Chapter 323 Death

"Learn, learn, learn well." The appearance of the big demon did not exceed Mu Hua's expectations.

Or, because he had seen a male big demon earlier, Tuesday's appearance was actually a surprise to Mu Hua.

Approaching Tuesday who was half-kneeling on the ground, Mu Hua poked her skin without keratin structure with his fingers, which was delicate, soft and resilient.

Well, of course, this softness is for a certain level of strength, otherwise the touch may become fluorinated rubber.

"Speaking of which, if I use a big demon as a medium for keratin skin, can I get wings like yours?" After touching Tuesday's body, Mu Hua reached out to touch Tuesday's wings.

Hard, bones like steel, feather scales tough. Unlike the imagined weakness that would be easily damaged, the wings with strong defense power, Mu Hua even felt a sharp feeling from them.

The wing bones of her wings are not the kind of ones that are one by one, but a structure like a spinal whip, which can be stretched and folded. Under the deliberate demonstration of Tuesday, the devil's wings can actually cover her with a battle robe like armor.

Very handsome things, Mu Hua likes this kind of wings.

"Master, you should appreciate my temperament and beauty more, instead of thinking about removing the parts from my body." Tuesday's eyes turned into dark devil's pupils, and he complained, as if he was quite displeased with Mu Hua's focus.

The devil's dark eyes can be restrained, but Tuesday has just completed the evolution and cannot control his body in detail for the time being.

The big devil's complaints were exchanged for Mu Hua's white eyes. Tuesday had no choice but to confirm that if he wanted his master to be impatient on him, he might still have to learn the shapeshifting technique well.

Mu Hua also said casually about the devil's wings. After all, he didn't get the devil's horn from the Minotaur.

In fact, Mu Hua is not obsessed with human form. Even from the perspective of his previous life, he thinks some demons with human-like bodies are quite handsome.

Of course, this may be more of a man's perspective, a recognition of power.

With a burst of illusory distortion, the huge demon slowly dissipated, and a woman in a black gauze mist robe appeared in front of Mu Hua.

"Is this death?" Mu Hua asked softly, and stretched his palm to the woman's cheek.

A waterfall-like black hair, cherry lips and a raised nose, with symmetrical facial features, except for the eyes, this is another form of Tuesday, that is, "Death" evolved from the cursed spirit.

This form of Tuesday is completely human, mysterious, quiet, and a bit like Vivian's temperament. The only flaw is probably that she has a pair of lifeless drooping eyes.

Touching the cheek with his palm, delicate and cold, Mu Hua curled his lips, well, it is still cold.

Tuesday's form should still belong to the category of the dead.

"Yes, our existence is very special. Strictly speaking, we should be the god of death in human stories." As he spoke, Tuesday floated behind Mu Hua, put his arms around Mu Hua's neck, and put his cheek against Mu Hua's face.

Tuesday on his back was almost weightless. Although he could touch Mu Hua and feel real, it was actually a spiritual state.

Although he could still switch between the physical and spiritual bodies as before, after Tuesday transformed into the physical body, he looked like a big devil just now.

"Death? Is it related to the death in the apocalypse?" Mu Hua didn't care about Tuesday's behavior. He called the skeleton warriors back to the edge of the abyss to fish.

"The mother body that gave birth to us also determines our strength and survival ability to a large extent. It should be a similar existence." When Tuesday said this, he didn't need Mu Hua to ask in detail and explained his situation.

"I can collect the death of living beings. For example, if you shoot a bamboo pig to death, I can collect its death, and I can also impose it on another living being, so that he will suffer the same intensity of death."

"Equal intensity? Death, injury?" Tuesday's statement was very general, and Mu Hua didn't quite understand.

"No, it probably involves the law of causality, and it can also be in the form of car accidents, falls, diseases, etc., not injuries, but deaths of the same intensity."

"Can it be purified?"

"No, 'death' is the end point. Once it is contaminated, it is inevitable. Well... enough power of faith should be able to imagine the power of immunity from death, maybe it can be."

