Start writing a diary from Asgard

Along with darkness and decay is endless pain and despair.

The pain caused by the giant nightmare was far greater than the pain caused by the other two demons, but because of this, it aroused a certain power in Victor's heart...

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pain, sink or die, despair does not matter, crawl like a worm, struggle like a dead fish

! As long as you are not dead, then continue to live until the last moment!

Such holy whiteness, very different from the dark and cruel nightmare, represents the core of the nightmare.

"Roar!" The

giant nightmare's body condensed again, wanting to wrap and devour Victor again, and Victor squeezed his palm fiercely.

"I know what you want, so do I, we are all the same!" "

Core, soul, existence, life, whatever, follow me, we live together, or rebel against me, collapse in this moment!"

Nightmare sensed Victor's increasingly hard fingers, he let out a hoarse low growl, and Victor pressed his other hand up.

"Submit to me, I can sense from your pain, you are also afraid of dying, aren't you?!" "

Come on, join my army, I will give you everything you want

!" "Roar!" The

giant nightmare let out a terrifying roar, and the demon bird and shadow cat who fell to the ground thought that it was about to end, but saw that the giant nightmare turned into a sky of slime and attached to Victor.

His left and right bodies were already covered with strange tattoos, and Victor thought that he would see tattoos all over his lower body.

But I didn't expect that the hair on the top of my head was windless and turned into pure black.

"So, that's how V's brunette came from in the plot?"

Victor coughed and lay on his back.

Having obtained the third enchantment, his magic power at this moment is no longer weak, and although his body is still weak, it is also much better.

Lying down at this moment is not because of the body, but because of the mind.

In the past, he was just a small citizen in the city, he would laugh when he picked up money, he would be annoyed if he lost it, the sun rose and set, and most of his thoughts were firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Later, it became the Prince of Asgard, which can be said to be above ten thousand people under one person.

Therefore, although he made a resistance to the battle, such an action that seemed to the Asgardians to be a great disobedience, he still had a good meal, and no one disobeyed.

In five hundred years, Victor suddenly found that his five hundred years of life had never brought him any spiritual growth.

The mighty power of the Asa God Clan and the arrogance of being a royal family made his heart not only not grow, but degraded.

"And laugh at Loki, I'm the fool who deserves to be laughed at."

Victor let out a long breath, stood up surrounded by the demon bird and the shadow cat, looked around shakily, tugged at the neckline, and continued to move on.

This strange combination walked down the road, and Victor seemed to be discussing and talking to himself.

"If you want to recover your body, the current strength is far from enough, we need more strength, yes

, strength!" Victor said in a general sense

, "Weakness is allowed, but this does not mean that it is something to be proud of, only by becoming strong and having enough strength can you control your own destiny!"

When discussing business, the demon bird is no longer so out of tune.

Victor looked at the sun in the sky and said lightly

, "Then we need new foreign aid!"

Victor stood in the doorway of an office, bored flipping through the book of poems in his hand, the magic bird whispering in his ear.

"Hey, what do you think

?" "My God, this guy won't help us!"

"Listen to me, don't go to him, you'll be divided into eight segments as soon as you enter!" Victor

just snorted helplessly, sighed

, "Be quiet, let me finish reading this paragraph?"

As the door of the office was pushed open from the inside, an elderly black man in a trench coat walked out, and he gestured to Victor

, "Come in, he is waiting for you inside."

Victor nodded and raised his hand to put the magic bird in the tattoo, and the noisy blue-haired bird, at this last moment, shouted

"Tell a joke, you should tell him a joke as an opening!"

A middle-aged man with white hair, wearing a bright red leather coat, and exuding a commotion all over his body, smiled at

Victor and said, "Well, this employer, although I think you already know, I still emphasize that I am only responsible for dealing with the case of the devil, now, why don't you introduce yourself first?" Victor

opened his mouth, he remembered the last words of the demon bird, and spoke

, "I don't have a name, I'm only two days old... Just a joke. Victor

didn't turn his mind for a while, so he borrowed the original words from the poem, but it seems that the effect is really not good.

So he interrupted the sentence again and said instead,

"YOU CAN CALL ME V, AND I AM HERE FOR A POWERFUL DEMON AND YOUR REASON TO FIGHT."

"Oh, demon, I'm excited to hear this word, so where is the demon you are talking about this gentleman who helped me with my utility bills?"

Hearing

this name, the white-haired middle-aged man who had been cynical instantly turned gloomy.

That bohemian cynicism disappeared without a trace, and the entire space was filled with repressive, no, or called -

killing intent.

"It seems that I did have to fight. The

man's face was solemn, as if what he was about to face was fate.

Three days later, a white-haired man named Dante, with two female friends and V, arrived at the destination Red Cemetery.

Looking at the magic tree rising from the ground and rushing straight into the sky, Dante's eyes showed remembrance and helplessness.

This brother of his seems to be always making trouble for him.

Victor bowed slightly

: "Since it has arrived, then it seems that my work is over, deal with such a thing as demons, let you professionals do it."

Dante waved his hand, and all the way he watched the sick fellow carefully, afraid that he would suddenly fall ill and kill himself.

It was naturally best to bring a worse reputation to the studio, which was already not going well, and now that he left voluntarily.

And Victor, who was named V, waited at this moment, he turned around and walked towards the middleman, that is, the helicopter of the black man before.

He also needs other insurance, such as -

another Majin....