Chapter 9
Author: Captain of the Youth First Crazy Squad
The corpse was soon filled with firewood, and he was going to be burned directly into a charred corpse, but at this moment.... the corpse disappeared.
"People, people?"
"The body is gone??"
"Obviously he should be dead!"
"Who stole the body...?"
People who came to appreciate the death of the villain looked around to find the corpse that should have died completely, but found nothing.
But suddenly...they found out in the crowd that the man in the black vest appeared in the crowd, just as he had been brought to the execution ground at the beginning.
"No, not dead?!"
"how is this possible!!"
"Why are you still standing! And the wound on the hand...?!"
"That's just, you... misread it?"
As if coming from hell, cold whispers with a strong bloody smell emerged from the crowd.
Luo Mo, who had lost his former look in the pupils with the cross on his forehead, had bright red magic horns on his forehead. In the eyes of people who were shocked beyond measure, he constructed two cross swords from nothing with his hands like a projection and stabbed them straight. into the bodies of the two beside him.
"—Escape, escape!"
"—Save....Help!!"
People who were shocked and even terrified by the resurrection from the dead, in a panic, even forgot to resist, and fled in all directions.
But Luo Mo swung his double-blade like crazy, slashing at people who had no intention to fight, letting the hot blood soak his body, like an irrational beast, or a demon returning from hell .
In the blood-stained slaughter, the edges of the blades were dulled, and he himself fell on the corpse that he had killed when the people were running away.
The smell of blood relentlessly filled this space, and the stench of internal organs irritated the nasal cavity, but he forgot all of this and just stared blankly at his blood-stained hands.
In the past, he never imagined that he would have such a day, whether he was nailed to the cross to be executed, or his hands were stained with blood.
Anger, remorse, sadness, hatred—all kinds of negative feelings about himself and others mixed together, darkening and clouding his eyes.
At this time, the people who had escaped in the distance turned back again, and brought a group of heavily armed guards with them.
"Come on, come on!"
"That guy is resurrected!"
"Drive him back..."
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"—— Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly
When the crowd regained their courage because of the appearance of the guards, they stopped and shouted that they wanted to watch the guards slay the demon... A very existential voice suddenly came from behind Luo Mo.
The eighteenth chapter officially grants you the position of 'fake'
Luo Mo subconsciously looked at the position of the voice, only to see Petticius appearing behind him at some point, followed by a group of unmoving black-robed believers.
Pettitius also looked at him, twisting his lips into his signature sinister smile, and then countless invisible hands erupted.
"Gah!"
"Wow!"
The guards felt something wrong in the air, but they couldn't figure out what was going on. They were all caught by invisible hands like eagles catching chickens, lifted into the air, and showed cruelty. the power of.
The cry before dying instantly resounded through the entire sky, the fragile human body was easily crushed, and hot blood splashed on the ground.
"What, what happened?!"
"I don't know....what the hell..."
The remaining people were bathed in the blood of their companions, and Liushenwuzhu, who was hit by the unimaginable situation one after another, fled again in a group with screams of fear.
But this time, it was no longer Luo Mo who was chasing them, but the surging black shadow group, as well as the claw spreading from behind Petitius, and the golden trident blooming from Luo Mo's head. halberd
The town not far away was instantly devastated, and the fleeing people were powerless to resist the raid of the Witch Sect headed by Petitius. The exploding trident was like a missile, blasting the building and the people into pieces.
"—Aah! Sloth!! Sloth, Sloth, Sloth!! You can't be lazy! In order to sincerely repay that love, you must be diligent!!!"
While driving the invisible hand to destroy the surrounding buildings, Petitius walked past him while biting his fingertips and uttering the wild words that Luo Mo was used to, as if to remind him not to be lazy, and there will be laziness. The consequences are the same now.
However, Luo Mo didn't look at him, just looked at the devastated towns around him.
Nothing in this quaint town can survive the indiscriminate bombardment of the invisible hand and the matrix of halberds, all destroyed by forces beyond common sense.
Whether it is buildings or people, they are all easily played with and torn to shreds like catkins in the wind.
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The battle situation was completely one-sided, and the Witch Cult dominated the battle situation in one breath. Within ten minutes of the holy sun, the only remaining rebels and the entire town were reduced to ruins.
