I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 245 You are definitely God!
There was no human shape visible in the exploded body, with pieces of flesh and bones mixed with blood flowing on the gold-paved ground.

Ruling the Royal Court, the place associated with the name Royal Court throughout the ages, seems to be inseparable from blood and fire.

The woman's shocked face was reflected on the pillars inlaid with diamonds.

Mr. Big Pineapple was hung in the air, his eyes widened to their maximum size, feeling that this shocking fact... should be said, it was seriously untrue.

She had fought against Gurewen just now and understood how terrifying that degenerate-looking old man was.

The signature lion tooth roaring sky wave is so powerful that it can disperse her magic with just one move.

Even the bones in his body became weak under the shock wave caused by that punch, and he was defeated and captured on the spot.

Shockwave's attack is invisible, unpreventable, and far away.

Gurewin relied on that strength to serve as the leader of the Holy Knights.

That power is unquestionable.

However, it was just such a person, so calm, easily causing the black-haired man to break his neck, without even a little resistance.

Who the hell is that guy?

Mr. Big Pineapple and Gavel were not included in the range of Shiraishi's aura and pressure, and could not experience the extremely powerful oppression. They only felt that the scene in front of them was the same as a static mime.

"Is it over?" Gavel couldn't believe it and even asked aloud.

"Ah."

Baishi's response broke the silence of the hall. He turned around, raised his hand and pointed. An invisible impact shattered Mr. Big Pineapple's handcuffs, and the man fell from the air.

The moment he stepped on the ground, his chest shook, and the pain caused Mr. Big Pineapple's mind to return to reality, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Big Pineapple, this is Shiraishi, the person sent by the FBI to contact us."

Gavel quickly introduced.

Shiraishi corrected: "I am not from the FBI. I just received an order to hunt for spirits and came to you for information."

Gavel said with a face full of surprise: "Hey, how do you know the password for the docking?"

"Because the order has something to do with the FBI."

Shiraishi shrugged and said, "Nothing else, let's get out of here."

"Don't worry, I still have things to deal with, Gavel, stay here."

Mr. Big Pineapple turned around and wanted to go outside.

Gavel looked a little annoyed and said, "I'm going too. Mr. Big Pineapple is always like this. He wants to do everything without telling me!"

"Let's go together, I have nothing to do anyway."

Shiraishi echoed.

"Tsk, okay, don't spit it out later."

Mr. Big Pineapple scratched his blond hair, strode out of the hall, and pushed open the silver door with both hands.

The guard remained at the door dutifully, not looking back to see who it was.

She was not polite, her right hand lit up with the light of magic, and almost transparent threads sprang out, quickly wrapping around the necks of the guards.

With a finger hook, the silk thread pulled back easily cut off the heads of the guards.

A stream of blood splattered on the gold-covered wall.

This is the paradise Gurewen built for himself, everything is extremely luxurious.

Although gold decoration can easily make people feel rustic, when the 20-meter-high and 16-meter-wide gold aisle is displayed in front of people's eyes, the silent shock is enough to create a visual beauty.

……

"You are, ah."

There was no need for Shiraishi to take action during the whole process. Mr. Big Pineapple used his magic thread to kill the enemies he encountered and stopped in front of a door.

Gavir raised his head. The door was unusually tall. It was made of gold, with a pattern of the crucifixion of Jesus made of various gemstones. "Is there Gurevin's treasure house inside?"

Thinking of Mr. Big Pineapple's money-grubbing character, he thought this was very likely.

"Of course it's impossible. Mr. Bai should have noticed the deep despair..."

Facing Mr. Big Pineapple's question, Shiraishi nodded, frowned and said, "Well, it's very uncomfortable."

"You should know about the bliss, right?

Things that can be called bliss often require moderation, and failure to do so will cause damage. "

Mr. Big Pineapple said, pressing his hand on the door and slowly pushing it in, "And the bliss is to transfer the consequences of people's intemperance to others."

The door was pushed open, and the scene inside made Gavel's face turn pale with fright, his belly rolled, and he almost wanted to vomit, "This, what is this?!"

The dark and spacious hall was full of people, densely packed with people, all of them skinny and skinny.

He was so haggard that only a skeleton was left on his face, and his eye sockets were an extremely abnormal deep purple color. He couldn't even speak. He could only lie on the ground and whine like a dying animal.

