Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

Will you die if you don’t use it?

The thunderous roar in the sky illuminated Arima Kisho's pale face. He didn't even look at the red potion that the other party said had healing power dropped on the ground.

The only eyes that could see were staring at the two bandaged men opposite, and the knuckles that clenched Kuink IXA turned white.

Arima Kisho's broken right arm was tied tightly with the belt of his coat, and blood continued to trickle down.

"You are showing mercy to me."

Arima Kishou spoke a dry sentence from his purple lips, and his expression looked like an extremely cold poker face.

The identity of the other party is a mystery.

Before the opponent showed his face, Noh had already forced Arima Kisho to cut off one of his arms, and now he was completely cornered.

This kind of strength can be said to be unprecedented in his career of more than ten years.

To be honest, due to some unknown toxin and excessive blood loss, the semi-human body, even though it is extremely powerful, is quite unable to support it.

Now he can still maintain his standing posture purely because of his steely consciousness supporting him.

The pride of being a strong man will never allow Arima Noble General to be defeated by the ignorant, let alone fall to the ground like a weak man and beg for mercy.

To be honest, even though Arima Ki took the initiative to cut off his arm to cut off the toxin invasion,

However, the fusion of blood and toxins caused the blood to flow faster, and a very obvious pool of blood flowed down from the broken arm.

With this kind of injury, other powerful half-humans who were also born in the [White Court] would have fallen down in the end.

But there are some things that you can't just ignore when your life is in danger. They are things that you must defend even if you die.

"No."

Facing Arima Kisho's rather angry eyes, he looked very disdainful. Has this guy not figured out the current situation yet?

Noble General Arima, it is my gift to you that you can stand in front of me intact now.

Isayama Nomei shook his head and pressed his sister's cloak to cover her head.

"Just seeking truth from facts."

"Maybe in your understanding, I am pitying you, but if the gap between us has reached a level beyond your understanding."

Isayama Nomei stepped forward and took a step past Isayama Sakura. This distance was only one step away from Arima Kisho.

"What about that?"

But just such a short distance made Arima Kisho's cold eyes suddenly filled with disbelief.

Because in his eyes, he was clearly a tall, bandaged man with a chainsaw, but at this moment, his already tall body suddenly grew infinitely taller.

After a while, a huge giant stood in front of Arima Kisho. His size made Arima Kisho look like a sesame seed in front of him.

The rich blood evil was rushing around Isayama Nomei, causing the world that was still stained by water vapor just now to be completely covered by the scarlet blood evil.

In Arima Kisho's view, such a world has lost all hope and has completely turned into a miserable prison of death.

Moreover, in the life of Arima Kisho who has been performing missions all his life, the dead ghouls he killed with his own hands all wanted to be resurrected ghosts one by one.

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Damn Noble Shogun Arima!"

Their eyes were full of hatred, wanting to grab Arima Kisho's body and sink him down.

Arima Kisho thought that the enemy could use the hallucinogenic hyacinth, but the pain caused by biting the tip of his tongue was useless.

Everything is extremely real.

This scene is simply like bringing the legendary hell to reality, and the solemn atmosphere of the scene makes it difficult for Arima Kisho to breathe.

Arima Kisho's slightly rapid breathing was completely messed up at this moment. He thought that he would go to hell because he had killed countless people in his life.

There is no such thing as a death without regrets.

All investigators have already written their suicide notes on the day they join the job.

Arima Kisho never wrote a suicide note to himself.

He has outstanding strength and will never encounter an enemy that he cannot handle.

Not only is he the strongest leader in the eyes of all his fellow investigators, but he is also the terrifying god of death in the eyes of the ghouls.

Arima Kisho doesn't have any fear. Now, for the first time, he tastes what fear is.

Arima Kisho only heard an extremely clear sigh in his ears, and in the end everything, whether it was the terrifying demons or the blood evil that could drive even ghouls crazy, was all gone.

What was in front of him was the man whose whole body was bound by bandages. What just happened was the fear he brought to Arima Kisho.

When Arima Kisho waited for his reaction, the only point of support for his whole body was Kuink who was poking hard into the ground. This small distance of contact meant that the weight of his entire body was currently pressed in front of him. This one is in IXA.

The legs have long lost their original support function, and the hands and feet are so cold that it is difficult to provide proper support.

"What a gaffe."

Arima Kisho, who had been standing upright just now, looked very embarrassed at the moment. The whole thing seemed to be falling to the ground.

Now, just being able to barely stand is the last fig leaf for him.

Isayama Nomei looked at the sweaty Arima Kisho, but did not stop taking action against him just because he looked miserable.

