"Do you know how the Cat God died?"
The swordsman stared at Wodie with red eyes and smiled hideously.
"Do you know why the last god in heaven and on earth, the cat god who should be invincible in the world, has become a joke and a topic of conversation among others?"
Woody lowered his ears cooperatively, and imitated the middle-aged man who was doing research before, answering in a trembling voice: "I, I don't know."
He spoke in a very low voice, and at first glance, he really sounded like a frightened cat.
The swordsman, who had long been overwhelmed by anger and hatred, had no time to distinguish the calmness hidden under Wodi's frightened appearance. She put her middle finger and ring finger together and waved them casually. Silently, the entire laboratory was cut in half. The ceiling turned into white powder and fell all over the ground in an instant, like a sudden snowstorm.
"Who can kill God? Only those closest to Him! This despicable beast, a traitor who deserves to be hanged, committed blasphemy with the favor of God, and even wanted to devour the remains of God! He deserves to bear the crime of patricide for the rest of his life, and will never obtain true godhood!"
She cursed and danced with joy, completely different from the cold and indifferent swordsman who was as hollow as the long-haired Sadako demon in Wodi's impression. It was as if she had suddenly awakened some strange attribute, or as if the effect of the tranquilizer for a mental patient had worn off, and her crazy and cruel inner self gradually revealed itself.
[…I don’t think she’s talking about Cat God.]
Cat Toy asked blankly, paused, and added a sentence.
...
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[And Cat God was not backstabbed by his friend. It was not his fault that Big Dog's mind was polluted by the Hellfire. These were Cat God's original words. He never blamed Big Dog.]
"The swordsman is obviously not talking about the Cat God," Wodi silently digested this huge amount of information, "the crime of patricide, the desire for godhood, the betrayer... these words are clearly describing the son of Satan."
Considering that the boss behind the Biluo organization is the Son of Satan, the swordsman's hatred for him seems extremely subtle.
After thinking this through, and then thinking back to the conversation between the swordsman and the puppeteer, the so-called oath of "I will serve my God with my life, and I will honor my God with my blood" was not said to the son of Satan, but clearly to the god of hell, Satan.
"I think I have guessed why the swordsman is happy about the Twenty-Eight Mansions raid," Wodi murmured, "God has mercy on me, I thought I was the highest-ranking undercover agent in the Biluo Organization."
What's going on with this organization, the mysterious mask of the mastermind behind all this, but two of its three leaders want to rebel?
In other words, he had never come into contact with the ghost master and was unable to judge this person's background. If the ghost master also had ulterior motives, he might as well not call it Biluo Huangquan and just change the name to a winery!
Woody had mixed feelings.
Fortunately, he managed his facial expressions well enough that the swordsman didn't notice that he was distracted. After cursing the blasphemer, he put his palms together and manipulated the strong wind to transform it into arrow feathers, which pierced the hellhound's head and exploded with a loud bang, causing the hellhound to split in half and dissipate without a trace in black mist.
The swordsman stretched out his hand, scratched the place where the hellhound disappeared, pulled out a silver-white fragment, and shook it in front of Wodi.
"I got the fragment of the Cat God's divine power from the Ghost Master a few days ago," she said, speaking clearly and seeming to have calmed down. "I was planning to put it on the hellhound to see if it would have any additional effect on the hellhound, but I didn't expect that a few idiots would delay my efforts. Hmm, do you want it?"
Not knowing how to react, Woody nodded, looked around his head, and suddenly asked, "Is this an independent space?"
He always felt that the swordsman's personality was too different from before, and it was unlikely that he was provoked into this state by those presumptuous researchers. After all, this great demon had lived for thousands of years, and even if his IQ had decreased, his patience should not be so bad.
Come to think of it, the Sword Master's current behavior is somewhat similar to that when she was in the Puppet Master's Castle. This makes Wodi suspect that she is usually under the surveillance of the Son of Satan, so she pretends to be obedient and boring to prevent the demigod from seeing the clues.
More importantly, although the swordsman is very strong, she is not strong enough to move mountains and fill the sea. What's more, she practices kendo and prefers to fight with real swords and guns. Using curses is fine, but turning the entire hall into dust with a wave of her hand is really not her style.
The swordsman chuckled, and this time he was actually a little happy: "Yes, the illusion outside is just a deliberate trap. This is the domain bestowed upon me by my god. Even the gods cannot see through it. I named it the Sword Domain."
This kind of territory can recognize its own master. Once the contract is successful, it will no longer recognize anyone else. Within the territory, the lord can do whatever he wants. Others who enter the territory can only be dominated by the lord if they do not have the ability to tear through space and leave.
"Wow," Woody exclaimed, half in a cliché and half sincerely, "this is really an eye-opener."
The swordsman looked at him and was probably in a good mood at the moment, so he was willing to say a few more words: "This is not the first time you have seen a domain."
Woody was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded: "The puppeteer's castle?"
The swordsman nodded: "Not bad."
