A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 188 Casillas!

Matt Murdoch looked at the man in the hood and asked in a cold voice: "Which organization are you? How many children have you kidnapped? Where are you going to send them?"

"Hey hey hey..."

The man in the hood who was nailed to the wall by the sacred arrow, after hearing Matt's threat, instead of showing fear, he let out an evil laugh, and there was a chilling frenzy in his eyes.

Matt Murdoch sneered before punching the hooded man in the stomach.

boom!

The huge force hit his abdomen hard, and the accompanying spasms and severe pain stopped the man in the hood from laughing abruptly.

Matt Murdoch shook his hand and said coldly, "Now, can you answer my question?"

"You son of a bitch..."

The hooded man's eyes flickered fiercely, and he spat out unbearable obscenities.

But before he finished speaking, Matt was beaten violently.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Matt had no expression on his face, and his fists rained down on the man in the hood, and he also picked out the pain points all over his body to hit.

Matt, who has learned martial arts from Stickman, is quite proficient in the weaknesses of the human body, and he has a very good grasp of the strength. Every punch can guarantee the strength to make the man in the hood painful, and not let him pass out. .

After more than a dozen punches, the man in the hood twitched in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"Are you comfortable?"

Matt did not know where to take out a tissue, wiped his blood-stained fists, and then said lightly: "Now, you can answer my question."

He would not show mercy to this kind of child-trafficking scum!

If it were him in the past, he might still consider whether he would kill someone, but after joining the invisible empire, this concept has been completely eliminated from his mind!

"correct......"

While wiping his hands, Matt said coldly: "Don't think that you will be free after death. I can still beat your soul. If you don't believe me, you can experience it for yourself later."

As a Quincy master, Matt can wait for the hooded man to die and torture his soul again!

The man in the hood seemed to be frightened by this sentence. Seeing that Matt didn't seem to be joking, he hesitated for a moment and said, "We are... fanatics!"

"A fanatic?"

Matt frowned, searched carefully in his mind, and found that he had never heard of this organization, and asked again: "You mentioned the sacrifice just now, tell me what does that mean?"

"It's literally..."

The hooded man took the opportunity to take a few breaths, and then endured the severe pain and said: "This child is our sacrifice to the great master of darkness!"

"Dark Lord?"

Matt frowned deeper, and it was another unfamiliar term.

"That's right, the great Lord of Darkness!"

The hooded man shouted frantically: "He is the ruler of darkness, the end of infinite time, and the only true God in the world!"

"Tsk...another lunatic."

A trace of disgust rose between Matt Murdoch's brows, and he judged the hooded man in front of him as a member of a cult.

As a lawyer, he has read many cases. Among them, there are people who commit crimes everywhere in the name of a certain evil god in the name of faith. In fact, there are many people in the United States, and many of them have been brainwashed Finally, attack your own relatives.

"Hey hey hey..."

The hooded man smiled coldly: "It seems that you don't believe in the Lord of Darkness."

Matt sneered: "I only believe in the law."

The hooded man licked his lips and said seductively, "If you are willing to join us, you can gain eternal life!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Matt shook his head and said lightly: "Tell me where your organization's base is, and I can make your death easier."

"no need."

The man in the hood suddenly raised his head, revealing the dark, cracked eye sockets hidden under the hood, and said with a sinister smile, "You'll see him soon, the leader of our organization!"

"Huh? Not good!"

Matt Murdoch's heart throbbed, his pupils shrank slightly, and the hair on his back stood up suddenly.

call!

A sharp piercing sound came from behind, mixed with a strong killing intent!

Matt reacted very quickly, lowering his body and rolling forward, narrowly dodging the sneak attack from behind.

Before Matt got up from the ground, he saw an orange whip coming from the corner of his eye!

crackle!

There was no time to dodge, Matt was hit in the chest by the orange whip, and was immediately beaten to pieces.

"what--"

Matt couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, endured the severe pain and took off the long stick, turning into two short sticks in his hand again.

In such a narrow alleyway, the long stick cannot be used at all, and it is not as suitable as the short stick for this kind of battle.

crackle!crackle!

The two orange-yellow whips were mixed with the sound of cracking, pumping the air like firecrackers.

Matt jumped back, dodging the two whips, and his eyes fell on the sneak attacker.

I saw that the man was wearing the same yellow costume as the hooded man, the dark black eye sockets were covered with crack-like lines, and there was a disturbing coldness in the pupils.

"who are you?"

Matt took a few breaths, and with the help of Lingzi to restore the injury on his chest, asked inquiringly.

The man sneered: "Cassilias, the leader of the fanatics."

......

Jingling Pavilion.

Lord stared at the bald man in front of him, and asked, "The supreme mage came to visit suddenly, what's the matter?"

The supreme mage smiled slightly and said, "I came to you because I want you to do me a favor."

help?

Lord frowned unconsciously when he heard this sentence: "With your means, do you still need my help?"

The implication of this sentence is that even if you can't solve the problem, it is even more impossible for me to solve it.

The supreme mage smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, and it has something to do with you."

"Oh?"

Lord raised his eyebrows and became interested: "Is it related to me?"

"good."

The Supreme Mage chuckled and said, "Do you still remember Sithorn?"

"Of course I remember." The corner of Lord's mouth twitched.

"That's good."

The supreme mage nodded slightly, and continued: "Remember the props for summoning Sithorne, it is the dark book."

"Remember..." Lord looked at the Supreme Mage, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you take that book away?"

"not at all."

The supreme mage shook his head and said, "When Sithorn left the earth, he used his last bit of power to tear up the book of darkness and scattered it all over the world, so I hope you can collect these scattered pages for me."

"Uh......"

Lord hesitated for a moment: "Then why don't you collect it yourself? It shouldn't be difficult for you."

"No."

The supreme mage sighed: "Sithorn shielded me with black magic, so it is impossible for me to find the dark book."

"Then why are you looking for me?" Lord asked puzzled.

The supreme mage took a deep look at him, and said, "Because you have the power of Sithorne, you will attract the dark book in the dark, so I can only ask you for help."