"

After he finished speaking, he drew his sword.

Onikiri, with the mirage ghost fire burning, did not give the black shadow a chance to speak.

One horizontal and one vertical, a cross is cut out.

The projection of Dagon howled and disappeared.

The young man's resounding voice was as dazzling as a ray of light breaking through dark clouds.

The phantom of the god completely collapsed. Uesugi Qing put away his sword and stood there, with sword energy surging in his eyes, without any hesitation.

The dragon was slain with ease, and the chess game in the rain finally came to an end.

Chapter 242 Dividing the spoils

Although the book is long, in fact everything happened in a flash.

At least in Kudo Yuichi's eyes, breaking into the door, killing people twice, intimidating the gods, and destroying their incarnations all happened within a minute.

He stood up with some difficulty, patted the blood off his body, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This feels really good. Kudo Yuichi himself is not a militant person. The most work he does is actually planning and directing.

Ever since he met Uesugi Kiyoshi, it was like he had an extra trump card in his hand, and he was always successful. This good friend never let him down.

For example, today, he is not without the means to make a last-ditch effort.

Kudo Yuichi is a detective, not a gambler.

He is the link to Edogawa Ranpo, but not an actor. He is the successor. He inherited the detective writer's ability to see into people's hearts and to distinguish between good and evil.

But as long as he wants, he can voluntarily enter the state of role-playing at any time, perfectly simulating the temperament and behavioral habits of Edogawa Ranpo. By then, his abilities will skyrocket and he will have considerable combat power.

The price is... losing "self".

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