Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 243: Missing Something

Rower was sure that Pablo wasn’t trying to run away.

He told the same to Jamal and the latter just scoffed.

"We will see. If he is really what he says, then he will come out alive from that horde. If not, then I was right all along."

Rower said nothing and focused back on Pablo.

Jamal went silent as well. His eyes also glued to Pablo.

The soldiers were also doing the same thing.

Even Boulder stopped fighting. He too wanted to see what Pablo would do against the millions of incoming enemies.

Meanwhile, the man in question was doing nothing.

Pablo was standing while holding his right hand with his left hand.

He was in a position as if he was looking to jump.

His eyes on the incoming Cannibals and his breathing was as slow as ever.

Andrezj was also there and he was not at all tense.

But the other Angel, well, she was a nutcase.

"Do something. They are coming. They will kill you!"

Cupid almost lost her throat screaming all that. Her voice was sore by now, like an instrument without strings.

’Not yet.’ Pablo finally replied.

"Not yet? What are you waiting for? How will you copy an Eg-"

’Shut your mouth, bitch.’ Pablo interrupted Cupid.

Cupid gasped. "How dare you ca-"

’Don’t share my Ego out loud. You already said it out loud once. Consider yourself lucky Andrezj wasn’t paying attention. Don’t reveal I can copy Egoes.’

Cupid’s eyes widened.

’Sorry. I was just worried.’

She apologized and she also realized her mistake.

"Wait. That isn’t important. Do something!"

Cupid came back to her shouting self again.

Pablo shook his head.

’You are forgetful, Angel. I have something other than my Ego.’

The Cannibals were just a few meters away from Pablo.

"What?" Cupid asked.

Pablo smiled.

’I have a Weapon myself.’

The Cannibals were just ten steps away from reaching Pablo and the man finally did something.

He shoved his left hand inside his right bracelet and slowly, a thick black hilt appeared.

A hilt coming out from the bracelet wasn’t an unbelievable moment but the next thing that appeared sure enticed the attention of everyone present there.

After the hilt, appeared a skull. A scary black skull.

Everyone anticipated what kind of weapon Pablo had but when the weapon was fully out, no one saw it.

The millions of Cannibals had reached Pablo and because of them Pablo wasn’t visible.

"He will die." Jamal said.

Rower replied nothing and the other high Dukes also waited for some news.

"Kill him!"

"Yeahh!"

"He is dead!"

The Cannibals shouted at the top of their lungs. They were in Pablo’s blank point and they won’t miss the chance.

All of them slashed their weapons around the man.

"I just noticed. My sword is missing something."

A rather nonchalant voice came and everyone knew it belonged to Pablo.

The Cannibals also heard him but they just wanted him dead.

So they finally went all out on attack.

However, they weren’t the only ones who would attack.

PLUCK!

KHIKK!

THUD!

SHRILL!

TUNN!

THUD!

The Cannibals at the front of the horde began to crumble one by one.

Some lost their heads, some their hands but the majority of them were without heads.

Also, the majority of them were dead.

A wave of dead bodies dropped on the ground and the Cannibals couldn’t even voice out their disbelief. They were just directly dying. Their life didn’t even get a chance to flash in front of their eyes.

No one noticed all this at first but when the dropping of bodies carried on, everyone found curiosity in their eyes.

They had answers inside their mind but they weren’t ready to believe it. They wanted to have a clear view to see it for themselves.

They wanted proof that if it was really happening just like how they were imagining it.

And surely they got their proof soon enough.

The millions of Cannibals around the area suffered a huge loss as one third of them were already dead.

And when the bodies fell down, a man with a burning suit appeared amidst them all.

It was no secret who could have a burning suit amidst that onslaught. Only one man would be wearing that suit—Pablo Castillo.

But Pablo wasn’t alone. On his right hand was a bloodied red sword. The original color was black but now it is red.

The sword spanned to Pablo’s feet, shying just a few inches from touching the ground.

The hilt and the mid section already grabbed the eyeballs of everyone. The skull was a sight to the eye.

Nevertheless, the main body of the sword was not far behind in looks either.

It was a double edged sword and in the middle of the blade, there was a deep crevice. A lane of some kind.

The lane held the blood of its enemies and constantly dropped it on the ground when titled.

"That is better than Sir Jamal’s."

"No. It is better than any weapons I have seen."

"I wish I could see as well."

Soldiers praised the sword and Socrates wished he would be able to see the sword.

[[A/n : See the sword here!]]

However, Socrates didn’t paid mind to Pablo for a long time as he went on to kill the Cannibals.

Boulder was also doing the same thing. He also liked the sword but he preferred his mace better than anything.

Other than those two, everyone else was busy watching Pablo and his next move.

The soldiers wanted to see the sword in action and Jamal wanted to see Pablo getting beaten.

Everyone had their desires and Pablo didn’t give a shit to them.

The man was standing and behind him were the dead bodies of the Cannibals.

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In front of him was still a large horde of them but Pablo’s body language reeked no fear.

"Finally." He spoke.

He raised his sword, watched it from both sides.

"The sword is now complete."

"Heh. What was it missing?" A Cannibal, standing in the front lines, asked.

Pablo jerked the sword, blood shot out like water gun, and he jumped at the Cannibal to tell him what his sword was missing.

"Blood."