Power of faith? Mu Hua didn't understand that thing. It felt that playing with that thing required self-hypnosis and self-brainwashing, and it was impossible to distort one's own cognition and values. It was basically impossible to touch it.

However, no matter how non-magical the power of faith was, immunity from death seemed not something that ordinary charlatans could substitute. I think it also required a very high level of divine art.

Thinking about Tuesday's ability, in addition to collecting death, her ability is a bit like the death coming, which seems a bit invincible.

"Of course, the death that can kill a bamboo pig is not necessarily the death of a human." When Mu Hua sighed, he heard Tuesday continue to say.

"Collect, how to collect?" Mu Hua frowned. This probably refers to the intensity of death. It's complicated to think about it. Isn't it better not to collect the death of weak creatures?

To bear the death of a high-level monster, ordinary humans will surely die no matter how hard they try, and even the protagonist's halo may not be able to withstand it.

"It's very simple, just be near the dead."

"Master, all it takes is a war, just a regular war and I can collect a large number of deaths."

"I can indiscriminately release the doom of death within a radius of one kilometer. Every kilometer, uninterrupted release, we can destroy a city without anyone noticing, and we can make all humans tremble in the fear of the unknown."

Well, here it comes again, Mu Hua rolled his eyes again, as if he hadn't heard Tuesday's argument of large-scale destruction for a long time.

All humans? Unknown fear? Are you sure it's unknown? The shadow of the existence of "death" has long existed in human legends. Mu Hua doesn't believe that no one can detect the clues of large-scale disasters.

"It is necessary to collect death, which means that this is not an ability that can be freely exerted." Before Mu Hua spoke, Tina interrupted, but her focus was a bit problematic.

"It's no different from free casting. Don't forget that the creatures destroyed by death will bring new deaths." Mu Hua complained.

Although he didn't know the concept of death, Mu Hua roughly understood its meaning.

That is, if you hang around more dead places, the so-called death will be obtained. If Tuesday throws this kind of death on another person, that person will face a bad luck that may endanger his life.

Isn't that invincible?

Oh, it doesn't seem right. The bad luck of death is not instant death, and people who know her existence will probably fight her to death at the first time.

But... It's still quite invincible. What about the bad luck of death? Maybe you will kill yourself when you fight.

"Is this ability controllable? For example, choose from the deaths you collected and choose which death to give to whom?" Mu Hua frowned and asked.

If it can be controlled, stab more powerful monsters, then whoever you want will die?

Even if the king is targeted by Tuesday, he will probably have bad luck for the rest of his life, right?

"I'm sorry, Master. Death is merciful. It's my instinct to absorb death. If I release it indiscriminately, death will randomly find a host."

"If it is directed to grant, we can only care for each living being once, and it is not up to me to decide what degree of death he will endure." Weird words kept coming out of Tuesday's mouth.

Mu Hua suddenly realized, well, it's still the God of Death, but the death spread by this God of Death still has a certain survival rate, and the key to its survival is probably directly affected by its own strength.

Quite a weird and terrifying ability, the power of faith may be considered her mortal enemy, put in the human world, she is almost no different from the real God of Death.

As long as she wants to cause trouble, as long as no one knows her details, this droopy-eyed girl, I'm afraid she can really cause a mass extinction of species, right?

Didn't you hear her say? A death from being stabbed to death may also cause a car accident, a serious illness, a fire, etc. . . .

It's not surprising that this pit kills a person and causes some other adverse effects, right?

Looking at Tuesday in surprise, Mu Hua took a breath of cold air. Although he had never seen the Demon Lord, in Mu Hua's opinion, in terms of the ability to cause trouble, Tuesday might be more dangerous than the Demon Lord.

"How many death gods like you are there?" Ikaros, who had been squatting beside him and acting as a little transparent, suddenly asked.

Well, this is also a question that Mu Hua wants to ask again. The existence of Tuesday is a bit scary.

"There is no inevitability in our birth. There shouldn't be many, at least I haven't seen any of the same kind so far." Tuesday shook his head.

"It's hard to say about the cursed spirit, but I don't think those who evolve into your type will live long."

