American Comics: BOSS Invasion

From the moment the fighting began, the sounds of physical collisions, screams, splattering blood, and bodies hitting the ground intertwined into a special symphony, played out with abandon.

The down-and-out samurai and the others froze, their vigilant expressions stuck on their faces, their entire beings petrified. The shock radiating from within instilled deep fear in them.

A few minutes later, a pale man, disheveled, missing a hand and a leg, struggled to escape through the main door. His pupils darted about frantically as he tried to plunge into the sewage canal, only to be grabbed back by a large hand made of chakra.

Old Man moved his body, clenched his fist. The tattered rags he wore suddenly transformed into a silvery-white metallic liquid, naturally expanding and connecting. Once the transformation was complete, his attire was as good as new.

If not for the dismembered limbs piled in the corner, still emitting a pungent, bloody odor, no one would believe that this burly old man, as strong as a bear, with a determined gaze and neatly dressed, was the murderous demon from just moments ago.

Old Man stood there quietly, standing in front of his allied companions. Although he didn't speak, he could see the fear in their eyes, as well as the longing and fervor hidden deep within.

After an unknown amount of time, the down-and-out samurai staggered forward, opening his mouth, a dry and hoarse voice squeezed out: "Old Man, just now, that…"

"That's right, that is Immortality! This is a blessing from the Evil God. As long as you join the Evil God Cult, as long as you have a firm will and grand dreams, the Evil God Cult will never be stingy in bestowing his grace. You can consider it further, whether to join my Black Gun…"

"No need to think anymore, we definitely want to join!"

Old Man hadn't finished speaking when Rokuro and Kuro jumped out at the same time. Having lived in the sewers for so long, scrambling, scheming, killing and being killed, blood and severed limbs almost filled their daily lives. They had witnessed a dismemberment show a few days ago, and now this brutal massacre.

Although deeply shocked, it was far from enough to overwhelm Rokuro and Kuro's minds.

So, before the down-and-out samurai could speak, they had already recovered.

As the shocked expressions gradually disappeared, the gazes they directed at Old Man gradually transformed into longing.

Prompted by Rokuro and Kuro, the others woke up as if from a dream, patting their chests to express their determination to join the Black Gun Knights.

They were very clear about Old Man's level as a warrior. He was able to open up a situation in the underground sewers by his own strength, mostly relying on his brains and decades of cultivating relationships.

If Old Man had such a strong combat power from the beginning, he wouldn't have had to guard a small tavern day after day for more than ten years, as a contact point for those who banded together for warmth.

So the result was already very obvious, Old Man's soaring combat power, and that extremely exaggerated immortality, were all thanks to the Evil God Cult. This was also very acceptable, because when the Evil God Cult leader lost his temper here last time, that strange nun who also couldn't be killed, and even multiplied the more she was cut, also exhibited the same immortal attributes.

It's just that the strange nun could not only restore herself, but even the severed parts could repair themselves into complete individuals.

Old Man's immortality could only repair his one and only body, but this was exactly what they wanted!

Old Man didn't hesitate much, looking at the crowd with a steady nod.

Just then, two nuns wearing cloaks, their faces almost completely covered, suddenly appeared outside the door.

Each carried a huge box, walked in, glanced at Old Man, placed them on the ground, and turned to leave.

The crowd was a little surprised. They had already recognized that these two nuns were the monsters who had appeared that day.

Old Man didn't explain anything, walked over and opened the two boxes, revealing a large pile of red fruits inside. He casually grabbed a few and tossed them over.

"This is the Nerve Fruit. Eat one each for now. The life energy contained within is very vast. If you want to eat more, you must go through a period of thorough understanding. Only by completely consuming the accumulated life energy will you be able to absorb a second one, so don't be greedy!"

A group of people subconsciously reached out to take the red fruit. Hearing this, their eyes lit up, and they bit into it without hesitation.

As crunching sounds rang out, waves of vast power rose from inside the tavern, and invisible energy fluctuations rippled out, shaking the outer sewers until they hummed.

Rokuro clenched his small fist, feeling the energy in his body constantly increasing. The chakra he had painstakingly cultivated seemed to be infused with water, swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He could feel that the meridians, cells, and even muscle tissue in his body had been strengthened to some extent, and the fruit that had been eaten was being converted into surging life energy at an exaggerated speed, absorbed by the cells throughout his body.

Is this the Nerve Fruit? Is this the Evil God Cult's trump card?

No wonder the cult leader boasted so much, no, no, the Evil God Cult also has an Evil God that can fulfill any wish, that is an extremely terrifying existence, able to bestow immortality upon an ordinary human, what an exaggerated thing!

Is that thing called the Evil God Orb? I will definitely find it, I will definitely summon the Evil God, obtain immortality, and obtain even greater power!

At this moment, Rokuro's heart was filled with surging ambition.