With just a slight push, the famous "White Death God" Arima Kisho fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state.

"You now understand why I said I did this out of respect for you."

"It's you who don't need my kindness."

"The Great Evil" Isayama Nomei raised his eyebrows, looking very satisfied at the embarrassed look of Arima Kishou.

"So I showed my malice."

If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished by drinking wine.

You still want to resist, do you really think that Isayama Nomei is just like those weak chicken ghouls, a being that you can manipulate at will?

Therefore, don’t be too wary of the kindness of strong people. Although they have plans for you, they will not kill you.

The cost of rejecting their good intentions and making them angry is quite terrifying, and they will fall into an endless abyss.

At this moment, Arima Kisho finally understood a little bit, and he had a deeper understanding of his own stupidity.

"Only the strong have the right to decide their own destiny."

Arima Kisho, you don't have the freedom to control the lives of ghouls who are weaker than yourself.

He must have encountered ghouls begging for mercy more than once during his professional years, but he was still able to kill them without changing his expression.

Arima Kisho is the so-called strongest foodie, but Kuink is strong in his skills, superhuman physique, and all kinds of strange abilities.

Those things are the real things that make each other the white god of death in CCG, Kisho Arima.

But these things are supported by basic scientific and technological basis, but the psychic spells and curses used by Isayama Nomei have no basis in reality at all.

The power and unreasonable power of this mysterious side is impossible to imagine according to the vision of the local indigenous Arima noble general.

"If it weren't for some special reasons, we would never appear in front of you."

The appearance of Isayama Nomei and the others here was also a complete surprise. If it hadn't been for his sister, Arima Kisho would never have encountered such a terrifying enemy in his life.

Looking at Arima Kisho, who had been hit both mentally and physically, with no energy at all, he knew that Isayama Nomei had used too much force again.

Obviously he has been very merciful, but the world is different, and the maximum endurance limit of the strong is also different.

Isayama Norimei was so fussy about Arima Kishou, that guy couldn't bear it anymore.

Isayama Nomei is someone Arima Noble Shogun cannot afford to offend.

But if he takes action, this guy's fighting consciousness will be completely scrapped.

Because this guy's fighting consciousness has been completely destroyed by him, the birth of the king is the most important thing.

Isayama Norimei picked up the bottle on the ground, unscrewed it, and poured the contents into Arima Kisho's mouth regardless of his resistance.

The current version of Arima Kisho still has to continue to live. Without his existence, the plot of the entire world will have very serious problems.

Arima Kisho's body was like a dry river bed, and this bottle of potion directly seemed to replenish all the nutrients his body was missing.

It was only a matter of time before Kishou Arima was brought back from a near-death state.

"You are not the real one-eyed king. Only the real one-eyed king has the power to resist me."

Isayama Nomei grabbed Arima Kishou's head and picked him up, making him look directly at him.

"I hope that when I see you next time, you have completed your mission."

Hearing these words, the secret that Arima Kishou had buried in his heart for several years was exposed.

His expression drastically changed.

But as soon as Isayama Kenmei finished speaking, he let go of his hand without any attachment, and directly smashed Arima Kishou's head heavily to the ground, creating a rather ferocious deep pit.

Blood once again overflowed from the spider web-like cracks, and Arima Kisho was trying hard to remember the outline of the bandage monster's face in his mind before he lost consciousness.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"Sorry, sister."

Isayama Nomei glanced at Isayama Sakura apologetically, and clearly agreed to let his sister take action, but he never thought that Isayama Nomei would come anyway.

He threatened Arima noble general.

Isayama Sakura shook her head. She used [Snake of Greed] to pick up Jindai Shaei, who was no different from a dead pig on the ground, and packed it away.

"fine."

"Let's go, Xiao Ming, someone seems to be coming over there."

Isayama Sakura pulled Isayama Nomei's clothes, and she pointed to several helicopters speeding over in the distance.

It seems to be CCG support.

"makes sense."

Isayama Nomei nodded.

"Sister, our next destination has been decided."

Isayama Norimei was not just idle and bored, pressing his head on Arima Kisho to vent his anger, but he also had a plan to read Arima Kisho's memory.

Then I learned a very interesting thing. The stronghold of the powerful Bronze Tree Organization among the ghouls was discovered by the CCG, so investigators are being organized to attack it.

The location of that stronghold, on Liudao Island, was commanded by senior CCG leaders and several special investigators.

The battlefield there should be even more brutal.

After a while, support from the CCG arrived, all investigators from the White House.

And a pink-haired investigator lost control of his emotions when he saw Arima Takashogun lying in a pool of blood.

"Mr. Arima! What's wrong with you?"