Players complained that this NPC killed people without blinking an eye

"Even so...I still have things I need to accomplish."

Suddenly, his eyes became sharp, and he gripped the scepter tightly, as if he had made some kind of decision.

At this moment, a noisy sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the ruins.

Luce immediately became alert, pressed his body against the wall, and held his breath.

"Over there! The Corruptor must be nearby!"

Voices filled with murderous intent came from afar.

Luce's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his turbid vertical pupils reflected the swaying light and shadow outside the ruins.

Those figures wearing the silver-white holy armor of the Extermination Sect shuttled between the ruins, the cross blades on the holy emblems reflecting a cold light, and every step they took crushed the lingering slime under the rubble.

That was the trace of corruption he left behind when he escaped.

"Thirty seconds left... No, only twenty seconds."

He silently counted the pace of the pursuers approaching, and suddenly pressed his left hand on the dark lines on his chest that were wriggling wildly.

The alienated right hand raised its claws uncontrollably, but he held it firmly with his scepter.

The two forces collided at his wrists, and the sparks burned holes in his tattered robes.

When the first Holy Word spell sounded, Luce swung out the scepter.

boom!

A burst of holy light was like a scorching bomb, knocking the pursuers in front to the ground.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he turned over and jumped into the depths of the ruins. The moment he landed, bone spurs grew on his half-rotten legs, which pierced into the ground and launched him into the air at a speed several times faster than before!

"Don't let him escape! The corrupter must die!" The roar of the new Pope of the Extermination Faction came from behind.

Luce froze the moment he turned around the broken wall.

The narrow alley was blocked by members of the Salvation Sect. The leading Salvation Sect member, the Pope, was holding a silver pot of holy water, his old face full of complexity.

"This cup of holy water has a great cleansing effect. Perhaps it can help you regain your human identity."

Before she finished speaking, Luce shook his head in response:

"I appreciate the kindness."

"I can not go back."

As he spoke, his eyes turned fierce and he suddenly increased his speed!

The members of the Savior Faction who were blocking the alley were all panicked, thinking that the other party was going to fight to the death.

However, with a whoosh, Luce's figure passed through them in an instant. He did not choose to hurt these people.

Everyone who survived the disaster was breathing heavily, and couldn't help but feel scared when they recalled the scene just now.

Even though the opponent was being chased by a large number of pursuers, he was still a genuine boundary-level powerhouse and was not someone they could stop at all.

And after being corrupted, its strength must have been further improved.

"Alas..." The Savior Pope sighed softly, and a hint of sadness appeared on his old expression.

She turned around without any movement, just staring at Luce's quickly disappearing back, without saying a word for a long time, as if she was saying a silent goodbye to him.

Although the Savior Faction and the Annihilation Faction normally did not get along very well, as the Pope of the Savior Faction, she had fought with Luce for most of her life and could be considered to understand each other's temperament.

Luce has always hated the demons of the abyss and strange monsters, and since he has been influenced by corruption, he will definitely not choose to live in vain.

So obviously...

The other party is preparing to die.

Of course, before he died, Luce had to complete some unfinished business.

Thinking of this, the information she had recently learned emerged in her mind.

For example...

The young man in white who was slaughtering people in the realm.

......

call--!

Luce was flying in the air, his expression calm, his eyes no longer filled with the previous anger and unwillingness.

How long has it been since I felt this kind of emotion?

This feeling of being at ease and ready to give everything.

His eyes were fixed on the front, his expression filled with determination.

But after a while, at his full speed, he finally arrived at the position of the young man in white.

Luce looked down and saw that the entire city was tightly wrapped in something like garbled digital code, slowly disappearing in mid-air.

Suddenly, he lowered his head slightly and looked at his right hand.

The completely alienated right hand was trembling slightly at this moment, as if it was afraid of something.

why?

Luce looked puzzled.

Although this right hand cannot be controlled by himself, things that come from the abyss will not be afraid of anything.

But why is this right hand...trembling slightly at this moment?

"Oh?"

"Look what I found? A lost sheep."

At this moment, a slightly frivolous voice sounded out of nowhere, and Luce's pupils suddenly contracted!

In the distance, a young man in a neat white suit was walking slowly in the air. He was talking as he walked, his voice low and ethereal.

He was wearing a mask with a crying face carved on it. The mask seemed to have life, with a look of compassion for the world, which made people feel chilled for no reason.

It was the young man in white who was slaughtering people in the area.

"Are you the young man in white?"

Luce's tone was calm, his eyes sharp.

"Oh? So this is what you call me."

The young man in white rubbed his chin, seemingly thinking seriously about something.

Suddenly, he smiled softly, opened his arms, and said with a smile:

"I don't really like this title. To be honest... you should call me 'God'."

"After all, I have been helping you to free yourself from this false world."

"You should be grateful, lost sheep."

"Otherwise, you might just end up living in a muddle for the rest of your life."

Luce had no intention of listening to the nonsense of the person in front of him. He turned his head and glanced behind him. After making sure that no one was chasing him, he breathed a sigh of relief and then tightly grasped the scepter.

call--!

Half of the wings were made of holy light and suddenly spread out from behind it, while the other half was surrounded by black mist, and its spine pierced through the skin, growing out a pair of incomplete demonic wings.

The slime dripping from the end of his wings corroded the ground, and the sharp claws on his rotten right hand suddenly grew, making a harsh metallic friction sound.

The friction between the joints made a roar like a war drum, but it did not cause any ripples around the young man in white.

"I see. It seems you are here to stop me."

"I thought you were different from those lost lambs."

"But it looks like... there's no difference."

The young man in white swept the air with his fingertips, and the tears on the crying mask actually seeped out ink-colored liquid, outlining a distorted digital totem in the void.

The entire space began to freeze and tear like an old film. The ruins of the city below were crushed into dust in the torrent of garbled data, turning into floating data streams that wrapped around the young man in white.

"False liberation?" Luce gripped the scepter tightly, the holy pattern on the scepter glowing with a strange purple light due to the corrosion.

"You have slaughtered countless lives, and are no different from the Abyss and the Weirdness."

"Today, let me..."

"Do justice for heaven."