adventurer killer

The small town of Leli disappeared from the vast territory of the Dark Continent unknowingly.

So far, the only small piece of land with a little green vegetation has been incorporated into Diablo's ambition forever. However, the main driving force leading to its destruction is not an evil force.

That power is called Holy Light.

In Mrs. Rousseau's silver-white pupils, a sea of ​​golden flames engulfed the entire town, and the buildings shrank limply and rose into the air again.

Due to too much energy, all these things did not have time to burn, and they formed a thermal fog mirage as a whole, projecting the last image of the small town of Lery into the air, as if migrating to the Lord.

"Holy Light! I hate Holy Light!" The former Mrs. Rousseau, now Mrs. Corinne Rousseau, the banshee, recalled those who were burned to death by the Holy Light, and there was no pity in her heart.

Her only emotion was hatred, "Why didn't my husband survive? Why didn't it be our turn to get ahead? Why is he so useless!"

The banshee screamed and flew towards the house of Ribble's house, "Stupid Holy Light! Why don't you open your eyes and see! The damned are dead, and the damned are dead because of you!"

Mrs. Corinna has white hair all over her head, and her hatred makes her pure soul and body real. Not only can she touch the real matter, but also makes the banshee obtain magic.

Her screeching sound is the most resolute satire on the Holy Light, and it is the soul noise that breaks the mind.

She howled and flew all the way, and the rose-red mist made her dream long dress.

She has always disliked the dress of the mayor's wife. She still thinks that this kind of evening dress is the most suitable for her. Regardless of whether she is not a nobleman, her dream is to be a nobleman.

"Incompetent Rousseau, without you, I can still be a dazzling star!"

Mrs. Corinna rushed towards the beam of light frantically, and the large golden mist opened the door of reincarnation towards her.

However, Mrs. Corinne was fearless. She remembered that Mr. Rousseau had promised her that he would pick the stars from the sky and give her to herself when she was in love.

But now, this wish does not need anyone else to fulfill it for her.

Her semi-entity in the soul state can be said to be very sensitive, and the flames of the holy light can hardly reach her, and her screaming sound also has the function of splitting the holy light in two.

As a townsman, she didn't understand how terrible the holy light was, and after becoming a banshee, she didn't even realize how terrible it was. She felt that it was worthless for her to be burned to death by this incompetent light.

"Hahaha, I want to see, what is it that makes the holy light so favored?!" The banshee broke through the beam of light that was constantly erupting upwards, and penetrated into its core area.

She discovered that the smallest component of this beam of light is a kind of golden yellow gravel, which contains some kind of electric property, erupting upwards like this, forming an endless cylindrical grid.

"Haha, it's ridiculous. Don't they all say that God loves the world? In my opinion, that high god doesn't exist at all. It's just a flint that fell from the sky."

Mrs. Corinna felt that it had seen through the true face of Holy Light, but she couldn't tell how to describe this substance?So it is defined as a flint falling from the sky.

However, it wasn't until she approached the mansion of Ribble's house that she was surprised to find that her previous statement of questioning God was probably wrong.

A little girl was standing there, and not only was she standing there, but her father, with his head in chains, had almost merged with a furry ape.

"Iluna? Poor little girl, how could Holy Light choose you?"

Jealousy filled Madame Corinne's heart, and she did not place any hope in anyone living under the Holy Light.

However, everything she saw now made her extremely jealous.

A little girl, not much older than a toddler, is being shrouded in a beam of light. From a distance, it looks like she is bathed in a waterfall of holy light.

The holy aura entangled her, and the golden electric current densely covered her body like a small snake, forming a protective eggshell.

The current sent out a weak whistle of "stinging, stinging", and chanted the Sanskrit words of the angel to the little girl, which made Mrs. Corinna's sharp eyes suddenly raised.

"Sacred Light seems to need no money. Don't you think it's a waste to use it on you? Remember! I'm Lerry's queen and will always be!"

Ms. Corinna's roar formed a net of sonic booms, and then the banshee swooped down, stretching out her scarlet and sharp nails to grab the back of the little girl's head.

Half of the people in the town were destroyed by the holy light summoned by the Iluna kid. As the only survivor, the only adult, how could it be a brat's turn to show off?