"Resurrection, well, the substitute amulet should also work, right? After enduring the death doom you bring once, you can be exempted from your ability. As long as you survive the death you bring once, it would be strange if I don't chase you to the ends of the earth." Mu Hua sighed.

Compared to Tuesday's state of the god of death, several people seem to have ignored her state of the great demon, but it must be said that she is also a death collector, which is what Tuesday said: the mother body that gave birth to them determines their strength.

After all, a fraud demon that gathers and distributes death is not the same as a great demon that gathers and distributes death.

"No, Mu Hua, what I want to ask is, if she brings death to you now, will you not be afraid of them in the future?" Ikaros interrupted the conversation.

"Huh?" As Ikaros asked, Mu Hua and Tina were stunned. When they looked at each other, Mu Hua reached out and pulled Tuesday from behind to the front.

Yes, Tuesday's death is more random, but that is also random from the death she absorbed.

She is still a pink and tender "baby" and has not collected any death on her body.

If I catch a mouse and kill it in front of her, and then let her transfer this death to me, and I survive this death, then when I see Tuesday in the future, I can ignore their terrifying abilities.

Didn't they say that they can only use "Death Comes" once on each living being?

Mu Hua and Tina looked at Tuesday, only to see that Tuesday curled his lips and gave Ikaros a look of disdain.

"You are so nosy. I was going to say these things." Tuesday said to Ikaros, and Mu Hua and Tina's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Okay, now, Tuesday, you stay here and do nothing. Tina, go out and get some mice. By the way, can you get some bugs?" Mu Hua said, and asked the skeleton warriors who were fishing to collect their rods again.

Tuesday absorbed death out of his control, and it would be troublesome to kill the monsters he caught. As for the undead on the island, it doesn't matter. Tuesday specializes in living things. The undead don't have death for Tuesday to collect, and the undead don't accept the doom of death.

Now it's best not to let death appear around Tuesday. It's best to let a few mice die, and then let the brothers bear the death from these mice. It's best.

"Ordinary bugs won't work. The mice are better to be adults. I'm not a trash can." Tuesday was a little proud.

This is indeed a benefit she can bring to Mu Hua. She can make Mu Hua no longer threatened by her kind in the future.

With Tuesday's confirmation, Mu Hua left Ikaros to guard Tuesday, while he returned to the hotel with Tina. Taking advantage of the night, the two began to look for traces of rats in the town.

Catch rats, catch more rats, not only Mu Hua, but also a rare opportunity to let everyone around him suffer the death of rats.

Drowning, no, the concept of this way of death is too general. If you really put it in the water, it is not certain whether the rat or the person will die first. It is not easy to determine the so-called intensity of death.

Death is not so simple. It does not mean that death from rats has no intensity. The measurement standard of death intensity is somewhat vague. Comfortable and low-intensity damage should barely be considered a standard.

Headshots and heart penetrations are no problem. They are all hits and collisions. Forget it. For safety reasons, let's not do it.

To let it die peacefully and comfortably, for example, give it a dose of medicine that will never kill people?

Forget it, just beat it to death with moderate force, that is the most direct, since Tuesday said that there is a situation where death misfortune can be overcome, there is nothing more direct than this.

It was late at night but not peaceful. Nowadays, there are more outsiders in the town. You can see drunk pedestrians on the streets from time to time at night, and occasionally you can hear the sirens of police cars.

Originally, I wanted to catch mice, but Mu Hua thought carefully and thought that the survival ability of birds should be weaker than that of mice, and their death should be "lighter".

Insects? Not to mention, some insects are really good, probably related to their natural lifespan, and they accept the "death" of creatures that can live for more than three to five years.

But insects actually have a strong ability to survive. Some of them can't be sure whether they are dead or not even if you squeeze them into mud. It's too cruel, and more importantly, it's impossible to determine how the intensity of that kind of death is calculated.

While summoning ravens to catch birds, Mu Hua suddenly discovered that there were two more patrol motherships in the sky above the town.

Starships gathered, and it seemed that the day for the patrol meeting was approaching. (End of this chapter)