adventurer killer

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Iluna stared blankly at the struggling, twisted, unbearably depraved, yet tormented sad soul in the door of shadows.

She clearly knew that her mother was dead, but she couldn't shed a single tear. On the contrary, a feeling of mourning for the soul, complaints, and even a little excitement sprouted quietly.

Through the door of shadows that would make ordinary people go crazy at a glance, she saw what her father had degenerated into now?

He curled up and knelt in the darkness, his body was glowing white, so transparent that he could see through the back.

A shackle is wrapped around his neck, connecting it to a furry ape-like monster on the outside.

His repentance, hatred, and curses all became the spiritual food of this monster.

Its fierce and shriveled face continuously erupted red smoke, and the smell of blood spread unscrupulously.

Iluna naturally swallowed the smell a few times, and gradually frowned, forming an expression that could never be seen on the face of a person of her age.

Just like that time and space, when she stood directly opposite Leoric's big castle with her colleagues from the Gate of the Holy Truth, the expression of pity she showed was the same.

"Dad, you must be very sad, right?"

The little girl who was alone, she had no support, was weak and pitiful, but her spiritual level was inexplicably strengthened at this time.

She threw away the inseparable puppet, stepped out of her chubby calf with a layer of golden light, and walked towards the most filthy and evil door like a pure and innocent holy baby.

"Father, I understand all your pain. How should you confess your hatred? The Holy Light will arrange everything." Her hand was moved by an invisible force to draw a cross...

An ordinary town such as Leli, a miserable town that cannot be counted in the dark world, the hubworms who refused to succumb to the dark will, all came out of this garbage dump by coincidence.

No one pays attention to the maintenance of daily facilities anymore, and no one is engaged in the collection of swill and garbage. The town of Leri is not dead yet, but it has long been a scene in a pigsty.

The rumors of vampires tortured the fragile nerves of these poor people all the time. Some of them had completely given up resistance and escaped from the garrison.

The ten people in charge of farming were even skinny. Now, their eyes covered with death dust seemed to have been completely washed by holy light.

Some of them pointed at the wooden western-style building covered by a beam of golden light, and murmured uncontrollably, laughing uncontrollably: "Huh? What is that? It's such a bright light!"

The others mechanically twisted their necks, which had long been incomprehensible, with dumbfounded smiles, and followed suit: "Ha! Isn't that the Ribble house? Is something caught?"

"Should we fight the fire?" "Fire? Do you still have the strength to fight the fire? How good it is to burn it. If you burn it, you will have fewer mouths to grab food!" Some people commented.

Therefore, the most helpless and strange phenomenon since the advent of the Holy Light was formed. A group of shabby townspeople in ragged clothes looked at the grace of the Holy Light with sarcasm in an extremely sloppy posture.

The sarcastic remarks they said gradually became the most mainstream voice in this garbage circle, and they even danced happily to pay tribute to the good people who took the initiative to eliminate the food crisis.

"Look! Ribble and his family are so good! Knowing that there is not enough food, they ordered the house themselves! It's wonderful!" The mean-looking woman walked out of the western-style building next door.

While rubbing her overworked waist, she rubbed her dark gray hair that hadn't been washed in weeks, and beside her was her husband, Mr. Rousseau, who barely climbed the threshold.

This man, who used to be a schoolteacher in the town, could no longer stand up after several days of continuous farm work, but his wife had no plans to find him a wheelchair.

She seemed to want to wait for him to die on his own, but the teacher's stubborn temper made him unwilling to die easily.

He raised his head and glanced at the direction of the beam of light, and saw that it pierced through the sky, pierced through the dark clouds, and was in a dense state, full of fascinating strength.

Mr. Rousseau raised the corners of his mouth, raised his head in that direction and prayed vigorously, letting the warm light shine on him, and murmured the motto that had long been forgotten by the small town of Lery.

"You imagine that there is a Lord, and the Lord really exists. You consider my Lord, and the Lord shows up to teach. You doubt my Lord, and the Lord will domesticate lambs..."

The holy light is pure, golden, and mixed with fine mist. Star spots sprinkled on his two spectacle lenses covered with dirt, and the dirt began to melt and fall off.

It's as if its invisible and powerful care does not tolerate any filth on the body of the favored person.

No one can explain why Mr. Rousseau can stand up again.

His wife was the most shocked one.

She looked at the former pillow person with eyes full of hatred.

But even so, Mr. Rousseau inevitably completed the mutation.

His shriveled muscles bulged rapidly, and his ugly face, which was dying, became radiant under the light of the holy light.

His figure became taller than when he was young, and he became taller and mightier than everyone in the town.

The handsome face, bright temperament, and vigorous body have all become priceless treasures.

At the same time, those who suffered in the crowd finally realized dully that this light did not seem to be a sign of doom, but the last hope of redemption.