"They are all young people in their fifteenth to early twenties. Their vitality has been drained away by magic. The extracted vitality will be made into a fairy mist that is beneficial to the human body. Inhaling it can prolong life. It is the main product of Bliss."

Mr. Big Pineapple had a straight face. It was only after she investigated this point that she decided to fight to the death with the Razor Gang.

Gavel trembled: "Can they still be saved?"

"No, I plan to kill them."

"How can you be so cruel?!"

"It's mercy."

Mr. Big Pineapple replied with a decisive voice, his eyes full of helplessness, "They are hopeless. Instead of living like useless people, it is better to end their painful life here."

Hands up.

Snap, Bai Shi grabbed her hand and said, "Don't worry, let me try."

The other hand opened towards the hall, and tiny vines sprouted from the palm and went towards the bodies of those people.

The vines were accurately inserted into each person's body and began to heal the irreversible injuries caused by magic.

The Dharma thoughts required are too huge for ordinary people to complete, and even the Seventh and Eighth Realms cannot bear them.

Shiraishi can.

In front of his nearly infinite Dharma thoughts, everyone's blood color returned at a speed visible to the naked eye, their skin gradually bulged, became tight and elastic, and the terrifying purple color in their eyes disappeared.

"Oh! It's amazing!"

Gavel shouted excitedly. Compared with killing, this power of healing others made the young man admire him more.

Mr. Big Pineapple's expression was even more confused. Unlike Gavel, she understood that it was impossible to treat these people.

If you want to restore the extracted vitality, how much power of thought is needed to complete it?
"Are you... God?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am a human being, a slightly stronger human being."

Shiraishi stopped treating them and did not ask them to thank them. He said: "I will send you to the door of the Paris police station. If you have anything to say to them, live a good life in the future."

As soon as the words fell, everyone disappeared from here.

"You keep your word, but you still say you're not God?!"

Mr. Big Pineapple complained, feeling a little numb.

I always feel that no matter how outrageous something is, it will become normal if it is done by the man in front of me.

"Don't just expel me."

"Mr. Bai, you are really powerful. Can I become as strong as you in the future?!"

"Of course." Shiraishi would never discourage a young man's dreams. He rubbed his head out of habit and encouraged, "As long as you work hard, there is hope."

"Don't instill that kind of impossible thing casually."

"People always have dreams."

Baishi didn't continue rubbing his head, and his straight facial features showed a trace of seriousness, and said: "Before leaving, let's destroy Bolen Manor first."

The purpose of this trip has been achieved. Originally, he planned to meet up with Huajian Ju and leave.

The scene just now made him decide whether to destroy Bolen Manor. People have the right to choose to fall.

Then others also have the right to choose to destroy fallen people.

He wanted to keep the mysterious weapon of Bolen Manor as his own, to prevent it from being manipulated by others and creating this kind of lawless space.

As for those people in the Razor Gang, they will die if they deserve it, so why bother clinging to the human world.

……

Each floor of Bolen Manor has a floor leader who acts as the leader, and the floor leader among the Bliss is Huck.

The boss of the Razor Gang on the bright side, a magician with the strength of the six realms.

His appearance gives the impression that he has a strong physique that is practiced in white fighting and slashing techniques, and his muscles seem to tear his suit to pieces at the slightest movement.

To be honest, wearing such ill-fitting clothes is not comfortable at all.

The reason why Huck dresses like this is because he was always bullied because he was thin when he was young.

Even though he later stepped into the extraordinary and became a magician, he still did not forget his childhood experience. He liked to train his body to be full of muscles and wear ill-fitting clothes to make himself look strong.

Especially when he was angry, his subordinates were always in fear, afraid of the suit that might burst.

"What are those losers on the sixth floor doing? I've run out of inventory and they haven't even delivered it to me yet!"

Huck stayed in the office and got angry, pounding the table with his hands.

The subordinates outside bravely came in and said weakly: "Boss Huck, Room [-] said that it will be continued..."

"What do I get for refills?! They don't deliver the goods, and they don't answer the phone."

Huck had a grumpy look on his face.

The subordinates guessed: "Will there be any accident?"

"Even if you die, no accident will happen!"

