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When the crowd found Fang Mo again.
He was standing still, studying a bizarre longsword in his hands that was as black as ink.
"You..." The brows of Kishibe slightly furrowed, as his gaze kept shifting between Fang Mo and the sword: "Have you dealt with that Darkness Devil already?"
"Yes."
Fang Mo waved the bizarre longsword in his hand: "Immortal and indestructible, you think that's awesome? Isn't it still captured by me obediently to become a sword? What should I name this sword? Black Chips? Shadow Eclipse? Zero-Cost Blade?"
"Huh?"
Hearing Fang Mo's words, everyone was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what he was talking about.
"Speaking of which, does anyone know the true name of the Darkness Devil?" However, Fang Mo kept talking to himself, touching his chin and saying: "I kind of want to give it a name related to its end... How about the Sealed, Black Descendant of the Great Devil?"
"I say."
While Fang Mo was talking, Angel Devil not far away suddenly spoke up: "It's fine for you to cause trouble or make fun, but can you let us out first?"
"And our arms."
Hearing this, Hirofumi Yoshida also quickly added: "Could you please help find them? If we go to the hospital now, it might still be possible to reattach them, considering I'm still in school... It's very inconvenient without arms, you know."
"Just an arm."
Fang Mo dismissed it with a wave of his hand: "It's fine without it!"
"?"
Hearing Fang Mo's words, Hayakawa Aki was the first to lose patience: "Stop it, arms are very important to us, okay?"
"You only lost your arms, but the Darkness Devil lost its freedom." Now that Fang Mo had acquired the dark sword, he was in a very good mood and started to torment his teammates again: "The two are not comparable at all. Although you now have nothing, you are free, and that's the greatest fortune."
"Sorry, we don't want this kind of fortune."
Hayakawa Aki immediately said: "Leaving other things aside, you must find our arms for us, otherwise, when everyone complains about you, they won't be able to facepalm, can you imagine that scene?"
"This... indeed feels like something is missing."
Hearing this, Fang Mo nodded in agreement, "There's no other way. For your sake, I'll help you get your arms back."
After saying this, Fang Mo raised his hand.
The netherworld energy of the beacon turned into spheres of white light, enveloping everyone present.
The netherworld energy contained a power similar to that of a regenerative potion, so everyone quickly felt a tingling at their wounds, followed by the squirming of flesh and blood, and then two new arms grew out.
"This regenerative ability is so strong."
Yoshida Hirofumi was surprised as he looked at his newly grown arms, "Is this also the power of Devils?"
"Yes."
Fang Mo smiled and nodded, "This is the ability of the so-called Freeloader Devil from the legends. Even if you have no arms, it can find a way to let you reach out..."
"So, can you send us back now?" The Angel Devil didn't pick up on the topic but instead spoke up, "This Hell's Aura is really unbearable, not to mention the Devils, even I can hardly stand it anymore, and if I remember correctly, Santa Claus should still be outside, right?"
"Speaking of Santa Claus..."
Upon hearing this, Tamaoki unconsciously frowned and said, "Did he just ask the Darkness Devil to grant him the power to kill Makima?"
"What!?"
Hearing this, Denji immediately became restless. He had just been helped up by the others and was still feeling a bit weak, but the mention of Makima being in danger made him unable to hold back, "That bastard Santa Claus... Brother Fang Mo, please open a door for me quickly, I need to go and take her down."
"Lord Chainsaw! You don't have enough blood!"
Hearing this, the Shark Devil also hurriedly spoke up, "You need to drink blood... to save Miss Makima!"
"Damn it..."
After hearing this, Denji bit his teeth in anger, "Blood or whatever, I'll drink it outside, but Miss Makima is in danger now, I must hurry to save her..."
"No, are you sick?"
Before Denji could finish his sentence, Fang Mo couldn't stand it anymore and directly interrupted him, "I know you've been struggling at the bottom since you were young, and maybe you've knelt for so long you've forgotten how to stand... but could you consider Reze's feelings? She really likes you, you know. And yet, you're ready to throw your life away to save another woman?"
After being scolded by Fang Mo like that, Denji seemed to have come to a realization as well, subconsciously turning his head to look at Reze next to him: "That, I..."
"Denji-kun... can't you like me a bit more?"
Reze, who was an experienced actor, immediately put on an expression like a wronged kitten: "I really, really like Denji-kun..."
"I, I, I'm wrong..."
After hearing this, Denji felt completely numb. He was the worst at dealing with these situations, so he quickly apologized: "But even so... Miss Makima is at least my boss. If she dies, there won't be anyone to pay my salary, right? If I lose my job, I might end up drinking wheat flour mixed with water again..."
"Just keep flattering her, sooner or later you'll flatter till you're sick."
Fang Mo looked at Denji with a bit of disappointment, then sighed: "Forget it, those who want to leave, come to this side. I'll send you back first."
"Me, me, me!"
Power, who had been playing dead, hurriedly came forward upon hearing this: "I don't want to stay in this dreadful place any longer, let me out!"
"And me."
Hirofumi Yoshida also said immediately.
"I want to go out too!" The Shark Devil thought for a moment and said: "I want to help Lord Chainsaw!"
In short, after a brief count, except for the ones who didn't speak, the rest all expressed their desire to leave hell. Even Quanxi and the Devils behind her felt the same, as the atmosphere in this place was indeed too oppressive, giving an indescribable feeling.
"Sorry, you few can't leave."
Fang Mo looked at Quanxi, then rejected their request to leave.
"Why?"
Quanxi immediately asked, "Nonsense," Fang Mo retorted with a roll of his eyes, "Big sister, you're the enemy, okay? Why would I send you out? To continue opposing the Special Division?"
"I can surrender to you."
"If you're afraid I'll run away, you can chop off my limbs, or even my head, it doesn't matter, but I hope you can spare my women. Now... I only have the two of them left."
"We did kill your women."
Fang Mo looked at the First Devil hunter with interest: "You surrendered so easily... I don't find that very credible."
"I did indeed want to kill you at first."
Quanxi said, "But after witnessing your strength firsthand... I realized it was impossible. I don't want to risk their lives over revenge anymore, so as long as you can spare us, I'll do anything, even lick your shoes, but I beg you to spare my women."
"Emmm..."
Fang Mo stared at Quanxi, thoughtfully stroking his chin, "How about... joining the Fourth Special Division?"
"Just me?"
Quanxi asked.
"It doesn't matter, if you want to bring your women along, that's fine too," Fang Mo smiled, "I see you enjoy playing with arrows, if you join, I'll cover for you."
"Really?"
Quanxi's gaze flickered, seemingly weighing something, "Are you sure you won't harm them?"
"Cough, cough."
Seeing this, Fang Mo directly said, "Chinese people don't deceive Chinese people *wink* *wink*."