Chapter 83 Countercurrent. Six Instruments Slash! (8K monthly votes requested)

On the marble steps outside the Trinity Hall, at some point there was a crisp sound of footsteps hitting the ground with hard soles.

This crisp sound was obviously not very loud, but when it fell into my ears, it felt like the eyes of a terrifying predator thousands of miles above were swooping down. The pirates guarding the entrance of the Trinity Guild Hall couldn't help but take two steps back.

"what?"

A pirate behind him frowned and took a step forward. In his hand was a big sword with a blade that was almost half as long as his height.

This kind of sword is called the "Great Hybrid" in the countries in the western part of the mainland. It is a long sword that perfectly combines the stabbing of the knight's sword with the chopping of the chopping sword. It is the second battle general under Thiago Murphy.

Grace's hands have chopped countless bones into pieces.

It was at this time,

Grace saw clearly the face of the person in front of her.

It was an extremely ordinary yet extraordinary face, with a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and a meticulous formal suit, giving people an unimaginable cold and oppressive look when he walked around.

Falling in Grace's eyes, he could tell at a glance that this was a person who had no preference or hatred for anything, and would only act in accordance with objective facts and dogma.

Or in the eyes of some people,

This is a mature and reliable judge.

But in Grace's eyes

"Tsk! What a boring guy."

He thought this in his mind and naturally said it out of his mouth.

Hearing the sound on the steps in front, Mick Gioia also stopped, his eyes fell calmly on Grace, and his brows wrinkled imperceptibly.

"The person our boss is waiting for is probably not you. If you go forward, don't blame me for being rude." Grace shook her head and said.

He noticed that the other party was quite strong, and his expression became wary.

Mick Gioia pulled out the thin sword known as [The Goblin's Friend] from his waist, and stared at the other party calmly under his sunglasses, "But the people I'm looking for should be you."

He took a step forward.

Suddenly, the scene in front of me changed, as if I was in another world for an instant.

There were no cries, no footsteps, no noisy sounds, a deathly silence, only streaks of smoke and countless mass graves on the ground.

The realm unfolds. The place where corpses are sealed.

"I told you not to go forward."

Grace's sigh came to her ears, and then she chuckled and pointed to the empty graves on the ground that had not yet been filled with corpses.

"They're all here, let's pick one."

The expressions of the people in the 13th Division of the Metropolitan Police Department who were following Mick Gioia suddenly changed.

field!

He is actually a seventh-level absolute ability user!

The captain of the first team, Tsukada, was looking at the other pirates who were leisurely guarding the entrance of the Trinity Guild Hall, and his face suddenly became more solemn than ever before.

Even the person guarding the door is a seventh-level absolute ability user. So what kind of terrifying strength is the man worthy of being followed by these pirates?

What are the origins of these pirates?

"Is Judge Mick okay?" Sairin Chitetsu, the captain of the third division, couldn't help but turned around and asked.

He once met Snake Gokugo at the Sakura Crossing. Although he still doesn't know what the Holy Lord who merged into Snake Gogue's body is, he knows firsthand how terrifying the realm is.

Hearing his words, Juro Miyano of the Sixth Division chuckled, "No, Mix-san seems to be a very reliable person."

Is it reliable?

Chitetsu Nishirin recalled the feeling he had during this period of time with Mick Gioia, although the sunglasses always on the bridge of his nose made him feel a bit cold.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that the other person's behavior is indeed very mature, stable and meticulous. He seems to be somewhat reliable.

There was silence in the field.

Mick Gioia glanced at the endless cemetery, rubbed the thin sword with the black leather glove in his hand, and asked in that unchanging tone:

"The energy of the seven-level absolute ability users and the Nine Families is really beyond imagination. Are those all the people who died under your hands?"

Grace shook her head without thinking, "It can be said that, or more accurately, those died at the hands of the Deep Sea Demon Pirates, and I am just a death mourner."

"The Deep Sea Demon Pirates? No wonder they have such terrifying strength."

A faint light flashed through Mick Gioia's eyes under his sunglasses. He had obviously heard of this name. He nodded lightly and said, "Speaking of which, you should still be on my hunting list. The big shots of Tianrenjiu are still there."

It’s really informal.”

The thin sword in his hand was finally unsheathed, and he pointed at Grace in the distance, his tone still as stiff as bones in the snow in winter, "Then today, let me be your mourner."

The moment the words fell,

The thin sword in Mick Gioia's hand has already cut into Grace's shoulder, and the precise blade is like cutting through butter, lubricated to the point where there is no obstruction, and everything ends like that.

This is undoubtedly very abnormal.

"Substitute?"

Mick Gioia murmured to himself.

"That's only half the answer."

The next moment,

Without warning.

The body in front of me, which had almost half of its body chopped off by Mick Gioia, fell backwards. Suddenly, it straightened up again in an incredible zombie-like posture, and the remaining arm suddenly swung the sword towards him.

He smashed it against Mick Gioia in the field.

The evil wind whipped up by the great sword hits your face!

Mick Gioia's hawk-like eyes flashed with light, and he suddenly leaned forward and slashed forward with the thin long sword in his hand, instantly dividing half of the body in front of him into half.

Bang bang bang—!

Applause came from the tombs in the realm of Corpse Sealing. Grace's figure disappeared into the realm at some point, but the voice came from countless underground tombs in the realm:

"What an outstanding reaction. He is worthy of being the strongest judge under the Eleventh Judgment. Unfortunately, in my field, reaction and speed have lost their meaning."

Suddenly, the cemetery beneath my feet trembled.

One after another, dry, rotten or swollen corpses crawled out of the endless tombs, as dense as moths lingering in the lights. This incredible sight is simply unforgettable.

These corpses looked of different shapes, but there was no exception. Each of them was holding the big sword that Grace had held before, and they were rushing towards Mick Gioia like a pilgrim.

No!

They are not a pilgrimage, but more like calling Mick Gioia to join them.

In my ears, Grace's voice sounded like the devil whispering softly:

"Are you afraid? You should be afraid, that would be fun, right? Welcome to join my realm of Corpse Sealing Land."

Under the beige sunglasses, Mick Gioia's mature man's face still showed no unnecessary emotions. He just pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and then said in a cold and low voice with the same tone:

"Do you really think I can't hit you?"

The moment the words fell.

There is no unnecessary explanation.

Mick Gioia held the thin sword in his hand and rushed forward quickly, as if he was alone and launched a charge against countless decaying corpses in the field ahead.

The moment the two sides are about to get close!

Mick Gioia suddenly raised his head, and the line of sight under his sunglasses seemed to form a subtle yet perfect angle with the boundless landscape.

In the next moment, a figure suddenly jumped up and passed over the vast tide of corpses below like an eagle striking the sky. The long sword in his hand thrust out along a certain angle in the field.

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Countercurrent. Six-Year Slash!

Tsk-!

all of a sudden,

The space twisted crazily.

At the entrance of the Trinity Guild Hall, the pupils of Grace, who maintained the domain, suddenly shrank. A figure appeared out of thin air under the distortion of the light at the entrance of the guild hall. The bright sword reflected a picture of people who were either shocked, shocked or frightened.

's face.

The next moment, Mick Gioia's sharp and slender sword penetrated Grace's neck and did not stop until the tip of the sword emerged from the back of his head.

Blood was left drop by drop.

At this moment, Grace's face was filled with astonishment and shock, and she stared at Mick Gioia who was so close with her eyes wide open.

How can this be?
To be continued...