Chapter 269 This shitty world is too chaotic!
"You"
Lango quickly interrupted Winnie who was about to speak, and protected her behind him along with the little slime above her head. His eyes were like a torch, tightly locked on the figure slowly emerging from the darkness not far away.
The black cloak and silver-gray tail dragged on the ground like a broom, and the bare arms were covered with sharp claws like beasts.
It's obvious that this guy is not human.
(Death Wolf, from the movie "Puss in Boots 2")
Lango looked at it for a while, and when he was about to say something, a melodious whistle sounded leisurely from under the face covered by the cloak.
"Well~Well~Well~"
As the cloak slowly slid off, a wolf head that looked slightly like Wayne poked out, looking at Lango with a somewhat playful expression, "You seem to be taking my nieces and nephews to do something dangerous." "
Winnie whispered behind Lango: "He is what I mentioned, dad's biological brother."
Lange nodded when he heard this, and looked carefully at the wolf head exposed under the opponent's cloak.
Different from Wayne's hair that looks like a golden retriever in the warm sun, this man's whole body is covered with silver-gray luster, and if Wayne doesn't mean it, his temperament is like that of an ordinary uncle, but the guy in front of him has an unspeakable air lingering around him. The dead breath of speech made Lango think of some not-so-good things.
But he is Winnie's uncle after all.
Then, a smile burst out on Lango's face, "I'm sorry, I just want to invite Winnie and her brothers to my house as guests. If you're worried, just take them to my house next time." ”
As soon as these words came out, Winnie and her more than 500 brothers were instantly unhappy. They all shook their heads, widened their eyes, and looked at Lango expectantly.
Since their birth, they have been kept captive in Wayne's home. Their natural desire for freedom makes them all yearn for the vast world outside. How could they give up this hard-earned adventure opportunity so easily.
However, the silver-haired werewolf opposite seemed to ignore Winnie and the others, and his eyes were fixed on Rango.
"Rango Winchester, even as I hunt for dead souls around the world, I have heard your name many times."
The guy grinned, and there was a bit of kindness in his smile, "I'm not here to stop you from taking away Winnie and the others, I just want to buy you a drink and talk about your plan against Satan. I'm very touched. Interested.”
"Fake."
Rango and Teddy looked at each other and cursed silently.
Just drinking, looking so scary.
Not long after, Lango returned to Hotel Transylvania.
Winnie and her brothers had followed Teddy, taking with them the little slime and the ratatouille they had stolen from the kitchen.
Although Little Slime can't speak, like Winnie, he especially likes to hang out with Rango and the others.
Lange originally planned to send it back, but the little guy jumped directly on Teddy's head and couldn't shake it off, so in the end he just took it with him.
The house was already quite crowded, but now there are more than 500 wolf cubs...
When Lango thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise. He could already imagine the confused expressions on Gloria and the others' faces.
Wait, hundreds of wolves? How smelly will the house be then?
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Lango shook his head and put this smelly question behind him. He raised the glass in front of him and shook it, then looked at the silver-haired werewolf sitting opposite.
This guy's eyes never left Lango's face since he came in.
He had no choice but to speak first: "You are Brother Wayne's younger brother, what do you call him?"
"Death."
"Wow. Cool."
Lango shrugged, Death Wolf? Where did this bad name come from.
"It turns out to be Brother Dais, whom I have admired for a long time." Lange smiled politely, and then asked curiously: "What did you mean by what you just said outside?"
Dais played with two gold coins in his hand and asked in a low voice: "You just said in the private room that you have joined forces with Lucifer, is it true?"
Lange was a little surprised when he heard this. This guy was not in the private room, but he heard their conversation clearly.
Now that the other party knows it, Lange no longer hides it: "Not just Lucifer, this time the two bosses of [Wooden House], Quagma and Lao Qiao, will also bring a large number of people and new weapons. Let’s deal with Satan together”
"To tell you the truth, Brother Dais, with them, me and my friends, we are 80% sure that we can kill that old guy Satan."
Dais grinned, but did not deny Lango's words. Instead, he praised: "Your decision to take away my nieces and nephews is very wise. Ordinary people want to go deep into hell, and it really can't be done without them."
