I'm a villain, not a devil

"My name is Wu Xiao."

The man stood calmly in front of the body of the evil god, who would make one dizzy just by looking at it.

He didn't know when he put his glasses back on. Even though the leaves on his shoulders were taking root, sprouting, blooming and bearing fruit, he just pushed his glasses with his other intact hand, just like what he did in the ordinary days before, without any change.

It's just that the body of the evil god is the real deep blue class, and they are the gods' descended bodies in the world.

For the gods, there is no difference between deep red humans and ordinary humans, and there is no difference between the marshal and the untouchables waiting to die in the ruins.

The evil body glanced at it carelessly, and just sneered: "Wanmu, is your wood rotten? Even a human can't be solved quickly."

Wanmu frowned slightly. He didn't care what Wu Xiao would do or what he would do. Even, he didn't mind the other party's offense-would there really be a higher level of life that would be furious because of the ants' fangs and claws?

The answer is of course no, but if there are people of the same class around you, and you are teased because of the ant's fangs and claws, your mood will be a little worse.

Wan Mu snorted coldly, he still didn't look at Wu Xiao straight in the eye, but said calmly: "Nieqi, if you can control your mouth, maybe you can live a better life in these years."

Nieqi laughed: "If I can't laugh and create disasters, I might as well die, hahaha, you guys who want to become righteous gods are like this, always hypocritical, unlike me, I am an evil god, and I can do anything I want."

The self said sarcastically: "It's okay to fool us, don't fool yourself."

"Why, do you want to fight with me now?" Nieqi laughed strangely.

Gao Yu was stirring up trouble again: "Really not going to fight? I'm willing to give half of my share of [Top] as a prize."

Wan Mu had a headache: "After this, you guys go find a place by yourselves, don't affect my plan."

As he said that, he waved his hand casually, and never looked at Wu Xiao again.

The place on Wu Xiao's shoulder that was hit by the leaves began to wriggle, and the dark green vines spread out at a terrifying speed, heading directly towards Wu Xiao's mouth, nose, and chest. In just this moment, Wu Xiao's face became shriveled and withered, as if a lot of energy and spirit had been sucked away at once.

However, he just frowned and used his intact hand to tear the vines on his shoulder out.

He pulled out half of his shoulder and arm together.

"My name is Wu Xiao..." He muttered again in a low voice, with a distressed look on his face.

The Marshal sighed deeply.

"Wanmu... Benwo... Nieqi... Gaoyi..." Wu Xiao recited the names of these evil gods, one word at a time.

Then, he showed a calm and expectant smile.

"Enough..."

Wu Xiao lowered his head and looked at the clerk who was already scarred.

"Have you remembered it?" He reminded him worriedly.

The clerk nodded continuously.

Wu Xiao smiled with satisfaction, motioned the other party to retreat to the periphery, and then reminded him again: "You can go to Sean to read and write it out afterwards. After all, it is an evil god. Even if it is a video, it should cause pollution. Ordinary people cannot be calamity. Sean must have a way to deal with this."

"Okay, okay... Marshal..." The clerk hesitated.

Wu Xiao waved his hand, motioning him to go further away, and then turned to look at the imperial soldiers around him.

This is his trusted troops, and it is also the most combat-effective one among the remaining troops of the imperial army.

"Did you bring it?" Wu Xiao said softly.

The adjutant, whose face was almost torn off, was probably grinning. He pointed at the building below him.

Wu Xiao nodded with satisfaction, and his voice became louder, so loud that the gradually moving evil god could hear it, and so loud that the densely packed crowd in the building could hear it.

"My name is Wu Xiao, and I am currently serving as the Grand Marshal of the Empire--" He paused, showing a proud look, "I have protected the empire for a full fifteen years, and I have never been defeated before today."

The trembling people in the building raised their heads, not knowing what had happened, and there were many believers in robes who were knocked unconscious around them.

Wu Xiao straightened his clothes, but the blood from the wound on his left side flowed too fast, and he was a little unstable.

"You should have been captured by these believers as sacrifices, and I asked my people to secretly save you."

The people in the building showed a look of gratitude, and some even knelt on the ground.

Wu Xiao nodded: "As a sacrifice, you should be more useful. Sometimes, many people must die to achieve something - in this case, it is better to die in my hands."

People were stunned.

The death blade that awakened from the pile of dead bodies appeared in Wu Xiao's intact hand in a special posture, and then, dense eyes opened on the blade.

At this moment, even the four evil gods who didn't care stopped and turned their heads.

The eyes in the sky that were watching this place shifted their sights.

Wu Xiao was really laughing this time.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Today, the people of the imperial capital and the believers, a total of more than 125,000 people, sacrificed to Wu Xiao's death blade - this is Wu Xiao's action alone, not for the empire, but for Wu Xiao."

Death Blade's eyes widened, and the dense crowd in the building fell to the ground before they could even react, like wheat blown down by the wind.

Countless gray-black threads were entangled on the Death Blade.

Wu Xiao turned his head and looked at his confidants.

"Collect the sacrifices, this is the sharpening of the blade--"

The group of imperial soldiers closed their eyes and opened their hands.

Wu Xiao's smile became more and more vigorous: "Gather the will to die, then you can draw the sword, please leave your name, brothers."

"Wu Xiao's adjutant, Laven!" The adjutant who lost half of his face laughed.

"Wu Xiao's second team leader, Wang Yuanhang--" the dark-skinned man grinned and held up a bunch of bloody nameplates, "and everyone in the second team."

"Wu Xiao's third team vice leader, An Xiaobo--" the man with only one breath left held a broken leg, "The captain can't come, only the leg was found, Cork!"

"Wu Xiao's third team member, Bob!"

"Wu Xiao's third team member..."

"Wu Xiao's fourth team member..."

"Wu Xiao's..."

Everyone was calling out their own names, and every time the sound fell, a golden thread floated out of their mouths. When the body fell to the ground powerlessly, when the corpse still had a smile on its face, the golden thread would drill into the handle of the Death Blade.

The Death Blade has been opened, and the blade is within reach.