Mrs. Rousseau's expression was very wonderful. She approached her husband with a raised head and a high chest, smiling with low eyebrows. His shabby clothes could hardly hide those two chest muscles.

Mrs. Rousseau's eyes were blurred, and the initial hatred melted away, leaving only the uncontrollable joy in her heart and the animal instinct that made her short of breath.

She couldn't recall the last intimate contact with her husband was a few years ago?

But now, she swears, the man in front of her has become more rare to her than ever.

Even if five hundred big corns were given to her, she would not exchange her husband for that man.

"Darling, dear, God! They finally opened their eyes! God knows how happy I am!"

Mrs. Rousseau stretched out her hands, her fingertips trembling unconfidently, and cautiously touched her husband's chest.

She didn't feel ashamed at all, she felt honored.

Not only her, but also the well-meaning neighbors who came out to watch the excitement, all stared at the Rousseau couple in ecstasy.

But everyone knew that there was a beam of mysterious energy passing through the back of their heads, and it was their next goal to chase after frantically.

No one can guarantee how long the gift of Holy Light will last. What if it is like a flash in the pan and disappears after a few minutes?

No one dared to approach the Ribble house before confirming that it was completely harmless.

After all, it's a dangerous source of heat, and approaching it blindly can be dangerous.

Mrs. Rousseau felt that she had become the most beloved citizen of the Holy Light. Why was it that only her husband was strengthened by the Holy Light?Why is no one in the circle of stupid faces so lucky?

"Haha, let's take a look! Take a look, look, even if it's almost the end of the world, our family is still the most cultured and noble family in this town!"

Mrs. Rousseau couldn't help laughing wildly. She has always been a powerful woman, but unfortunately her husband's status as a teacher has never allowed her to hold her head up.

Now it is wonderful, the Holy Light has appeared directly, and unreservedly bestowed grace on her humble husband, making him successful in middle age.

"What's the matter? Haven't you seen older paladins?" Mrs. Rousseau turned her head and challenged her old enemy with a contemptuous tone.

Her old enemy was the mayor's wife, a fat, greasy woman who always fancied herself the most classy person in Lerytown, who wore revealing spotted dresses.

Mrs. Rousseau has long been disgusted with that kind of unseemly dress, because the part where the skirt is close to the legs is relatively short, and the mayor's wife always likes to play with the skirt in front of men.

Mrs. Rousseau, who had seen the mayor's wife pass her husband's school more than once, and would make a gesture at him, suspected that the dress had been specially prepared for her husband.

Fortunately, Mr. Rousseau was able to control himself and did not let Mrs. Rousseau lose more people in the town.

Now, everything is fine, the mayor's wife is standing in the crowd, her face is full of jealousy.

It is impossible for her to snatch Mrs. Rousseau's right to be close to the electors of the Holy Light in front of other people.

Her husband, who was even more jealous than she, was standing nearby, smoking a choking cigarette.

Mrs. Rousseau can interpret the feeling of "Why didn't the Holy Light choose me? Is Rousseau more noble than me?" from Mr. Mayor's face.

And just like that, Madame Rousseau, with a condescending smile on her face, laid her hand on her husband's chest.

No mistake, Mr. Rousseau is a genuine human being, and he has not turned into another kind of monster because of the holy light infiltrating his body.

His strong chest muscles pulsated powerfully with the heartbeat, and the sound of "dong dong dong dong" made her seem to have returned to the time of first love.

That's how he looked at himself tenderly.

His eyes were full of pity, full of magnanimous wisdom, and under the corner of his smiling mouth, his neat and bright teeth were exposed, and the holy light completely beautified her husband.

"Oh, Rousseau, let's go home now..." In order to make herself worthy of her husband's extraordinary, Mrs. Rousseau touched her bun seriously.

Although she is old and frail, she still simply believes that her husband will always love her, and her future will definitely become more beautiful because of her husband.

But at this moment, she clearly noticed that the corner of her husband's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The man's eyes, full of panic, drifted towards the direction of the beam of light.

He muttered "Corina..." as if in a whisper.

Mrs. Rousseau felt something was wrong. Why was her husband panicking?Why are you calling her name so softly?

How much she wanted Mr. Rousseau to embrace her tightly with this halo of honor at this time, and said boldly: "Corinna! My love! Let's leave!"

"Let's leave right now! Go to the place to receive the paladins! I believe that I will be able to find a good future at the Gate of Holy Truth! Our good days are coming soon!"

In her impression, his husband's stubborn temper would never say such a thing.

That was one of the main reasons why she had chosen M. Rousseau as her husband when she was a girl.

A teacher who is not afraid of power, and a beautiful girl who yearns for a hero, after combining, things are always very embarrassing.

He couldn't bring his wife a prosperous life, although he had solemnly stated to his wife when he made the marriage vows that he only wanted to be a man of integrity.