Um?
Lange couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He took Winnie and the others simply because he wanted to make Dracula angry, and he didn't even really want to take them to hell with him.
What can a bunch of wolf pups do to help get me to hell?
At this time, Dess on the opposite side continued to say slowly: "Although Lucifer's strength is still far behind Satan's, with your participation, I think we should be able to make up for this gap and even the possibility of victory. But, have you ever thought about it, Rango, although Satan's combat power is not the best among the ancient gods, he is almost unkillable. As long as everything in the world has evil intentions, Satan will continue to breed from nothingness."
After listening to Dess words, Rango nodded secretly. Lucifer had clearly mentioned these views to him when he was in Los Angeles a few hours ago.
The most difficult thing about dealing with Satan is his immortality.
He is almost incorporeal, nurtured by sin and evil thoughts, and his strength will continue to expand over time.
Seeing that Lango was deep in thought, Dais chuckled and asked: "It seems that you have been shaken a little, right?"
"Shaken? No." Lange shook his head and answered seriously, "I actually know that it may not be possible to kill him completely, but whether Satan dies or not is not important to me at all."
Hearing this, Dai Si had a hint of surprise on his face: "Then what you said in the private room just now was all to fool Dracula and my elder brother?"
"Uh... not entirely." Lange raised his palm, and the next second, a burst of bright blue light instantly enveloped it tightly.
Dais, who originally had a relaxed look on his face, became serious at this moment, watching Rango across from him with vigilance.
Although he didn't know the source of Lango's energy, even he felt a chill in his heart when he saw this blue fist, and the wolf's hair stood on end!
"Satan is my goal, but my goal is not just to destroy him." Lango looked at the blue light jumping like a flame in his hand, his eyes became subtle. He doesn't care whether the old guy Satan will be completely eliminated. He only cares about one thing from beginning to end - if he absorbs Satan, how many summons can be opened...
"Forget it, you probably don't understand even after I tell you. Let's see what happens."
Lan Mang retracted, Lange waved his hand casually, took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to Dai Si opposite him. After lighting it, he asked lightly, "But what I'm curious about is that Lucifer has no choice but to deal with Satan." , when Satan reunites hell, he will be the first to be liquidated; we in the wooden house deal with Satan because we have a sense of responsibility, and it is our duty to protect the world from being invaded by hell. But what about you? "
Lango raised his eyebrows and looked at this guy who didn't look like a good wolf.
If Winnie hadn't said it herself, no one would have been able to figure out that the guy opposite who exuded the aura of death was actually Wayne's brother and Winnie's uncle.
Although he doesn’t have much contact with Wayne, it’s easy to tell from the few encounters that the werewolf Wayne has a cold face and a warm heart. Like all the monsters in Hotel Transylvania, although he looks scary on the outside, he is actually a cute guy on the inside. good old man.
But the werewolf called "The God of Death" in front of him... Let's put it this way, if he met this guy on another occasion, Lango would definitely beat him to death without saying anything.
This temperament makes him look like a master with blood on his hands.
Dais took a puff of the cigarette in his mouth. As if it had been touched by magic, the cigarette burned from the tip to the tail in an instant, turning into a plume of smoke and drifting away.
He did not directly respond to Lange's question, but asked in a slightly meaningful tone: "I heard that you know something about Eastern culture, but do you know what the seducer says?"
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"Black and white? A bull's head and a horse's face?" Lange looked at this guy strangely. He didn't remember anything about the werewolf form in Eastern mythology.
A flash of surprise flashed across Des's face, but he quickly regained his composure.
He just asked casually, but he never expected that Lange knew something about it. After a brief silence, Dais spoke slowly: "Actually, not only the East but also the Western world also has similar gods, such as the God of Death. And I am the God of Death walking on the edge of life and death."
Without waiting for Lange to ask, Dais continued: "The God of Death travels around the world, leading every passing soul to their due destination. Of course, in my spare time, I also pay attention to those who waste their lives wantonly. Necessary punishment will be given.”
