Stand User in Marvel Universe

Dior always thought he wasn't a good person, but at that moment he felt like something was breaking in his heart.

He pulled out [Death's gaze] and rushed over like crazy to cut the crowd to pieces.

Then he stood beside him and watched the woman climb up from a ground of shredded corpses, silently handing over an apocalypse to him.

At that moment, he was able to capture that glimmer of hope from this woman's eyes.

Not because he saved her, but because he wanted an answer from him.

Dior knew what the answer was, but he shook his head silently, like a mute.

So the light in the woman's eyes quickly dimmed, then crossed the ground and continued to mechanically numb the distance, sticking an inconclusive manhunt on the wall.

Maybe next corner, she'll run into danger, but who cares?

All she had left was a search for someone...

Standing in Tokyo's once bustling city, the night came unwittingly.

Dior seemed to see a giant man-eating monster swallowing the whole city with a big mouthful of blood.

He's not the Savior, he can't save everyone. He can't even save those around him. Who can he save?

But maybe...

He can do more.

Like making this depraved city look cleaner?

Boom!

The door to a bar was broken apart and kicked open with his feet, and he came in with the bloody head of his hand, in addition to Dior.

“Somebody smashed the field, copycat! ”

Instead of panicking in front of him, Dior suddenly laughed at the demons that surrounded him.

He's turned off the translator, so he doesn't know what these guys are yelling at, and he doesn't want to know because he's afraid to get his ears dirty.

Hell, that's where they're going!

Boo!

The dark red knife flashed by!

Several people walking in front of them were cut off directly from their waists, their guts fell off or something, and they were bloody vomiting!

A lot of people's faces finally showed their horror and their footsteps stagnated.

But Dior had nothing to hesitate about. The country had rotted into bones, and those politicians alone could not do anything about it anyway.

Then kill him!

These evil spirits must be of high quality...

After a few minutes, the scream finally weakened, but was replaced by a rich, bloody smell.

Apart from those women who have been humiliated, there are no more living people here.

Standing in front of the bar, Dior lit himself a cigarette and enjoyed a moment of peace.

The cold winds of the night blew away the rich, bloody smell, but also spread it elsewhere.

When the cigarette went out, Dior chased the cold wind and walked into the dark again.

Tonight, the place where the bloody smell spreads is where he brings the killing!

“One, two, it'll come for you. ”

“Three, four, lock your door. ”

“Five, six, grab your sheet. ”

“Seven, eight, you'll stop breathing. ”

“Nine, ten, you won't sleep. ”

“Ready, your nightmare... is coming. ”

Along with the horrific murmurmurs of children, gang thugs throughout Tokyo were brutally massacred and not even a single dead body could be found.

The smell of blood in the city is disgusting!

If the moon is colored tonight, it must be... bloody red.

When the sun rose again, the bright sun dispersed the night and covered the earth.

It's like a dead town here!

Dior is like a reaper who wanders around the world, and where he steps, he brings death and fear.

Thanks to his efficient killing efficiency and the fact that Starsea avoided wasting his time on the road, he killed a thousand this evening? Or thousands of demons?

I'm sorry, but he wanted to count at first.

But in the end, he couldn't really remember how many people he had killed.

It's just that the number of [Sinister Souls] on the panel satisfies him, and the 'weird’ in this city is really high quality.

If we kill them all, there should be more than enough to revive Rapid Silver.

So you see, he found another reason to keep killing.

Unconsciously, a week went by.

At this time, Tokyo is like a ghost town, and it's almost hard to see people staying in the streets, even if they show up occasionally, in a hurry, afraid of being targeted by something.

Various versions of rumours have been circulated in the dark. After all, rumours such as demons in this country are still very marketable.

As for the gangs here, they're almost gone.

According to Dior's method of killing, more people are not enough, let alone he has not been hiding, except that basically everyone who sees him becomes the soul of his knife.

I don't know if it's because I drink so much blood that Dior always thinks there's something wrong with Red...

By the way, after many smart people chose to flee the city, the rest of the head iron dolls gathered together yesterday to give Dior a big surprise.

More than 10,000, or more than 20,000?

With all sorts of weapons in his hand, Dior's "Scared" hands up is a treasure trove of ice, instantly washing each other's blood!

Ants bite more dead?

It doesn't exist!

More ants are joking in front of elephants spraying (river crab) firearms with their noses.

Dior was worried that it would take too long to kill, so he was given such a gift, of course, to thank them well.

So he pushed it with joy, nobody was going to run, nobody let go!

Until the last person fell into the bloodstream, he suddenly stuck...

At the corner of the street, an unveiled body was surrounded by a bunch of stinking flies, filled with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

Dior walked over silently and picked up a manhunt that she had killed in her hands.

A cute little girl in a dress with a bright smile on her face compared to a scissorhand...

Dior paused for a moment, then took out an identical act of questioning from his pocket, gently covering the body's face, and carefully stacked the bloody wrinkled act of questioning into the pocket of his top.

He didn't make any promises to the body, it wasn't his style, he'd just do everything he could.

[Red Magician] instantly appeared beside him, and a flame quickly fell on the body.

The fire shone down Dior's face, making him look like a man for a while, and like a demon for a while...