The God of Injustice in Marvel

Deacon hated blades.

He hated the blade for ruining everything for him.

Dreams of immortality, greater power, and the desire to rule the world.

It was obvious that he created the Blade Warrior with his own hands, but in the end, he destroyed everything he owned.

Therefore, Deacon is willing to use all methods to hurt the blade, no matter whether the method is dirty or shameless.

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"Where is she?"

Blade's voice was cold and without any fluctuation. This was not the result Deacon wanted to see.

Spreading his hands and reaching towards the ground, Deacon had a crazy smile on his face: "Right here! Right here!"

He laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Ridiculous guy, Blade! You just blew her up with your own hands! Hahahaha!"

Blade remained expressionless, as if he had known about this for a long time, and still stared at Deacon coldly.

Maybe it was because a lot of rain fell into his mouth from laughing up to the sky, or maybe it was because Blade had been uncooperative, which made Deacon, who had been performing a one-man show, a little embarrassed.

He stopped laughing, looked at the blade with the same gaze, and then chuckled: "Ha... you know this."

Blade finally spoke: "I do know. I just don't know if I should kill her, or... I don't know if I will have the courage to attack her."

The tip of the knife was raised and pointed at Deacon, "Those bombs gave me the best way. I don't know if she is in the temple, maybe I know. That doesn't matter anymore."

Suddenly, Blade smiled: "The important thing is that I didn't stab her heart with my own hands, but..."

"I can expose you!!!"

There was a roar. The blade was slashing towards Dickon with a knife. Every blow seemed to be saying something, expressing something, venting something. Each knife was heavier than the last, and each was faster than the last.

puff……

The long knife was raised, cutting through the dripping raindrops, and cutting off one of Dickon's arms.

"ah!…………"

Howling in pain, Dickon fell into the rain, clutching his shoulders and watching his arms turn into ashes in the rain.

The bladed katana was specially prepared for vampires. Dickon's wound was as if salt had been sprinkled on it, and the pain was excruciating.

With only one dare, Dickon gritted his teeth and stood up.

He just didn't want to show his weak side in front of the blade.

"You despicable lower-class creature..."

Deacon cursed in a low voice: "You are just a toy I created!"

Maybe cutting off one of Dickon's arms made Blade feel particularly good, and he talked more.

"I'm sorry, your toy cut off your arm."

"Ahhhh!!"

Dickon waved his only remaining arm and attacked the blade crazily, shouting loudly and scratching randomly.

The blade was very calm, just hanging the blade and dodging with ease.

It's like playing with a child.

"You...ah!!!"

He stumbled and grabbed hard, but was easily dodged by the blade. Dickon turned around and looked at the blade and cursed angrily, only saying half a sentence. In the dark rainy night, the silver blade flashed by, and another arm flew up.

Once again, he fell into the rain. Deacon lay in the rain, choked by the mud and water, coughing continuously, shouting in pain, and scolding.

Blade was now standing aside, quietly watching Dickon who tried to stand up again and again and fell back into the water again and again, his eyes slightly narrowed with a complicated expression.

Deacon was forced to kneel on the ground. The imbalance after losing his arms and the lack of necessary support made it difficult for Deacon to even stand up.

He struggled to lift one leg to stand up, but kicked him on the back with one foot, pushing him into the water.

Dickon was still yelling angrily, asking the blade to kill him faster.

But Blade kept holding the knife and hesitated to make a move.

Maybe he was tired from scolding, maybe he was too seriously injured, or maybe he was choked by the rain. Deacon gradually stopped scolding.

The foot that had been on his back moved away. Before Dickon could react, he was kicked hard on the shoulder. With a cry of pain, he was kicked away and fell to the ground again.

This time, it's right side up.

Stepping through the rain, Blade walked over, looked at Dickon who was breathing loudly, and put the knife in the scabbard behind his back.

Then, he took out two small, slender wooden sticks with sharp ends from his clothes.

"Do you know what this is, Dickon?"

Deacon was in so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes and could only curse indiscriminately.

Blade didn't expect him to answer him either.

After throwing it up and catching it, Dao Feng said: "This is what the devil you call me gave me. It is made of peach trees. He said that in his hometown, it was specially used to deal with you. Well, good stuff!"

He caught the spinning small wooden stick that was thrown away again, held it with the blade, and pierced Dickon's shoulder directly with such force that it penetrated to the ground.

Then, there's another one, another shoulder.

Dickon was pinned to the ground by the blade.

Looking at Dickon's kicking legs and open mouth, Blade asked: "Guess, guess what other good things he gave me?"

He reached into his arms and took out the blade...

A handful of garlic.

"Originally, I wanted to use garlic essence. Look, I've prepared it for you. But that would be too fast."

Put away the garlic essence and pick off the first garlic clove with the blade: "Leon is right, this is the most satisfying and comfortable way!"

Holding Dickon's mouth, which kept shaking his head, he stuffed the first garlic clove with the blade, then the second, the third... and poked it in with a stick, and the fourth...

After the seventh garlic clove was stabbed in, Dickon finally turned into fly ash in pain and was washed away by the rain, leaving only two wooden sticks nailed to the ground.

He reached out to pull out the peach wood stick, but the moment it touched the peach wood stick, the blade hesitated.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Withdrawing the idea of ​​taking away the peach wood stick and keeping it as a souvenir of killing Dickon, Blade smiled relievedly and stood up. He took one last look at the two wooden sticks and the rain on the ground before turning and leaving.

go.

…………………………

After waiting for a long time at the place agreed with Leon, Blade did not wait for Leon.

He thought that Leon would be the first to arrive and wait for him here.

In any case, Dao Feng didn't believe that such a strong Leon would be defeated by Gao Tiannu, but he still couldn't wait and still made Dao Feng murmur.

In desperation, he could only take the initiative to go out and look for Leon.

Five minutes after walking out with the knife in hand, Dao Feng heard something coming from somewhere.

Carefully peeling back the dripping bushes, what the blade saw was...

A Leon was feeding Gao Tiannu, who was tied up, and a bunch of people with green glowing hands around him were treating him!

There was also a laptop in front of him playing something unknown.

He walked over in confusion: "What are you..."

"Oh! You solved it! Wait a minute, it will be over in just over a minute!"

What Lyon gave Gautiano was definitely not delicious, otherwise he wouldn't have been smoking like he was on fire.

But what's going on with this computer?

I leaned over and took a look. On the computer screen, a man with red hair, sexy makeup, sexy clothes, and dark skin was twisting his body seductively.

"Ah...this..."

The expression on his face was unprecedented. Blade took a step back, tightened his nose, twisted his facial features, and said in pain: "You keep showing him this?!"

When he turned around, he saw that Gao Tiannu's eyelids were taped to his forehead and he couldn't even close his eyes!

"Who said that!"

Leon didn't want to do it anymore.

"There are also talent shows, fun videos, awkward dance contests, and exciting clips from car accident idol dramas... there are so many good things!"

Blade thought he would be as ruthless as Leon after giving Deacon some garlic, but he didn't expect it!

Just listening to it almost scratched the soles of his shoes with his feet. For the first time in his life, Blade begged for mercy for a vampire: "Leon, you'd better kill him!"

Gao Tiannu, whose eyes were already dull, had a faint light again, and he made some meaningless sounds.

"That's it."

Leon saw that Gao Tiannu didn't seem to feel any pain anymore, and the video was almost finished playing, so he waved the clone to stop feeding him garlic, lemon and fermented fermented bean curd.

"Just give you some face!"

Blade: Thank you!

Reach forward and dig out!

A red heart appeared on the hand and stopped beating.

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