Speaking of this, Dais didn't know what he thought of, and said with great interest: "On the way to Hotel Transylvania, I met a yellow-skinned kitten in England. The little guy lacked a clear understanding of his identity and behavior. He always does things that don’t value life. I taught him a lesson, hoping that this little guy would have a clearer mind in the future.”
After hearing this, Lango's expression became complicated.
So the werewolf named Dais in front of us not only works as a god of death, but also works as a jigsaw. No wonder he is wearing a black cloak
He seemed to have guessed the origin of this werewolf.
Lango nodded and praised: "Interesting job, but you are a werewolf. Why do you assume the identity of the messenger of death from hell?"
Dais smiled slightly and seemed not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he threw the question to Lango: "What about you, Lango? How can an ordinary person master such extraordinary power of the blue fist?"
Lango shrugged, "Because I am not an ordinary person. My grandfather is a legendary exorcist in the Vatican. Both my parents were one of the leaders of the cabin. Although I don't want to admit it, as their child, what actually happened to me , it’s not surprising.”
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Seeing this guy's speechless look, Lange smiled and asked: "Are there many gods of death in our world? I think your work must be quite heavy. After all, there are countless people here every day. Death.”
Dais' tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing: "There may have been tens of thousands of people, but I have killed them all. Now, I am the only god of death left in the world."
"Waterfa?"
When Lange heard this, his face was full of surprise and speechlessness. No wonder so many ghosts and evil spirits appeared in the world during this period. It turned out to be because of the problem of the number of employees in the Death Unit!
"Farke. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."
Lango, who was still looking casual at first, turned serious, "Otherwise, I can only blame you for the reason why more and more evil spirits appear in the world."
"Hahaha, don't be so serious, man."
When Dais saw Lango's appearance, he couldn't help laughing loudly. He waved his hand: "The evil spirit that appears in America has nothing to do with me. You have to ask Lucifer about that. I am in charge of Europe. .”
"What do you mean?" Lange asked confused.
Dais was stunned for a moment, and then he grinned, showing a row of white teeth: "It seems that you have a bit of a misunderstanding about my identity. I am not a subordinate of Satan or Lucifer, my boss is Sanat Si, the right-hand man of Hades, the king of Hades, who is responsible for sending souls to the underworld.”
"Since the gods disappeared many years ago, before leaving, Sanathus turned this power into tens of thousands of copies and scattered them around the world, looking for people with the potential to serve as leaders, which is what you call the God of Death. .”
"And I am one of them. Oh, no, there is no such thing as one now, because all the people in the world who have the power of death have died under my scythe. Now I am the only one in the world. A god of death.”
After Lango listened, the hand holding the cigarette butt stopped in mid-air. After a while, he slowly put it down and fell into deep thought.
After coming to this world for so many years, he only now knows that these so-called gods are so divided into regions, and even the places where the deceased go after death are actually different.
American Hell, European Underworld.
He wondered, if a native British man died on American soil, where would he be assigned?
There is no way there is an extradition agreement between hell and the underworld.
".Farke, this world is too complicated!"
Lango cursed silently, then looked straight at the death wolf in front of him, and stopped talking nonsense.
"So, why are you dealing with Satan? Because Hades wants to expand?"
"Fake NO! It's none of my business what happens to Hades, I'm not Hades."
A hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "In these long thousands of years, I have been both the guide and the terminator of life. From ordinary humans to weird ghosts and monsters, and even to high-ranking angels and fallen demons, None of them have disappeared under my witness.”
"However, when I carefully looked at my 'collection' over the years, I regretfully found that a crucial role was missing - the ancient god!"
As he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth slowly cracked, revealing a ferocious smile, and his body exuded a suffocating aura of death and despair.
"I want to use the soul of Satan to add some color to my collection!"
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Lango looked at the death wolf in front of him with black drool on his lips and persistence in his eyes. After listening to his heroic words, he just shrugged lightly, "This reason sounds pretty good. Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock in Los Angeles. Light, we will be waiting for you there.”
After saying that, he put out the cigarette butt in his hand without hesitation and stood up, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment longer.
His worldview has been refreshed by countless adventures, but tonight's experience at Hotel Transylvania undoubtedly gave him a new round of impact.
As he just said, the world of this dog trough is so chaotic!
(End of chapter)