What was displayed in front of Luo Mo was a cruel scene beyond what ordinary people could endure—the corpses piled up in mountains and the blood flowing into the river.
Walking in the ruins full of corpses, the burned corpse mountain mixed the smell of scorched flesh in the air. fishy smell.
The sunset in the west, the flames everywhere, and the blood under your feet, come together to make the world a shocking crimson color.
In Luo Mo's view, all this seems to be a mockery of him, whether it is his thoughts, dreams, actions, or his poor ability and childish thinking.
I understand that I have joined the Witch Sect and become a sin bishop. From my standpoint, I am already a bastard. Even if I am not the main criminal, I am an accomplice. How ridiculous.
Saying that he had no other way, he turned a blind eye to all tragedies, and was content with the position of not saving people but not killing people. He felt that saving two children was his limit, but his essence was not even hypocrisy, he was just a bitch. The son wants to set up the archway again.
I realized how hopeless I really was, and I even thought about dying. …
His power only needs to recognize his own death, then he will really die.
If he didn't want to experience that kind of pain again, he felt that it might be a kind of happiness to die and forget those pains, but he.... was not reconciled.
It doesn't matter if he is killed by a knife, but now, no matter what reasons and difficulties the other party has, he will never forgive those who tortured and killed him.
This was the reason why he insisted on being resurrected again even though he understood that his weak self might be nailed to the cross again.
"Not bad, really good~ It's wonderful~ You finally have the eyes and consciousness that you should have as a sin bishop."
Applause came from the ears, accompanied by the excited voice of the girl, and the voice that seemed to be full of magic power was so sweet that it almost reached the lethal dose.
Pandora walked towards him while applauding, with a young but surprisingly beautiful face, with a blush that represented joy, excitement, or moving.
Even her breathing seemed to become cheerful, and the girl who was excited by the scene in front of her looked at him with a dazed look, and said with deep emotion: "I finally realized the feeling of being a mother, you child, sure enough It can still be done."
"madman....."
"Ara? You look more like a lunatic than me?"
Seeing his blood-covered appearance, the girl who wasn't angry at all made a leisurely comment.
"...You're actually already here."
"Are you blaming me for not saving you?"
"No....I don't have that qualification."
"Well~ not bad, you are very good now~"
Pandora, who looked aloof everywhere, stretched out his hands to touch his face, with a charming smile:
"In view of your gratifying growth and awareness, and your will to persevere until the end without agreeing to death, in the name of a false witch, I officially grant you the position of 'fake'... From now on, you will follow me and let me Let me take a good look at your future."
There was no refutation or agreement. He, who had no choice at all, just silently accepted the arrangement.
Then he followed Pandora for several years, from a child to a teenager.
And for him, this period of time is longer than the sum of his life in the past.
In this turbulent world, as the biggest source of turmoil itself, Luo Mo, the cadre in it, has experienced countless murders and killings.
Especially in the first two years, he completely forgot who he was, and it was not until the fifth year that he finally gradually returned to his normal state, and he recovered from the killing and being killed to regain his senses.
"...Will everyone turn into the person they hated the most?"
Sitting next to the corpse of the mercenary who came to seek revenge, Luo Mo said to himself, looking at the sunset that seemed to be in a ghost village. He was looking up to the sunset when he was young, but he could no longer recall the original self, and what kind of mood was looking forward to this moment? The future that has already arrived.
The silver-haired girl, with an unchanging smile, hugged him tenderly from behind to look at him, and gently opened her cherry lips beside his ear:
"Although it goes against the original intention, it meets the needs of reality. Although the forms are different, this is just a kind of growth, and you have only really grown up."
"....I hate you."
"Ara? What a coincidence, I like you very much~"
Pandora smiled and narrowed her eyes and put her face on his face, but he could no longer feel any warmth from the girl's body and these words.
Chapter 19 Objective, to capture three king's choice badges
Time flies, and eight years have passed since he was taken away from the ghost village by Pandora.
After a few years of killing and being killed, although I almost wanted to buy the fake code Mori Sky Camera, I exchanged "No Pass" early, and there are many reserve points that can be used to make various replicas. weapon.
The system has followed him over the years, and has basically obtained the information of this world, so it has given him the final task in this world - to obtain the three royal selection badges of the pro-Dragon Kingdom within three months.