"I'm going to spank you for your parents!" Ms. Corinna shouted excitedly.

The upper and lower rows of sharp teeth in her open mouth make people quickly think of piranhas.

The sonic boom came from above, and Iluna glanced at her sleepy eyes, and looked at the neighbor who had already been demonized with an ignorant expression: "Mrs. Rousseau?"

"Hmph, I'm no longer Mrs. Rousseau! You're going to call me Ms. Corinne! 'Soul Singer' Ms. Corinna!" The banshee screamed and threw herself down, with thunder and lightning flashing around her.

She revealed a half-meter-long tongue, and only in the eyebrows and eyes, she still retained some characteristics of the nervous lady in Iluna's memory, and she became like this somehow.

Iluna covered her head in pain, she couldn't bear what happened in the small town of Leri.

Holy light is an extremely mysterious substance, which acts as an information carrier.

Therefore, Iluna read the entire process of the destruction of the town of Leli—while the beam of light brought dawn, it also destroyed any ungodly substances.

Leri became a ruin, the mayor's uncle, the mayor's wife, and the uncle Rousseau who taught her calligraphy next door, as well as the existence of this lady who changed her name to Corinne.

Their laughing and cursing, every word and deed are like distorted memory fragments, with sharp edges and corners, cutting Iluna's immature thinking.

However, the holy light is everywhere, and it turns into a burst of abundant energy, which repairs the flaws in her thinking and makes her mind gradually harden.

"Yes! Soul Chanter! Ms. Corinna! Iluna pays tribute to you! But! Please wait a moment, I have to deal with this vampire first!"

Iluna ruthlessly lowered her arm covering her forehead, and the holy light quickly jumped into her hand, transforming into a dagger reaching to her elbow.

Corinna never thought about the little girl next door, who dared not even look at Iluna when she walked past her every day with trepidation.

How dare you ignore her appearance at this time? !Therefore, Ms. Corinna immediately let out a crazy roar, and the sound of the sonic boom burst the beam of light into a big hole.

"Go to hell! Ugly little girl! You should be a vampire with your father! I think you are quite suitable!" She waved a pair of sharp claws, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

Iluna, whose life was hanging by a thread, slowly raised her benevolent face, and said intermittently: "You should never, never should, insult the Holy Light!"

The dagger suddenly floated in the little girl's hand, as if she had endowed it with wisdom, the dagger suddenly jumped up and stabbed at Ms. Corinna's sonic boom.

The Shengguang Fengrui collided with the banshee's protective magic weapon, making magnificent and loud sounds like a symphony, each sound was louder than the sound, and they competed back and forth for several rounds.

Ms. Corinna's claw marks retracted with a burst of numbness. She didn't expect the sorcery to be so vulnerable, and the deadly holy light was still tirelessly attacking from all angles.

"Okay, okay, little girl, you deal with your father first, I can wait for a while." The banshee smiled sinisterly and said in a relaxed tone.

However, Iluna let her ear-length short hair flutter on her face, with a benevolent smile in her eyes, lurking maliciousness: "You should never, never should, call me ugly."

She just waved her hand casually, and pushed out a radiant rune buckler. The angel decoration on the shield was lifelike, and she kept flapping her wings to make the round shield approach the vampire.

Ms. Corinne could see the expression on Ribble's face suddenly change to one of relief as the buckler approached, and the ape-like freak trying to merge with it convulsed.

"The vampire is almost finished!" Ms. Corinna didn't really care about Ribble's safety, but it was basically impossible for her to leave the battlefield right now.

Iluna was touching the dagger with her finger and "swirling" around, slashing at the sonic boom roared by the banshee, making Ms. Corinna out of breath.

"That's enough! You bad girl! I told you, let you deal with the vampires first, and I can respectfully wait for you to finish!" Ms. Corinna stomped her feet in the air.

She held her chest and let out a deep breath, and suddenly accelerated violently. Three sonic booms exploded in the air, and the banshee's figure completely exceeded the speed of sound, and circled behind Iluna.

She stared at the little girl's soft nape and her short legs, which were as tender as soybean milk, and felt that it was not bad to use her to beat the teeth, so she directly opened the banshee's sharp teeth.

