[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

【Ding!Reading progress.The fifth world is complete.The abuse value reaches the standard. 】

【Ding!Welcome host to system space. 】

【Ding!Body picking up and repairing...]

There was a long silence, the host did not speak, closed his eyes, but became more and more conscious.

"The system, all of this, leaving and returning to the previous world, the body that was thought to be destroyed has reappeared, what are you doing for it?"

The system did not speak, and soft light filled the entire space with each breath.

The host only thinks that it is talking to itself.

"System, open the next world."

【Ding!Start teleporting to the next world, please prepare the host. 】

【Ding!Memory lock in progress... over. 】

【Ding!The host is transmitting...completed. 】

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East Continent

Trollope Papal States

The end of the rainy season marks the beginning of a new round of social season. Most of the carriages of the royal families and nobles choose to stop at the Trenlier Castle near the south, and take a rest here. The Grand Duke of Trenlier and his wife will provide a continuation For two weeks of delicious food, the castle has [-] rooms for the darlings of the God of Light who are eligible to enter here to exchange new season trends, jewelry, costumes and even embroidery patterns. The noble ladies will use this to teach their daughters to choose Appropriate dresses and accessories, as small as a gemstone on the skirt, as large as the marriage and family background of the nobles of the right age, they are whispering behind every exquisite folding fan to prepare for the undercurrent union of noble blood in this continent, By the way, show off the expensive playthings that you have added to your mediocre life in the previous year.

The men gathered in large and small manors outside the castle, riding horses, fencing, and innocuous magic confrontation. The flickering rune embroidery was hidden behind boots and flashy armor with silver threads. Precious magic items became people's leisure afternoons. It was a secret conversation, and the loyal servants of the nobles were extremely busy during this period. Boxes of luggage arrived one after another, and they were abandoned by their masters who liked the new and hated the old in a blink of an eye. A symbol of obsolescence, and famous tailors are not easy to impress. They travel to and from various manors to select fabrics that can satisfy their masters. In a hurry, small and broken gems are scattered in unknown corners. The girl's favor becomes an aesthetic defect under the haughty scrutiny of any first maid.

And when the flowering period of Bellamias is approaching, they will end the short warm-up of this social season and enter the center of the Papal State of Trollope, the City of Light - Middleton, where there are the best tailors , the best jewellery, the best perfumer, the best food and the best marriage partner for them to choose from, the carriage wheels ran over the rare flowers scattered on the ground that are extremely expensive in a small country but can be seen everywhere here, accompanied by Glimpse of Trollope's own bright-winged royal-blue Aisher jay, making this majestic city dreamy from the inside out.

At a time when many parts of the continent are still ravaged by war and turmoil, this tenderness is romantic enough, but cruel and extravagant.

Everyone was looking forward to hearing the sound of wind chimes without wind when the Pope's carriage drove through the street in front of the church. The few remaining dark purple gemstones could only be an inconspicuous embellishment. The power has dissipated on that small wind chime for countless epochs, making the string of forest heart gemstones that can absorb light elements ring quietly even when there is no wind, drifting into the ears of believers, washing their souls.

Middleton had a young pope.

The previous pope of Dumin was an absolute nobleman, but the new pope's dissolute appearance became a cautious rumor when the nobles gathered in secret.When he appeared in the open-air Dome Theater, people cheered his arrival, the knights set up protective shields so that the believers could not touch his robe with pious lips, and in a blink of an eye, the cardinals in the bishops council impatience is accumulating.

Ezesel Domin VI——The young pope with affinity for light and wood attributes.His attendants crawled outside the door, and the robes embroidered with silver thread were spread all over the floor, accompanied by the loyal court officials, extending to the garden full of Bellamias, the little leaf lay across an attendant the tip of his nose, but he dared not raise his head.

The pope raised his head, and suddenly opened his green pupils with pale mist. His long silver hair ran across the lady's fingertips, which were as exquisite as works of art. The white neck streaked across, extremely holy.

"Hall of Odes, Oracle."

The long silver river lying on the ground erupted into panic whispers, but quickly held its breath under the good upbringing, the attendants scattered quietly, and the gemstones on the pope's robe made fine collisions with the pope's turning over. The sound scattered all the way, and a group of knights separated from the hurried crowd to summon the cardinal to the bishop's attic.

There was a "bang", small and quiet.

A bellamias bud can't wait to open in this sudden silence.

Angus Mountains of the Western Continent

Heavy rain.

The orc wiped off the dirt on his face, and the muddy water flowed down his chin covered with messy beards. The fangs outside his lips were covered with blood froth after chewing. He used his fingers with rough and cracked nails to stick them in. , pulled out a piece of smelly muscle from between his teeth, and threw it into the puddle soaked in blood and mud with a bah sound.

The orcs around were howling in disorder, tearing apart the corpse casually, and throwing large chunks of meat into their mouths, uncoagulated dark red blood dripped from their fingertips and fell into the flames mixed with dark elements that could not be extinguished temporarily. In the campfire, there was a crackling sound.

