[This guy was just going to recruit you. It sounds like it is good for you, so why don’t you agree to him?]

Zutou jumped in the air with a knife, and didn't know how he defended his position. He moved his body several times to avoid obstacles to branches and trees, and was as agile as a monkey.

Yao Dao's question was in a playful tone, as if he was regretting Zutou's refusal to the recruitment of Jin Xiyingta, and it seemed like he was joking Zutou's sword to cause trouble.

He slashed the other party's eyes blinded and exposed his whereabouts.

[If you cut that knife, don't you regret it? Your figure is exposed. I'm afraid you can't escape now. Even with the power I give you, you can't escape. It's stupid, so stupid.]

"It will die."

"I will die here." The famous sword on the waist of the head shaking, he calmly said his ending, accepting death with peace of mind, just as he was calmly accepting the countdown of the transformation experiment when he was at the underground base. All he regretted was that he had not been able to eat a few more bites of good food before he died, "I had already lived a life of more."

“gogo!”

"He's here!"

The voice of the hutou was not afraid of death. The dark forest around it had become a hunting ground. He was the prey, and Amei Lika's blockade was the hunter.

Behind you, you can hear the voices of the Self-Defense Forces and the soldiers of Amei Lika, and there are helicopters wandering in the sky, with spotlights sweeping the woods and occasionally sweeping onto the head of the seat.

When hunting, the high-ranking officials and nobles in ancient times would ask the servants to go to the hunting ground to drive the prey together, and then bend their bows to shoot. This collective hunting has existed since ancient times in the Paleolithic era, sometimes used for wild animals and sometimes used for humans themselves.

The defense lines are formed in front, left and rear directions, and the infantry in the forest are retreating, as if they are going to make some big moves.

"Since I have been dead once, why do I have to die for the greed of living people?"

The head suddenly pulled out the famous sword and waved it forward. A big tree blocking in front of him was instantly cut off. He stepped on half of the corpse of the big tree.

"Besides, if weak is a mistake, then is strong a justice?"

"The happiness and well-being of all the people, seeking a normal country. Nowadays, people like Westerners use high-sounding words to tie themselves to their country, and decide on the life and death of people without authorization, except that they will die due to birth, old age, sickness and death. What is the difference between people like them and the gods they promised in person?"

"In a random war hundreds of years ago, one of their ancestors was enfeoffed with glorious glory because of their fierce fighting by chance. So after hundreds of years, they were the ones who embarked on the war, and they welcomed the enemy. Now they were the ones who wanted to restore the war. They used the nation and the country to build a slogan beyond the class, driving 140 million cattle and horses to build bricks and build bricks for their pyramids."

[What Xiyingta said today makes you a god in this country, standing above 140 million people, tsk.] Demon Knife is amazing, [You mortal emperors are like this. Although they only rule mortals, if they are such gods, it doesn’t matter if they are just gods.]

"The so-called god in his mouth." Hunter put his hand on the hilt of the knife.

"If you stand on the head of a mortal and enjoy worship, act as a mighty man, and fall into the network built by the mortal society. The so-called god is just another ugly fantasy of human beings."

"It's just that some people place their beautiful fantasy of power on the illusory idol of gods, wrap a mortal in gold foil, stick a gem, and fantasize that divinity will appear from the mummy of death."

"The gods he mentioned are still a member of this social system, and are placed in the ubiquitous networks. Even if they have powerful power, they are still wrapped in the greed of seven billion mortals."

"The peasants working in the fields fantasize that big men should use gold hoes, gods should be powerful, gods should be in power, gods should never grow old, gods should enjoy the worship of the world's material resources, this is the god of Xiyingtai today."

[…] Mizuno was silent. The first holder was an arrogance, the second was a gambling man, and the third became a philosopher.

But this guy's understanding of the gods seems to be particularly novel.

[Zhutou, what does the god in your heart look like.]

"The true god." The words of Hutou Yidao's sword were hesitant, as if he had already painted the god-like paintings in his heart. "He should be an existence beyond the entire society, not bound by the human social system, nor is he an idol of clay sculpture. He ignores productivity and ignores production relations, no longer retains human greed, and can reverse the human social network with his own strength."

The white pupil of the head's knife reflects the searchlight.

"Survival and death, pain and joy are no different from the gods."

[When you say this, no immortals in the world can be regarded as gods in your eyes.]

Zutou smiled: "Do you think I am a homeless man, and I am still a blind man. Can you see the shows on TV? At most, I just listen to other homeless men talking nonsense, and I don't know where to get the news, and it's messy."

"But from other homeless people, the demons and monsters that appear all over the world, the gods and Buddhas in the sky..."

"They are just covered with different outer skins and clay sculptures with the same inner wall."

Mizuno's heart suddenly jumped. Although his head and eyes were blind, what he saw was extraordinary.

If I hadn't known that Zuto was talking about the false finger, Mizuno would have jumped up on the spot.

Zutou said a lot, such as he was not a blind man but a mute man. After getting his mouth, he had to say everything he had never said before in one breath.

It's like, explaining the last words.

Say your last words in your life.

And as the head chattered, his figure jumped out of the woods.

The woods were filled with troops at that time.

"clatter!"

Countless search lights shone on the head, barricade defense, armored fronts were arranged a hundred meters away, and the black-black muzzles were turned at the same time.

The outside was already ready to go while tracking the footprints, and Amei Lika's army was taking real action.

The mechanical friction sound, the pulse of human muscle blood pumping.

From left to right, from top to bottom, the god of death stands with swords on all sides. They hold their bodies up and are ready to harvest the soul of the head of the head at any time.

"Tenichi Fujito, you killed fifteen innocent people at Yokosuka base." A voice full of energy came from the speaker, "Now our army will be charged with anti-social crimes..."

【So your real name is Hitoichi Fujito.】

"No, I'm a knife from Zutou." Zutou held the wooden handle in his left hand and lowered the scabbard with his right hand.

"clatter."

The tip of the scabbar hit the ground, and the blind stick guided the head forward with a knife.

This way you don't have to worry about tripping over stones.

"Crime against humanity..."

The sound of the trumpets lists one by one.

The old blind man hunched his feet with a weak step, but his breathing was calm. In front of the black muzzle, the old blind man hunched over.
Chapter completed!