Even for a swordsman who had served the gods for many years and was well-informed, a domain was the most precious treasure. She had always been indifferent to the puppeteer turning the domain into a happy home for the puppets.
But after the swordsman came to the human world, the domain, as a rare existence that could shield the eyes and ears of the son of Satan, became her base for studying how to fight against the son of Satan. In recent years, she finally had a feasible plan, so she built a research institute in it and found several reliable researchers who were cursed by blood to study day and night.
She was so annoyed just now, not only because her true nature was revealed after entering the field, but also because she hated those extremely stupid researchers for taking the initiative to reveal the things that she had hidden very well to Woody in advance.
However, after seeing Wodie's reaction and filling in the gaps in her plan, her emotions quickly calmed down, and she was even in the mood to talk to Wodie a few more words about the puppeteer.
Of course, Wodie had no idea about the swordsman's complex psychological changes. He just felt that her emotions changed too quickly and her image was very different from usual, so crazy that even Maomao was a little scared.
He cleared his throat and included the ghost master's ghost domain in his domain. He thought about why the ghost domain had restrictions on entering the human world, whether it was some kind of unique seal, whether the puppet master and sword master could also be sealed into their respective domains, etc. A series of thoughts quickly went through his mind, but he remained calm on the surface: "Now that the crisis of the hellhound getting out of control has been resolved, can I leave?"
After learning a lot of explosive news, his focus was no longer on the secret experiment - of course, this was mainly because the swordsman's few casual actions just now had already shocked the entire laboratory, and even if he stayed any longer, he probably wouldn't be able to find any clues.
This time it was the swordsman who stopped people from leaving.
"Are you really not interested in the story of the Cat God?" she asked, her eyes sweeping over with the kind of arrogance that one thinks sees through everything. "You don't want to know who the murderer is, and you don't want to avenge Him?"
Wodi said calmly: "It was the hellhound that killed the Cat God. I am improving my strength now so that I can close the gate of hell one day and prevent the hellhound from causing harm to the world forever."
The muscles on the swordsman's face twitched, and his teeth creaked. "Expel? Stay in hell? Not enough, this is not enough! How can blasphemers deserve to live in this world? They must die, be thrown into a frying pan, be skinned and cut into pieces, and finally have their souls scatter and never be reincarnated!"
Woody couldn't help but quietly took a step back.
"Why didn't I realize that the swordsman was so crazy before?" He complained in his mind, "Isn't her mood changing a little too fast? Cat Toy, do you have a way to identify a person's mental state?"
[I am a cat toy, not Doraemon, so how can I have such a small prop?]
Cat toys mean helplessness.
[Don't worry, he's not necessarily insane. The swordsman may just be more sensitive to things related to the Son of Satan.]
The swordsman suddenly flashed in front of Wodi, and stared at his eyes with a pair of lifeless gray eyes, which scared Wodi who was distracted. "Kitty, are you willing to let the hellhound go like this?"
"Of course I am unwilling to accept this." He shook his head subconsciously and reflexively chose the answer that the swordsman was most satisfied with. "But I can't enter Hell. There are so many incarnations of power in Hellhounds that I can't kill them all."
As expected, the swordsman retreated to her original position. Judging from her expression, she must be satisfied with Wodi's answer.
"I have a way," she said, her pale fingertips slashing through the air, leaving a thin and long line, "Don't worry, just wait a few more days, and when I have gathered all the fragments of the Cat God for you, I will take you into hell, kill the hellhounds, and kill... all the blasphemers."
Wodi blinked and understood what she meant. He wanted to ask more, but the swordsman pushed him forward with force. He was caught off guard and fell into the space pattern she had just drawn. After ten seconds of weightlessness, he fell into his own big ** in the inner hall of the Leopard Cat Palace.
"After you get out, be alert to what you shouldn't say and what you shouldn't do," the swordsman's faint voice echoed in his ears. "You are a smart cat. You will never seek death on your own and follow the footsteps of those researchers. Right?"
Woody rubbed the back of his head, sat up from the bed, and sat in silence for half a minute.
The culprit who caused the death of the Cat God, the swordsman's true intentions and actual allegiance, the domain and the mad hellhound... Too many secrets were learned in less than an hour, and the kitten's brain was a little overloaded.
"No wonder I always feel that the Biluo organization's teachings are weird," he thought for a while and complained to Cat Toy in a low voice, "How can you call the god you believe in the Son of Satan? Even if names like the Evil God and the God of Hell are already taken, it should be okay to come up with a name like the God of Getting Rich Overnight or the God of Passing Every Exam."
Apart from anything else, if the son of Satan was really called a god who could pass every exam, even he would be a little tempted.
[……]
Cat toys are speechless.
[You actually still have the energy to complain. The most important issue now is that your other aliases are in danger!]
The swordsman said that she would collect all the fragments of the Cat God for Wodie. Aren’t the three cats at the Twenty-Eight Mansions headquarters the most conspicuous targets?
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I also want to pray to the god who will pass every exam.
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