The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Matt Murdock examined the hooded man and asked in a cold voice: "Which organization are you? How many children have you kidnapped? Where do you plan to send them?"

"Hey hey hey..."

The hooded man who was nailed to the wall by the Holy Mighty Arrow, after hearing Matt's threat, instead of showing fear, he let out an evil laugh, and his eyes revealed a chilling fanaticism.

Matt Murdock sneered, then punched the hooded man in the abdomen.

boom!

The huge force hit his abdomen hard, and the accompanying cramping pain caused the hooded man's laughter to stop abruptly.

Matt Murdock waved his hand and said coldly: "Now, can you answer my question?"

"You son of a bitch..."

The hooded man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he spouted obscene words.

But before he could finish his words, he was beaten violently by Matt.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Matt's face was expressionless, and his fists hit the hooded man like raindrops, and he also targeted the painful points all over his body.

Matt, who has studied martial arts with Gunsou, is very proficient in the weaknesses of the human body, and he can control the strength very well. Every punch can guarantee that the hooded man will be in pain without making him pass out.

.

After more than a dozen punches, the hooded man's whole body twitched in pain, and he no longer had the strength to scream.

"Are you comfortable?"

Matt took out a tissue from nowhere, wiped his bloody fists, and then said calmly: "Now, can you answer my question?"

He would have no mercy on such a scumbag who sells children!

If it were him before, he might still consider whether to kill people, but after joining the Invisible Empire, this concept has been completely eliminated from his mind!

"correct......"

Matt wiped his hands and said in a cold voice: "Don't think that you will be relieved if you die. I can still beat your soul. If you don't believe it, you can experience it for yourself later."

As a Quincy, Matt can wait for the hooded man to die and torture his soul again!

The hooded man seemed to be frightened by these words. Seeing that Matt didn't seem to be joking, he thought about it for a moment and said hesitantly: "We are...fanatics!"

"Zealot?"

Matt frowned, searched carefully in his mind, and found that he had not heard of this organization, and then asked: "You just mentioned sacrifices, tell me what does this mean?"

"That's literally what it means..."

The hooded man took the opportunity to take a few breaths, and then endured the severe pain and said: "This child is our sacrifice to the great Lord of Darkness!"

"The Lord of Darkness?"

Matt's frown deepened, another unfamiliar term came out.

"That's right, it's the great Lord of Darkness!"

The hooded man shouted enthusiastically: "He is the Lord of darkness, the end of infinite time, and the only true God in the world!"

"Tsk...another madman."

A trace of disgust rose in Matt Murdock's brows, and he judged the hooded man in front of him as a member of a certain cult.

As a lawyer, he has reviewed many cases. Among them, people who commit crimes in the name of an evil god in the name of faith can actually be found everywhere in the United States, and many of them have even been brainwashed.

Later, he attacked his relatives.

"Hey hey hey..."

The hooded man smiled coldly: "It seems you don't believe in the Lord of Darkness."

Matt sneered: "I only believe in the law."

The hooded man licked his lips and said seductively: "If you are willing to join us, you can gain eternal life!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Matt shook his head and said calmly: "Tell me where your organization's base is, and I can make your death easier."

"No."

The hooded man suddenly raised his head, revealing the deep black cracked eye sockets hidden under the hood, and said with a ferocious smile: "You will meet the leader of our organization soon!"

"Huh? Not good!"

Matt Murdock's heart palpitated, his pupils shrank slightly, and the hair on his back suddenly stood up.

call!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from behind, mixed with a strong murderous intention!

Matt reacted very smartly, lowered his body and rolled forward, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack from behind.

Before Matt could get up from the ground, he saw an orange whip coming from the corner of his eye!

Crack!

There was no time to dodge, and Matt was hit in the chest by the orange whip, and his skin was immediately bruised.

"ah--"

Matt couldn't help but let out a scream, endured the severe pain, and took off the long stick, turning it into two short sticks in his hand.

In such a narrow alley, a long stick cannot be used at all, and it is not as suitable as a short stick to face this kind of battle.

Crack! Crack!

The two orange-yellow whips mixed with the sound of explosion, pumping the air and crackling like firecrackers.

Matt jumped back, dodged the two whips, and his eyes fell on the sneak attack.

I saw that the man was wearing the same yellow clothing as the hooded man, with dark black eye sockets covered with crack-like lines, and his eyes were filled with an unsettling coldness.

"Who are you?"

Matt took a few breaths, used the spirit son to recover the wounds on his chest, and asked inquiringly.

The man sneered: "Casillas, leader of the fanatics."

...

Jing Ling Pavilion.

Lord stared at the bald man in front of him and asked, "The Supreme Mage suddenly came to visit. What's the matter?"

The Supreme Mage smiled slightly and said: "I came to you because I want you to do me a favor."

help?

When Lord heard this, he frowned unconsciously: "With your means, do you still need my help?"

The implication of this sentence is that if you can't solve it, it's even less possible for me to solve it.

The Supreme Master smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, and it has something to do with you."

"oh?"

Lord raised his eyebrows and became interested: "Is it related to me?"

"good."

The Supreme Mage chuckled and said, "Do you remember Sithorne?"

"Of course I remember." Lord's mouth twitched.

"That's good."

The Supreme Mage nodded slightly and continued: "Remember the tool used to summon Sithorn, it is the dark book."

"Remember..." Lord glanced at the Supreme Mage and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you take that book away?"

"not at all."

The Supreme Mage shook his head and said: "When Sithorn left the earth, he used his last bit of power to tear the Dark God Book into pieces and scattered them all over the world, so I hope you can collect these scattered pages for me."

"Well......"

Lord hesitated for a moment: "Then why don't you collect it yourself? This shouldn't be difficult for you."

"no."

The Supreme Mage sighed: "Sithorn used black magic to shield me, so it is impossible for me to find the Dark Book."

"Then why are you looking for me?" Lord asked puzzledly.

The Supreme Mage looked at him deeply and said: "Because you have Sithorn's power and will attract the dark book from the underworld, so I can only ask you for help."