The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Diablo was cut all over by the blade, the blade fell from his body, and he slowly stood up from the ground covered in blood, and then saw another pair of scissors appear on his wrist.

His ability can only produce blades and scissors from where his eyes can reach.

Calm down, Diablo. Diablo said to himself that he had never suffered such humiliation once since he obtained the replacement of the Scarlet King.

His abilities can't be condensed into weapons in my body, because the conditions for activation can be seen, right?

If iron elements are extracted from the blood and made into weapons with great lethality, why not generate them directly in my heart?

Because he can't do it.

Obviously the bit has been destroyed by me, how did he find out when and when he deleted it?

hateful.

His long hair is fluttering, and the fragments about the future have begun to unfold.

[KingCrimson (King of Crimson)! 】

Diablo said this name silently in his heart. This name is very familiar to him. It is his exclusive power that controls time to change the world.

The world began to disintegrate in Diablo’s double pupils, and replaced with a cosmic background magical background——

This proves that he will transcend the three-dimensional world and stand on a higher world view to look at the world. During the time he deletes, he will stare at everything here like high-dimensional creatures and low-dimensional bugs.

Just like the three-dimensional world, the two-dimensional world is just like original paintings.

This time he didn't rush forward but watched his movements around Risoute. During this period of deletion, he couldn't change everything. While observing Risoute, he pulled off the scissors from his wrist.

The blood stayed along his arm, every inch of pain, every drop of blood, burned Diablo's dignity like a raging fire, so that Diablo forced me to this point... , I must let you die.

Diablo watched as the blood he shed began to turn yellow, falling drop by drop to the ground——

He began to breathe, anger strengthened the ability of the substitute, allowing [Metal Products] to deprive Diablo too much of the iron element... As long as he was within Risut’s range, he had to accept this. The test.

Risute’s range was as high as ten meters, and Diablo couldn't hide in this narrow ward.

Diablo looked at the yellow blood dripping onto the ground, and then at the scarlet blood of Risut...

etc? ! When was he injured... He stared at the blood falling from Risut’s fingertips on the ground...

Do you use blood drops to calculate the jump in time? !

Diablo was ecstatic, and even forgot his lack of oxygen and pain, time to delete the time is running out...

He backed away a few steps, hiding far away.

"The Crimson King·Time starts to flow now!"

Sure enough, Lisute saw a few more drops of blood on his fingertips, which had surpassed the limit of human response, and would use [Metal Products] to control the metal in this ward and sweep all around him, silver light Flash drew a circle in front of him, cutting off all the material around him and Meloni.

...But Diablo has been hiding far away.

Risout's eyes condensed, and his decisiveness flashed through--

Sure enough, Diablo had discovered that he knew his abilities, and he might be killed in the next battle. His defeat against himself against [the Scarlet King] was not a surprise, but Meloni Can't die...

He must spread the information out so that everyone knows the true face of Diablo...This is the transmission of hope.

My life with Iruso can continue.

"Melloni..."

"team leader!"

"I use [metal products] to cover you and jump from here." Although it is on the fifth floor, it will be fine with Meloni's physical fitness.

"Uh……"

"Stop talking, do it now, this is an order."

Meloni stared at Lisoute with wide eyes, nodded vigorously. It is the most important thing to spread the information, so everyone will not sacrifice in vain...

What he can do is to make sacrifices meaningful...

His position was closer to the balcony, and Meloni quickly jumped towards the window sill!

"Want to escape?!" As soon as Diablo wanted to continue to use the time to delete, he found that countless blades appeared on his face and right leg, cutting the yellowed blood, and transferring huge pain to Diablo. Attention...

[Metalware] has become stronger, but I delete the past, and my awareness of going through this trial is no lower than you——

——The Crimson King! Let time jump!

The world began to peel off before Diablo’s eyes. He once again looked directly at everything in time as if he was standing in the perspective of God... Whenever he stood in this position, he could always give birth to the feeling of being an emperor...

Diablo stumblingly walked to Meloni. Time deletion is different from time cessation. In the process of time deletion, things are still going on. In other words, Risute’s [Metalwork] is still on his body. effect.

Countless blades fell on Diablo, and he walked to the side of Meloni, measuring the distance and the blood in his body...

Do it again, even if you kill him, you will lose a lot of iron and die...

No...no...no, can't...continue...

Let’s kill Risout first...

Diablo raised his hand that was constantly trembling due to lack of oxygen, and threw the blood into Risute's dark eyes...

-Blindfolded with blood.

Then you will never see the blood drop timer again...

He listened to Risut's heartbeat with ridiculous caution, and determined the position of his heart. He couldn't make the mistake of Iruso the last time.

Raising his hand high, he took another look at Meloni... Meloni and the remaining members of the assassination team were handed over to Bugarati.

It was destiny that led Bugarati to kill the ambition that ended them...

"The Crimson King! Time is flowing now!!"

"Die! Risout!"

Raising his fist high, he pierced his chest at the moment when Risout was flustered at the moment his eyes were covered with blood—

Risout could feel the numbness in his chest...

——He died on the spot with a broken heart.

Meloni never looked back, but left the ward directly.

The Crimson King drew his hand from Risout’s chest, and Risout fell to the ground without any vitality—

His lacklustre gaze always fell on the window sill.

The white curtains were blown by the breeze on the coast of Kalia...

Thousands of miles are cloudless, and the blue sky is just right.

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If I can't pick the right out of chapter, my professionalism is still not enough.