No matter what means, as long as he obtains three badges and holds them for one day, it is his official novice task.
There are only five badges in total, and candidates will definitely protect this "qualification" with all their strength, so to some extent, it can represent that he has the ability to influence a country.
Knowing that if he did not complete the task within the time limit, he would be sent to the world of Ex-Machina and Flügel to train for a month, and he immediately set off for the Dragon Kingdom to prepare for the badge.
Because he who has seen the video understands that the world is full of monsters with outstanding combat effectiveness, and those monsters are still at war with each other, and living there will become survival, or the kind of battle royale.
However, after returning to the Dragon Kingdom, his first stop was not the royal capital, but his long-lost hometown - the village of the ghost clan.
After eight years, the village that was once a paradise has become a real "ghost village", but it should be called ruins or relics more appropriately.
On both sides of the overgrown road are charred ruins, and there is no trace of being cleaned up at all, except that the bodies have been taken away and buried together, and a stone tablet has been erected with the names of the villagers inscribed.
As for the people who collected the corpses for the villagers, apart from Ram and Rem, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.
".... What am I after, and what is all this for? Is it really worth it?"
Reaching out and brushing the name carved on the stone tablet, his eyes were not consciously staring at him. Before he knew it, his hands were already stained with countless blood, like a lost child who had lost the direction of life and was extremely confused.
But the only answer to him was the howling evening wind.
The wind blowing from the gap in the valley still carried the fascinating and familiar fragrance of flowers, but he was no longer the one he was when he was young.
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The long-lost visit to the former residence of Luo Mo did not even leave a bunch of flowers, but just stood in front of the tombstone and pondered for a long time, and then left this hometown where no one existed for a long time.
No matter how he thinks about taking the badges of the three major factions alone, it is a bit too unreasonable, and he can't help but start to think about whether he should find a way to seek help from the Bishop of Sin or Pandora.
Pandora is better at talking, but as a witch who hides secrets, whether he is the only moderate sect in the witch sect, or other radical sects are taboos that cannot be easily spoken, naturally you can't just ask her to take action. As for other bishops His actions are too extreme... Of course, he can't send those bishops themselves.
Just when he was worried about the starting point, he suddenly noticed that there was a silver-haired girl on the street where people came and went, trotting into the range of his figure.
The girl was wearing a white outfit with purple accents. Judging from her appearance, she was undoubtedly a rare beauty.
But what really attracted him was the pointy ears, which, judging from the shape, should be—half-goblin.
"The eye-catching silver hair, or a half-goblin... Is this the legendary Emilia? Now it seems to be the candidate for the throne supported by the clown?"
Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it? Luo Mo, who had heard Pandora mention this girl, naturally came up with this sentence when he was muttering to himself, and immediately followed to find a place where no one else was, and grabbed the badge when he was unprepared.
But the girl who looked like she had lost her wallet stopped inexplicably in front of a whining alley. He also secretly glanced and found that it was a boy who had been raped by three people who were more like a hooligan than he used to be. hooligan beat.
It's not surprising that the young man himself, the mediocre appearance that will be lost in a moment when mixed in the crowd, looks very inconspicuous, but has short black hair that is very rare in this world.
The key point is still on him, the black short-sleeved T-shirt top full of footprints, the normally unremarkable black sweatpants, and the sweatshirt on the side, these are obviously not what this world should look like.
This made him instantly think of what Pandora had mentioned, the outsiders who would be pulled into this world by the jealous witch.
And just as he was trying to figure out how to deal with this apparently incompetent person, Emilia suddenly asked the rogue trio to hand over something very important.
Just when he had a bad premonition in his heart, Emilia, after saving the boy, ignored his mood and asked the boy if he knew about the badge he had lost, causing his stomach to throb. I never thought that before I started, someone had already snatched the badge first.
He squatted at the corner like this, holding his head in his hands and feeling depressed for a while. When he raised his head again, the otherworldly boy and Emilia had already come out of the alley and started to form a team to search for the badge as usual.
He, who was ignored as a passerby, put on a hood that blocked the sun, and after thinking for a moment, he kept up with the other party again, wanting to see if they could successfully retrieve the badge, and hope that the mantis catching the cicada oriole would be behind.