He committed suicide by hanging himself on the 44th day.

�Human Slicer Aberio.�

The serious bucktoothed man said while moving a large cutter like a pair of scissors.

�I killed 287 people.�Deconstruction is a hobby.�Dismantling a human into 3,287 parts in the smallest unit of engineering and biological function is the best record in life.�Might break the record today.�For your information���

The corners of his mouth went up wickedly.

�You don�t die easily in Hell.��The two killers whom Chagall stabbed with the rapid-fire sword were still wriggling.

�����I�m sure you need some information.��I didn�t want to help Etella, but I felt bad about being victimized by something I didn�t know.

�Give me a chance.�Raise your hand if you want to live�Just one person, I�ll leave one person who can give me information.�

�Hehe, I knew that.�

A weasel-like man crouched like a mouse, holding a chain scythe.

�I don�t know where he used to eat, but the treatment of his seniors is fucking shit.�Know as misfortune.�I�ll cut off your limbs and put them in a box.�He will never be able to meet the Black Seung.�

�Senior.�

A haze shimmered around Chagall, and countless daggers fell like hailstones.

�Come on.��The killers were wary of unknown phenomena, but retreat from hell was an eternal fall.

�It�s joint work.�

The moment he finished speaking, the five killers kicked off the ground and charged Chagall.

The air trembled and dozens of rapid-fire swords moved as if they had life.

Before Ethella could even come forward, two killers fell with blades stuck in their bodies.

�Aaaaaa!�Blood, blood!�

When all the blood in his body was pumped out, Chagall�s face was covered in blood again.

�I got it!�Now!�

The dull Edron quickly rolled on the ground and hooked a steel wire around Chagall�s ankle.

Chagall didn�t even look up.

�Old fashioned.�

As he waved his wrist while holding the dagger, the shell of the rapid-fire sword pierced Edron�s back.

�100 million!�100 million!�100 million!�100 million!��Amidst the blood gushing out like a fountain, Averio rushed in with his cutter wide open.

�I�ll cut you off from there!�

The cutter that had approached the groin was gripped by the grip of the lever and closed with a clunk.

Aberio�s eyes flashed with doubt.

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