He wiped his mouth one last time, turned and walked towards the carriage behind him.

The barely covered rag was suddenly lifted, and the orc's nasal cavity exhaled heavily.

In the cage, the girl's pale fingers tightly grasped the railing, and the orc moved closer. Unfortunately, the damp rain covered up the unbearably alluring smell of fresh creatures.

"Aurora."

The sound track is torn, and the hoarse sound is like rusted iron rubbing between the axles. Some syllables are difficult to be captured because of the broken voice, intermittently, and unrecognizable.

The orc frowned, and unhappily covered it with the colorless veil.

It's just a loot I got when I passed through the depths of the forest a few days ago, what a good meat.

The Chuangshi God has made no secret of his preference since the beginning of the world. Even though life has been cruel for countless epochs, he has never given equal favor to every race.

The oldest orcs have the pure lineage of monsters. However, after several epochs, after countless evolutions and migrations, the orcs have become a completely different race from the direct descendants of their ancestors. They have been born with blood close to humans. At the same time, it has the characteristics of the orc race that distinguishes it from the human race.Most orc hunters make a living by hunting low-level monsters. At the same time, even the most powerful orc tribes are as small as ants in the memory of some terrible monsters.

Although only a very small number of terrifying monsters have blood inheritance - the creation god's preference, the most powerful races can transform into human form, but out of pride, there are more monsters hiding in their habitats all their lives. Shame on choosing human form.

But the orc in front of him obviously didn't have the instinct to stay away from the terrifying blood that his ancestors accumulated with blood for countless epochs.

The girl's long, wet dark red hair dripped water, sticking to her immature but delicate cheeks, and the rain gathered into a series of water droplets, mixed with muddy water, precariously falling down on her small chin.She was reminded by the man's voice, and the scarlet animal pupils narrowed into a bunch of slits quickly adjusted to adapt to the darkness. She groped in the iron cage, and the worn clothes were hastily modified from the man's burqa, like a rag bag The same is put on her body, because of her crawling movement, revealing a cold and slender pale calf.

She blinked her eyes obediently, let out a breath with pale pink lips, retracted into the man's arms, and made a purring sound from her throat.

The man's hand was covered with horrific scars, and the mud-filled nails were enough to make any young child sick, but the girl raised her head and rubbed the palm of his hand that he wanted to caress the top of her head coquettishly.

"We... are getting out of here."

The man said with difficulty, his cold fingers moved from the top of the girl's head to the iron cage in front of him.

His face was hidden behind the tattered robe, and the clothes in the robe were piled up in such a mess that the color and style had long been unrecognizable.The iron pillar was covered with rainwater, and it slid down the palm of his hand into the depths of his sleeves, winding along the unknown and tragic scars, but it was not as cold as the body temperature.

A group of orc refugees wandering around the edge of the forest attacked a team of mages and got their spoils.Those were some rare plants collected according to the requirements of the joint center mission. By the way, a strange man who just woke up from the Angus Mountains, was dying, and was sleeping underground with a girl in his arms was captured.

"We're getting out of here."

The cage turned over a rough road, and the violent shaking made the girl's scarlet pupils narrowed in displeasure, and then let out a low whine. .

"Shh."

The man uttered a syllable with difficulty.

This forest is far away from the place where he woke up for the first time, his body is exhausted, his strength is like a huge and dry ocean, the emptiness and powerlessness make his soul feel empty and clenched, the energy from his whole body The intermittent pain made him unable to resist the orc refugees who followed.But during the long trek, he could feel his strength being slowly soaked like a riverbed in the first rainy season.

There are hideous wounds where the iron chain passes, and this group of stinky, even among the orcs, the refugees who are at the bottom of society don't care about them. They are not short of meat now, and their leader intends to sell them To which tent, or a little farther, to which black market to be a slave.

The forest is full of tall dark gray trees, and the crowns of the trees are like the prison webs of ferocious giant spiders, covering the entire sky. In the distance, lead gray clouds fill the rare gaps between the tall trees, about to cover the dark golden afterglow .

The internal organs flowed all over the place, and the blood was washed away by the rain.

The rough and hard nails were filled with blood and mud, and the bones of animals were trampled under their feet. The leader of the orc refugees finally wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth after the gluttonous feast with the back of his hand, and stretched out his tongue to lick it in enjoyment.

Aurora raised her head in the gap of the veil, her pupils reflected the cold light of a beast, her childish voice was soft and cute in the low and noisy night, like any human girl who was young and well-born.

"Bart, it's getting dark."

The power of the elements gathered in his body, the man frowned, and finally turned his gaze to the group of orcs.

The author has something to say:

I have written this world twice and am still dissatisfied. I feel that I may not have a good plot structure, but I always have to finish writing, so I still post the second revised version. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting for a long time.