At that time, the girl only felt that in her world, Mr. Rousseau was a straight lighthouse that lit up her whole world, the lighthouse of dawn, and she had no choice but to love him.

But the sarcasm and sarcasm of the world are like small sharp bee stings, slowly injecting venom into her heart that vowed never to betray her and never fear suffering because of her husband's integrity.

Decades have been the same, life is still as poor as water, and everyone in the town has become rich.

They don't even have their own farmland, and his husband is still the one who is strict with himself.

On the other hand, the corners of Mrs. Rousseau's mouth were covered with hard lines of cruelty and hatred.

Every time his husband dragged his tired body home, he could only glance at her and leave sadly.

Today, she feels that her husband should have learned something, learned to show off to others, so that those who look down on their couple will be ashamed.

You see, things are changing, and the people of Leary should be grateful for her husband's contribution to education.

The children he brought up have all become prominent figures in the town, but none of them thought of bringing anything back to the teacher's life.

Then came the undead rampage. The undead in the Leoric Palace outside first established a military depot not far away, and then the vampires also thought about it.

This dilapidated town was divided into two by the undead, and they lived in a place separated from the undead by a fence every day, terrified.But Mrs. Rousseau felt more at ease than anyone else.

Because, everyone is the same.

Even the mayor had to be squeezed into the slums, and his fat wife didn't dare to show off her dresses anymore, she dressed like an ordinary peasant woman.

The power of retribution is really great, Mrs. Rousseau smiled sarcastically, but she soon realized what was the reason for Mr. Rousseau's whispered words?

he is afraid?

"Honey, I would be very happy if you could give me a hug."

Mrs. Rousseau couldn't think of any other possibility. She was afraid because this man, who had nothing to do with the world, feared the Holy Light. He didn't want to be the center of attention.

But it doesn't matter, she will help her husband adapt to all the red tape after becoming a celebrity, because she already knows how to live proudly in the world?

Mrs. Rousseau saw the sneer on the faces of the rich, the arrogance she saw from the mayor's wife, and the rejection and indifference she saw from anyone who hurt her.

It has become an experience talk that she will tell others in the future.

"Corinna, run away..." From the corners of Mr. Rousseau's mouth that was wrinkled in pain, he spit out those two words in a breathless manner, as if his soul was suffering from the pain of burning.

Mrs. Rousseau was sure that she had heard her husband's warning, but she still thought it was his humble self-esteem, so she stood on tiptoe desperately and hugged her husband with open arms.

His hot and burning skin was filled with the sound of boiling water, and she could feel that it was her husband's unbearable pain due to long-term abstinence, and the hard life made him tremble.

So when golden flames burst out from Mr. Rousseau's capillary pores, she still insisted on her own opinion and would not change her mind for the people around her who had already turned ashes into ashes. She wanted to live a good life.

She resisted the continuous heat of the silhouette of a human figure that burned into a pillar of fire, and insisted on hugging him until the last second, but a mortal body cannot bear the heat of the holy light after all.

When the Holy Light bestows grace, the way it chooses is demanding. For many souls who consider themselves noble and lofty, it is a divine grace and a torture at the same time.

Maybe some people can bear it, and some people can't bear it.

Mr. Rousseau, together with his wife, who was burned and deformed before him, entangled together to form a viscous grease, and then evaporated.

"God! This is! What happened!" People around kept howling, and they fell to their knees because of their confusion and ignorance, begging for the forgiveness of the beam of light not far away...

Mrs. Rousseau felt that her body became ethereal for a while, and she could look back and forth from a translucent perspective.She found that her husband's soul body floated a little higher than hers.

The mayor and the mayor's wife were the first to react and fled in the opposite direction of the beam of light. Many people realized that the holy light was not friendly after a minute or two.

For believers, it is a weapon and the arm of God. For those who have weak beliefs and those who are confused in their hearts, it often means death.

Her husband, M. Rousseau, had a sort of relieved smile on his translucent face.

Mrs. Rousseau frowned suddenly, and shouted in his direction: "You poor wretch! Get out of here!"

Her husband, a young soul, had a sense of loss on his face. He slowly moved back, not daring to look directly at his wife's silver-white hair and blood-red ferocious lips.

A good soul is a different creature from a banshee.

The former will die naturally, while the latter will not let go of their grievances so easily, and I am afraid they will have to swim for a while.

When her husband's soul dissipated, the eternal undead screamed: "I swear, I will bring the curse to the world!"

Then, the golden spark that had burned her husband and her, sprang up from where they had just stood, sweeping the coast like a wave of anger, and spreading its flare across the town of Lery.

Most people cannot become a pure soul like Mr. Rousseau, and more people become demons like Mrs. Rousseau, but they do not have as many dark feelings as Mrs. Rousseau experienced.

So, at last, Mrs. Rousseau became a distinguished personage in Lery Town.A demon spirit that people dare not look directly at is far more meaningful than ordinary ladies and ladies in the annals of history.