Huck grabbed the tabletop cup but was reluctant to throw it away. This was a diamond cup that he spent a lot of money to make. How could it be stained with the blood of such a fool? "I'm going to go up there and take a look."

Having said this, he lowered his head and patted the bottom of his head, "You should hurry up!"

"Mmmm."

The woman began to speed up.

"Ah!" Huck's heart ached.

The woman noticed the trembling of her tall body and thought it was coming, so she speeded up again.

A large amount of warm liquid fell from the top of his head, and part of it flowed along his hair and across his forehead, making his vision turn bright red.

Blood? !
She originally thought it was saliva or water, but when she raised her head suddenly, she saw Huck with bleeding facial features, staring down with wide eyes, as if wondering why he died.

"what!"

Hey, how could I scream?

She looked around and realized that she was back at home outside Bolen Manor, "It was just a dream, no, the blood is still here, and the smell of that bastard is still in her mouth.

Huck really needs to die.

Phew, could it be that the Almighty Heavenly Father heard my prayer?Then I hope the next man takes a shower every day! "

She was really fed up with that stench.

……

I'm not the only one in this situation.

Between the bliss, the wine pool and the meat forest, and the bloody fight, three scenes were changed in succession. Mr. Shiraishi's methods can only be described in one sentence by Mr. Big Pineapple.

It's none of your business to destroy you.

A complete dimensionality reduction attack.

The members of the Razor Gang didn't even know how they died, and they ended their lives without knowing anything.

Most of those guests and unofficial members were sent home, and a few died here.

For example, the guests in the Bliss Room don't know the principle of the fairy mist, and they are keen to smoke it. Those who don't know it are not guilty.

Customers who know how fairy mist is formed and are still keen on smoking it deserve to die.

……

The bottom floor is the abyss of gambling.

Bang, dang, dang, the sound of a large number of chips falling was heard. It had nothing to do with Huajianju, but it was unknown which direction the sound came from.

She looked at the last chip and was so angry that she slapped the slot machine and cursed: "How can we fix it? There is definitely something wrong with this machine!"

Even if you scold, you still have to invest your chips in it.

After letting her lose so much, she should vomit a big one, right?

Huajianju was fully focused on the slot machine in front of her. A hand suddenly patted her shoulder from the side and said, "Huajian, the person has been found. We should leave here."

"Oh." She turned her head and looked at Mr. Big Pineapple behind Shiraishi, or at his chest to be precise, "It's just like Gavel said, it's so big."

"You're not young either."

Mr. Big Pineapple subconsciously replied, then realized something was wrong, clamped Gavel's temples from the left and right, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about me with others?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Gavel shouted, "It's obviously the reason why you said the name, and."

"And what? You adolescent brat, don't confuse your lustful fantasies with reality."

Mr. Big Pineapple’s raised finger bones drilled inwards.

Gavel gritted his teeth in pain and looked at Shiraishi begging for help.

He turned his head silently, as Mr. Big Pineapple's actions brought back memories of Akira.

When that person repented, he was equally unreasonable.

However, after he became stronger, he rarely chose to use physical force and instead educated him verbally.

Young man, work hard to become stronger!

Shiraishi was thinking to himself, and glanced at the empty tray, "Huajama, have you lost all your chips?"

"Yeah, bad luck."

Huajianju waved her hands casually, not caring about the money she lost.

As long as she has the strength of the seventh realm, it doesn't matter how much she loses, just enjoy herself.

"By the way, have you told Mr. Big Pineapple about our mission?"

"Mr. Bai told me everything. However, it is not easy to find high-level spirits."

Mr. Big Pineapple stopped torturing Gavel and said with a serious face: "Perhaps we can start investigating why Chika Saito came to Paris."

Hanama Kiku scratched her head and asked with a puzzled expression: "Do you think Chika Saito had any purpose in escaping here?"

"Well, based on my understanding of high-level spirits, they won't do useless things, and every move has meaning."

Mr. Big Pineapple held his chin in his hand and said confidently: "As long as we find out what purpose it has in Paris, we have a high chance of finding Chika Saito."

"As expected of a detective, let's go."

Before Hanajian Ju received news from Takagi Kakuzu and the others, she was willing to kill a high-level spirit to kill her free time.

(End of this chapter)