About After I Became a Soul Killer

Chapter 471 God Is Dead

The assistant was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground like a ghost. He couldn't believe that he had killed his partner with his own hands in the few minutes just now.

The clown was still alive, and he was crawling with difficulty. No one knew where his outstretched arm wanted to take him, and no one cared about it.

The steel knife was still stuck in his forehead, and the blood was still dripping.

Chen Zifan hurried forward, he picked up the clown.

"What's the use of you picking me up? I don't have much life, I knew I would fail, and now I'm going to hell."

"Then why did you step out of the ranch?" Chen Zifan questioned the clown, and the tone of the conversation between the two was as calm as a lake.

"Will it be false if I say someone has to do it? It's just that I thought, Aren't you, my friend," said the Joker.

After all, the clown died.

Chen Zifan looked at the clown's body in his arms, his pupils changed color, it was a kind of purple, but not the same purple as Soul Eater, that kind of purple was deeper, more imperceptible, and even more imperceptible.

why!
You are humble and despicable, you stay in the sheepfold and you have fixed grass to eat, and you are guarded by shepherd dogs!
What a wonderful thing this is!
You don't have to contain the river, you don't have to be lightning, no one will inject you with madness!
Why are you disobedient!

Don't you know that those who step out of the sheepfold have never had a good end since ancient times?

who do you think You Are!You're nothing but a juggling clown with a steel knife!
Your profession is nothing but entertainment!
You are a bitch!You are shameless!You betrayed the sheep, damn you!You actually tried to rebel against the shepherds?Do you want to be hunted down by shepherd dogs, shepherds, and gray wolves?
Chen Zifan knelt on the ground, he burst into tears and roared in pain.

Tonight, he lost a fellow traveler.

God put on a wonderful stage play.

People are all spectators, but they are just spectators. Who is this drama for?

He was silent, silent for a moment.

The boy stood up, and he erupted with a terrifying Reiatsu, which swept the entire town in an instant.

Those who didn't have time to run out and those who lived here were so shocked by the spiritual pressure that they couldn't move their legs.

The purple eyes at that moment slowly faded away, and the boy's eyes shone with dazzling golden light.

His voice covered the Reiatsu, and he wanted to tell everyone present and absent tonight.

"God is dead."

Everyone was shocked, their pupils dilated instantly, and some directly knelt down on their knees.

What a disrespectful language!
God!forgive me!My ears overheard.

God!forgive me!Don't take away my happiness!

God!

"God, I *your mother" was said by Chen Zifan.

Then Chen Zifan lifted the spiritual pressure, and the people fled.

This small town on the border of the empire is now empty, and even the people who originally lived in the house were scared away by this disrespectful language.

God created all things, and if you insult God in the other world, you will be punished by heaven.

God is everything, God is omnipotent.

But at this time, the cold wind was blowing, and a leaf was blowing by. Chen Zifan stood there lonely. At this time, except for the clown's body, there was still one person.

The man stood in front of Chen Zifan.

This is an old woman, the wrinkles on her face are like the gullies of thousand-year-old trees, she has not had any strong spiritual pressure, but she has lived for a long time.

The old woman was wearing a black robe, and the night wind occasionally blew a corner of the robe.

"My child, why do you say that?" The old woman looked at Chen Zifan with kind and deep eyes.

"I want to ask you, they all ran away, why are you still here?" Chen Zifan asked back.

"I have never prayed, and I have lived in this world created by God since I came, but I have never believed in him, and I have never worshiped, but I have lived for too long."

"Then you simply lived a long life. Maybe you did a lot of good deeds during your lifetime." Chen Zifan was surprised.

"No, I didn't die and come to this world, I was born here, I lived too long, my parents left me, my children died, and I prayed to God a few weeks ago Pray for an end to my endless cycle."

"I understand, old man, God does not exist, God is dead, both objectively and subjectively."

"But why is this? I'm curious about your speech." The old woman's tone was kind and friendly, and she didn't choose to run away like those young or middle-aged people.

Is she too old to run?Then why did she take the initiative to contact Chen Zifan, a disrespectful person?
"Ma'am, the shepherd created the sheepfold and the shepherd dogs, so the sheep in it can graze safely, right? Those who ran away, which one is not working for God?"

"But they don't work directly for God, they work for their boss. They work in the sheepfold and get paid. They are very happy!"

"Who did their boss work for? To the empire, to the so-called prosperous world in Adolf's mouth. Adolf is God's lackey. Without a pious belief, he would not have survived to this day."

The old woman looked at the boy in front of her with admiration, "Then what is a wolf?"

"Wolf, it's just an appendage of God. God is like the final form of capitalism, imperialism, and isn't the Southern Sky Continent a lackey of God left in the world as a feudal society? But since there are sheep, the number of sheep must be controlled, isn't it? Is it? Presumably sometimes you also worry about the expired milk because you squeezed too much milk and couldn’t finish it.”

"At this time, the guys who eat sheep come. They actually wear the same pants as feudalism. Soul Eater was also created by God, after all."

"They are evil watches. They are the collection of people's evil thoughts. I read a sentence, which was said by a great man. When capital comes to the world, dirty blood drips from every pore."

"My poor child, aren't you afraid of being wiped out by them! They are too powerful!" the old woman was worried.

"Of course I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not me anymore. I still have companions. My fellow travelers will be with me. Even if I die in battle, it's for my lofty ideals." Chen Zifan laughed.

"But how are you sure it's not your personal idealism?" asked the old woman.

"Because I don't claim to be a king, and I don't want to seek anything for myself, be it honor or respect. I have a weird personality, and I am incompatible with God's character. I support everything he opposes."

"So you are for everyone." The old woman said kindly.

"Yes." Chen Zifan replied firmly.

After hearing all this, the old woman smiled, as if the doubts that had plagued her for centuries had been solved.

"My child, you probably don't like the word wish, then, I wish you good luck! It's getting late, I should go back to bed." The old woman said goodbye to Chen Zifan with a smile, and walked slowly towards her home.

Chen Zifan looked at the back of the old woman going away and smiled and said to himself, "Of course I like hope, because I never despair."

This is, a woman in black robe slowly appeared from behind a house, and she came behind Chen Zifan.

"Master, I've got in touch, the sewer in Brooklyn, she agrees to meet," the woman said.

Chen Zifan showed a satisfied smile again, "Don't worry, let's bury our companion first."

He looked at the clown's body on the ground and said.

(End of this chapter)