"Overpowering myself!" Iluna slowly turned her petite figure, but the surging invisible force formed a net to squeeze the ghosts, completely pinching the banshee.

When she turned around, the banshee had been pushed to the side of the vampire, and the convulsive monster let out a snoring cry.

Ribble looked at his daughter lovingly.

Corinna glanced at the radiant rune shield in horror, and quickly woke up Ribble whose half face was integrated into the back of the monster: "Hey! Hey! You freak!"

"You are a freak, and your whole family is a freak. There is no vampire like you in the world. You have already drank the blood of First Embrace, but you have no determination to join the noble vampire clan."

"Mrs. Rousseau, I'm very sorry that things have become like this. It's all my fault. I contacted people who shouldn't be in contact, and I dedicated my flesh and blood to it." Ribble smiled miserably.

Ms. Corinne quickly glanced back at the Rune Buckler again, and spat at Ribble: "Bah! Bah! You're not a man at all!"

Vampires are undoubtedly powerful, even in the face of the Apostle of the Holy Light, it is absolutely impossible that they will not be able to fight back.

The reason why Ribble couldn't move was that he hadn't completely surrendered to his "eldest relative".

Once his mind is affected by external influences and realizes the hatefulness of the Holy Light, he can instantly integrate with the blood race and gain outstanding combat effectiveness.

Ribble smiled copingly, and looked towards the ever-expanding edge of the round shield: "What people are most afraid of is not making mistakes, but refusing to correct them. Do you understand this truth, Mrs. Rousseau?"

"You!" Ms. Corinne wanted to be famous, and she felt that she was chosen by God to become like this, let alone let her be destroyed in the hands of a little girl.

A feeling of hatred for her indisputability surged up instantly, and she scolded Ribble's half-good-natured face angrily: "It's because of you idiots that Lery Town has become like this."

"You think your family has two acres of broken land? You don't know that the guys who join the town guard are very smart. No one wants to do the job of raising dozens of people by ten people."

"It's just a poor landlord like you who still retains the way of survival handed down by his ancestors. He thinks that with a piece of land, everyone can rely on you and respect you, even if you tighten your belt."

"Even if you're as tired as my man, crawling back. Didn't those garrison guys call you idiots behind your back with cigarettes in their mouths? You're so pedantic."

Ribble's thought of struggling to give up was suddenly aroused by a bloody vein protruding from his forehead, "Is this how you look at me and Mr. Rousseau, what did you do?"

"Who do you think owes your life, your stable life? If it wasn't for helping everyone farm, how could I listen to vampires?"

Tears of repentance flowed from Ribble's eyes. He was indeed repenting. What he repented was, why did he do stupid things for others?

The vampire clearly said that drinking the blood of his First Embrace would not cause any side effects, and it would be infinitely powerful...

No wonder Mrs. Rousseau turned into a ghost and didn't even look at him. Ribble hated her more and more, and the vampire suddenly jumped up.

The Runed Buckler cast by his daughter was stained with a mighty force of blood.

A stream of blood seemed to burst out from the depths of hell, and then spread to both sides, forming a portal made of blood behind Ribble.

"Father, why are you refusing to accept the judgment of the Holy Light? Are you afraid that your sins will prevent you from going to heaven?" Iluna sighed sadly, watching the rune shield spin.

At this time, the ape-like monster turned to Iluna tremblingly, with a sly smile in his blood pupils: "Sweetheart, I am very glad that Mrs. Rousseau and I have finished an interesting conversation. I realize that we, as As a family, we should talk openly and honestly."

Iluna became wary of his shady voice, and she thought about it carefully, as if her mother had said something similar, just now, to have an open and honest talk with her father.

"What do you want to talk about?" The female saint took a breath, wrapping a dagger around herself, while the other rune buckler, brushing away the blood, protected her flanks.

The vampire stretched out his sharp nails, touched the furry hozen's face, squinted his eyes and meditated: "That's right, does your mother want to take away all the boiled corn on the table?"

"What?" Iluna froze for a moment, and it took a long time before she said with certainty: "Food, of course, can't be left to an inhuman vampire like you—no matter who it is."