Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

The malice and greed in their eyes terrified Arthur's mother!

Arthur's mother stood up helplessly, desperately pulling her son backward, the veins in her hands bulging, but she could only budge him a little. Her son was all she had left; if he died too, she would have nothing.

"Don't come any closer! My son is a person, a living, breathing person! If you want to eat, go eat Ella! She's a goddess, and her flesh grants immortality!" Arthur's mother had no idea what she was saying; she only knew she had to say something. Otherwise, her son would surely die!

Those few people didn't stop; more people joined them.

"We can't eat the goddess's flesh, but Arthur possesses her heart. Eating him will make no difference."

"It's just eating some meat; it might heal quickly." The man's eyes brightened as he said this. The image of the wound healing rapidly was still vivid in his mind; anyone who wasn't stupid would know what had happened.

Good things come to those who wait, and just when everyone thought they could finally succeed, Kalin stood in their way.

Karin's feelings towards Arthur's mother were conflicted. She was the goddess's family, someone the goddess had asked him to protect, and the one who had placed the goddess's heart into Arthur's body. He knew it was the goddess's choice, and he shouldn't blame her, but he just couldn't help it.

"If you want to kill them, you'll have to step over my dead body first!" Kalin knew he was throwing a stone into a stone, but he had promised the goddess to protect her family. He hadn't been able to do it before, but now it was time for him to fulfill his promise.

“In that case, let’s kill him and divide the goddess’s heart equally.”

Upon hearing this, several people rushed forward and engaged Kalin in combat. The one who spoke, however, bypassed Kalin and grabbed Arthur's ankle.

“Having the heart of a goddess is truly extraordinary,” even his ankles were so fair. The man raised his longsword, ready to plunge it into Arthur’s heart.

"No! Let go of my son!" Arthur's mother stepped forward and tried to push away the long sword in the man's hand.

"Get out of my way!" Arthur's mother was kicked to the ground. The man didn't stop, his long knife about to pierce Arthur's heart. Suddenly, wisps of black mist emanated from Arthur's body, blasting him more than 10 meters away, where he crashed into a tree, coughing up blood and dying.

The black mist continued to spread, and soon the entire courtyard was shrouded in it. In such an environment where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, everyone should have been afraid, but instead, they seemed to have finally come to their senses, stopped fighting, and became peaceful.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

"I...just...killed a lot of people!"

"What's wrong with me? It's so dark around me!"

As their memories returned, they realized that their earlier desire to devour the goddess had been like a madman, a reckless and mad rage. Over the years, living in this city, they had committed countless atrocities, including murder and theft.

What... what's going on? They're not like that at all!

The curse on this city of angels was finally lifted, but it was plunged into an even quieter panic.

Everyone has a devil inside them. When the devil leaves, people will see clearly what kind of person they really are. Before doing these things, they can control themselves and be wholeheartedly good.

Since entering this City of Angels, the evil thoughts in my heart have been amplified, trampling on people's reason and morality step by step. The bottom line in my heart has been suppressed again and again, until finally I have no bottom line at all and act recklessly.

Once they came to their senses, they realized what they had done. Some people couldn't bear it and simply slit their own throats.

What's the difference between someone who's so bloodthirsty and dark and a vampire?

Many more people are hiding at home, unwilling to come out, unwilling to face themselves, and unwilling to face the outside world.

"Bang bang bang, brother, brother, are you in there? I know you're in there, answer me."

The gate to the courtyard finally rang; it was Hill, his sister. Karin opened his mouth, unsure how to answer. The situation here was unclear; it would be best for his sister to leave as soon as possible.

Over the years, he has done many wrong things, appearing virtuous but actually hypocritical, resorting to any means to survive. Yet, he has never harmed his own sister.

"I'm sorry, I killed Arthur. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be trapped inside. Brother, please talk to me. Mom and Dad are dead, you're all I have left. Brother!" Hill's desperate, hoarse voice echoed from outside.

His sister killed Arthur? His innocent, kind, and beautiful sister had actually committed murder. The sister he remembered was always soft-spoken, following him around calling him "brother." When did she become like this? He hadn't even noticed.

He's not a good older brother!

"Milo! You've had a good two hundred years, haven't you? Despised and cursed by humans, covered in wounds. How does it feel? Do you want to kill everyone?"

As the black mist dissipated, a handsome black-winged angel appeared in people's sight. He had a pair of large black wings, and his holy white robes were wrapped in wisps of black mist. He hovered in mid-air, his eyes looking in one direction. He looked seven parts like Arthur.

"Son..." Even shrouded in darkness and with her vision obstructed, Arthur's mother still crawled towards him. But now, looking at Arthur high above in the sky, she hesitated. He seemed like her son, yet he wasn't. She had nothing left!

A white-winged angel, flapping its white wings, flew into the sky. Standing face to face with Arthur was Miler, the jinx of the city, who had been accompanying the goddess. His entire body was filled with holy light, forming a stark contrast to Arthur's all-black attire.

“Arthur, brother! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have made that hasty choice. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be here…” Miler remembered everything.

Two hundred years ago, Miler and Arthur were the only two guardian angels in the world, and were respected and loved by everyone.

At that time, there were also elves and dwarves, each race developing peacefully without interfering with each other. Millions of years passed, and Arthur suddenly had a whimsical idea: he wanted to visit the land of humans, because he had obtained many human gadgets from the elves.

The human village was very peaceful. Arthur met a little girl. The little girl made a flower wreath and gave it to Arthur. Arthur was very happy and felt that all humans were as innocent and lovely as this little girl.

As Arthur traveled around, he never forgot to give the little girl the trinkets he had acquired.

A year later, Arthur prepared to return home; he missed his brother. He planned to see the little girl and say a final goodbye.

When Arthur returned to the small village, it was dilapidated and shrouded in smoke. He rushed to the little girl's house in a panic. Her father had been murdered, her mother was wailing in the yard, and the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

The little girl has been kidnapped by bandits!

When Arthur heard the news from others, he immediately rushed to the mountain. When he found the little girl, she was lying naked on the bed, motionless.

The little girl saw him and immediately banged her head against the wall, dying right in front of him. It was so fast that Arthur didn't have time to stop her!

Arthur killed everyone on the mountain and returned to the angels in a sullen mood.

Seeing Arthur covered in blood, the two brothers had a fierce argument, which escalated into a physical fight. Caught completely off guard, Miler thrust his sword at Arthur.

Arthur stared wide-eyed in disbelief at his usually upright and kind brother.